I am sixty three and I lost my husband a couple of years ago. I have no children of my own, and I married a man who already had children.
When he died I was living in the family home, but my step-children wanted to sell it for their inheritance. They had never liked me.
One day they came in to the home when I was out and changed the locks, so I couldn’t get back in. I am quite a private person and didn’t know who to turn to. I ended up wandering round Windsor during the day and sleeping at the top of the Victoria Street multi-storey car park at night.
Then someone told me about WHP, and as I was cold and hungry I went along. I had a shower and a hot meal. They helped me fill in a housing application, and I am now living in council accommodation for older people in Dedworth. If they hadn’t helped me I think I would be dead by now.