5677 Charles St
Halifax, NS B3K

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I've lived here for over three decades of my life. It was the only place I could go after I got out of a coma (died twice, came back). I dealt with the community services ever since I got released from the hospital. I went through traumatizing situations being released because I did not know anything about anything. Then I had to deal with a slum landlord in my second place and I left there and moved here. It was quite a complicated situation because I was so ill still from my past coma. So I fi

nally made this my home. It was complicated, scary; it was an eye-opener. The place was ongoing each and every day with everyday happenings from other people's lives. It was happening to me so I got involved with Street Feat voice of the poor. So I was still living here while many superintendents did come and go; many events happened, including the Halifax police department, etc. I finally had made this apartment where I lived a home so I could recover from the health issues (mentally and physically). I asked if she (the owner) would put me in another apartment when mine flooded from the person's upstairs waterbed. I was told, by the superintendent at the time, she would put me into another apartment, but only if I gave her more rent. At that time, I was broken, mentally and physically because I had no avenues to help me. I went into a depression because of all of this. I'm still being haunted by that to this very day only because no one had helped me at all with the apartment I lived in. It was water-damaged. I wrote for Street Feat. It was a local community paper. I met politicians, MLAs, everyone I had known at that time didn't help me, such as the person who had me selling Street Feat (a non-profit organization whom a lot of community services, clients, were also involved). I wrote in it, this was the first time in my entire life, since the hospital, I felt alive. I made something of myself. I was proud. So let's move on. The owner after the flood gave me an eviction notice, which was confusing as it was not my fault. I stuck up for myself because this was the only home I had and where I felt safe. Now I am in a situation which my past came back to bite me. With each paper I had sold I could receive 50 cents so I went everywhere in the city (with all my disabilities). I went through pain, mentally and physically, while I had to get to know everything all over again. I was born and raised here, so everyone is familiar with me and my personality and behaviours. I would have liked to be respected more, but that did not happen. I'm okay with that. I moved on. I found a job as a part-time crossing guard through community services (they had a supportive employment program). So that was fine. I went on with my life and went through my ups and downs and ins and outs. I then needed someone to help me with my job's paystub. So I had someone take my paystubs from me each and every month since 2016, just after when I got my subsidy for where I live now. So here I am, I'm in a situation again. I can't figure out how I could be helped by the community services, also the North End community health centre, also the pharmacies, MSI would help me get my medications and my ostomy supplies - it was wonderful. I also had a trustee who paid all my bills for me. There I was, I was happy. So I asked someone else to help me with my paystubs: she said she didn't mind. That was easy. She also agreed to help me in the new year with my paystubs. That did not happen. I now am very disappointed on how any organization can treat a client like that. So here today I have dealings with a property manager whom is aggressive and rude and inconsiderate along with the owner of the building. They accused me of owing them $3000 back-pay in rent. I had a social worker down the North End community health centre look after that for me. I haven't heard back from her but I received an eviction notice from the property manager. He tried to push his way through my door after giving me the papers then I am now living on eggshells only because I am being bullied by the owner and her property manager once again. Ever since he became property manager, he had a problem. She put him up to bullying and being aggressive attitude with me. So now I'm just waiting on what they are going to do to me next. I gave information to the North End community health centre for a social worker to look at my eviction notice. So I can fight against this. It is very inappropriate behaviour considering I am a disabled person helping someone with cancer and I have to put up with this only because I was a client of the community services and the north end community health centre, both of which I have dealt with for three decades. Now it's time to get what's mine.

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I've lived here for over three decades of my life. It was the only place I could go after I got out of a coma (died twice, came back). I dealt with the community services ever since I got released from the hospital. I went through traumatizing situations being released because I did not know anything about anything. Then I had to deal with a slum landlord in my second place and I left there and moved here. It was quite a complicated situation because I was so ill still from my past coma. So I fi

nally made this my home. It was complicated, scary; it was an eye-opener. The place was ongoing each and every day with everyday happenings from other people's lives. It was happening to me so I got involved with Street Feat voice of the poor. So I was still living here while many superintendents did come and go; many events happened, including the Halifax police department, etc. I finally had made this apartment where I lived a home so I could recover from the health issues (mentally and physically). I asked if she (the owner) would put me in another apartment when mine flooded from the person's upstairs waterbed. I was told, by the superintendent at the time, she would put me into another apartment, but only if I gave her more rent. At that time, I was broken, mentally and physically because I had no avenues to help me. I went into a depression because of all of this. I'm still being haunted by that to this very day only because no one had helped me at all with the apartment I lived in. It was water-damaged. I wrote for Street Feat. It was a local community paper. I met politicians, MLAs, everyone I had known at that time didn't help me, such as the person who had me selling Street Feat (a non-profit organization whom a lot of community services, clients, were also involved). I wrote in it, this was the first time in my entire life, since the hospital, I felt alive. I made something of myself. I was proud. So let's move on. The owner after the flood gave me an eviction notice, which was confusing as it was not my fault. I stuck up for myself because this was the only home I had and where I felt safe. Now I am in a situation which my past came back to bite me. With each paper I had sold I could receive 50 cents so I went everywhere in the city (with all my disabilities). I went through pain, mentally and physically, while I had to get to know everything all over again. I was born and raised here, so everyone is familiar with me and my personality and behaviours. I would have liked to be respected more, but that did not happen. I'm okay with that. I moved on. I found a job as a part-time crossing guard through community services (they had a supportive employment program). So that was fine. I went on with my life and went through my ups and downs and ins and outs. I then needed someone to help me with my job's paystub. So I had someone take my paystubs from me each and every month since 2016, just after when I got my subsidy for where I live now. So here I am, I'm in a situation again. I can't figure out how I could be helped by the community services, also the North End community health centre, also the pharmacies, MSI would help me get my medications and my ostomy supplies - it was wonderful. I also had a trustee who paid all my bills for me. There I was, I was happy. So I asked someone else to help me with my paystubs: she said she didn't mind. That was easy. She also agreed to help me in the new year with my paystubs. That did not happen. I now am very disappointed on how any organization can treat a client like that. So here today I have dealings with a property manager whom is aggressive and rude and inconsiderate along with the owner of the building. They accused me of owing them $3000 back-pay in rent. I had a social worker down the North End community health centre look after that for me. I haven't heard back from her but I received an eviction notice from the property manager. He tried to push his way through my door after giving me the papers then I am now living on eggshells only because I am being bullied by the owner and her property manager once again. Ever since he became property manager, he had a problem. She put him up to bullying and being aggressive attitude with me. So now I'm just waiting on what they are going to do to me next. I gave information to the North End community health centre for a social worker to look at my eviction notice. So I can fight against this. It is very inappropriate behaviour considering I am a disabled person helping someone with cancer and I have to put up with this only because I was a client of the community services and the north end community health centre, both of which I have dealt with for three decades. Now it's time to get what's mine.

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I've lived here for over three decades of my life. It was the only place I could go after I got out of a coma (died twice, came back). I dealt with the community services ever since I got released from the hospital. I went through traumatizing situations being released because I did not know anything about anything. Then I had to deal with a slum landlord in my second place and I left there and moved here. It was quite a complicated situation because I was so ill still from my past coma. So I fi

nally made this my home. It was complicated, scary; it was an eye-opener. The place was ongoing each and every day with everyday happenings from other people's lives. It was happening to me so I got involved with Street Feat voice of the poor. So I was still living here while many superintendents did come and go; many events happened, including the Halifax police department, etc. I finally had made this apartment where I lived a home so I could recover from the health issues (mentally and physically). I asked if she (the owner) would put me in another apartment when mine flooded from the person's upstairs waterbed. I was told, by the superintendent at the time, she would put me into another apartment, but only if I gave her more rent. At that time, I was broken, mentally and physically because I had no avenues to help me. I went into a depression because of all of this. I'm still being haunted by that to this very day only because no one had helped me at all with the apartment I lived in. It was water-damaged. I wrote for Street Feat. It was a local community paper. I met politicians, MLAs, everyone I had known at that time didn't help me, such as the person who had me selling Street Feat (a non-profit organization whom a lot of community services, clients, were also involved). I wrote in it, this was the first time in my entire life, since the hospital, I felt alive. I made something of myself. I was proud. So let's move on. The owner after the flood gave me an eviction notice, which was confusing as it was not my fault. I stuck up for myself because this was the only home I had and where I felt safe. Now I am in a situation which my past came back to bite me. With each paper I had sold I could receive 50 cents so I went everywhere in the city (with all my disabilities). I went through pain, mentally and physically, while I had to get to know everything all over again. I was born and raised here, so everyone is familiar with me and my personality and behaviours. I would have liked to be respected more, but that did not happen. I'm okay with that. I moved on. I found a job as a part-time crossing guard through community services (they had a supportive employment program). So that was fine. I went on with my life and went through my ups and downs and ins and outs. I then needed someone to help me with my job's paystub. So I had someone take my paystubs from me each and every month since 2016, just after when I got my subsidy for where I live now. So here I am, I'm in a situation again. I can't figure out how I could be helped by the community services, also the North End community health centre, also the pharmacies, MSI would help me get my medications and my ostomy supplies - it was wonderful. I also had a trustee who paid all my bills for me. There I was, I was happy. So I asked someone else to help me with my paystubs: she said she didn't mind. That was easy. She also agreed to help me in the new year with my paystubs. That did not happen. I now am very disappointed on how any organization can treat a client like that. So here today I have dealings with a property manager whom is aggressive and rude and inconsiderate along with the owner of the building. They accused me of owing them $3000 back-pay in rent. I had a social worker down the North End community health centre look after that for me. I haven't heard back from her but I received an eviction notice from the property manager. He tried to push his way through my door after giving me the papers then I am now living on eggshells only because I am being bullied by the owner and her property manager once again. Ever since he became property manager, he had a problem. She put him up to bullying and being aggressive attitude with me. So now I'm just waiting on what they are going to do to me next. I gave information to the North End community health centre for a social worker to look at my eviction notice. So I can fight against this. It is very inappropriate behaviour considering I am a disabled person helping someone with cancer and I have to put up with this only because I was a client of the community services and the north end community health centre, both of which I have dealt with for three decades. Now it's time to get what's mine.

see full report...

I've lived here for over three decades of my life. It was the only place I could go after I got out of a coma (died twice, came back). I dealt with the community services ever since I got released from the hospital. I went through traumatizing situations being released because I did not know anything about anything. Then I had to deal with a slum landlord in my second place and I left there and moved here. It was quite a complicated situation because I was so ill still from my past coma. So I fi

nally made this my home. It was complicated, scary; it was an eye-opener. The place was ongoing each and every day with everyday happenings from other people's lives. It was happening to me so I got involved with Street Feat voice of the poor. So I was still living here while many superintendents did come and go; many events happened, including the Halifax police department, etc. I finally had made this apartment where I lived a home so I could recover from the health issues (mentally and physically). I asked if she (the owner) would put me in another apartment when mine flooded from the person's upstairs waterbed. I was told, by the superintendent at the time, she would put me into another apartment, but only if I gave her more rent. At that time, I was broken, mentally and physically because I had no avenues to help me. I went into a depression because of all of this. I'm still being haunted by that to this very day only because no one had helped me at all with the apartment I lived in. It was water-damaged. I wrote for Street Feat. It was a local community paper. I met politicians, MLAs, everyone I had known at that time didn't help me, such as the person who had me selling Street Feat (a non-profit organization whom a lot of community services, clients, were also involved). I wrote in it, this was the first time in my entire life, since the hospital, I felt alive. I made something of myself. I was proud. So let's move on. The owner after the flood gave me an eviction notice, which was confusing as it was not my fault. I stuck up for myself because this was the only home I had and where I felt safe. Now I am in a situation which my past came back to bite me. With each paper I had sold I could receive 50 cents so I went everywhere in the city (with all my disabilities). I went through pain, mentally and physically, while I had to get to know everything all over again. I was born and raised here, so everyone is familiar with me and my personality and behaviours. I would have liked to be respected more, but that did not happen. I'm okay with that. I moved on. I found a job as a part-time crossing guard through community services (they had a supportive employment program). So that was fine. I went on with my life and went through my ups and downs and ins and outs. I then needed someone to help me with my job's paystub. So I had someone take my paystubs from me each and every month since 2016, just after when I got my subsidy for where I live now. So here I am, I'm in a situation again. I can't figure out how I could be helped by the community services, also the North End community health centre, also the pharmacies, MSI would help me get my medications and my ostomy supplies - it was wonderful. I also had a trustee who paid all my bills for me. There I was, I was happy. So I asked someone else to help me with my paystubs: she said she didn't mind. That was easy. She also agreed to help me in the new year with my paystubs. That did not happen. I now am very disappointed on how any organization can treat a client like that. So here today I have dealings with a property manager whom is aggressive and rude and inconsiderate along with the owner of the building. They accused me of owing them $3000 back-pay in rent. I had a social worker down the North End community health centre look after that for me. I haven't heard back from her but I received an eviction notice from the property manager. He tried to push his way through my door after giving me the papers then I am now living on eggshells only because I am being bullied by the owner and her property manager once again. Ever since he became property manager, he had a problem. She put him up to bullying and being aggressive attitude with me. So now I'm just waiting on what they are going to do to me next. I gave information to the North End community health centre for a social worker to look at my eviction notice. So I can fight against this. It is very inappropriate behaviour considering I am a disabled person helping someone with cancer and I have to put up with this only because I was a client of the community services and the north end community health centre, both of which I have dealt with for three decades. Now it's time to get what's mine.

see full report...

I've lived here for over three decades of my life. It was the only place I could go after I got out of a coma (died twice, came back). I dealt with the community services ever since I got released from the hospital. I went through traumatizing situations being released because I did not know anything about anything. Then I had to deal with a slum landlord in my second place and I left there and moved here. It was quite a complicated situation because I was so ill still from my past coma. So I fi

nally made this my home. It was complicated, scary; it was an eye-opener. The place was ongoing each and every day with everyday happenings from other people's lives. It was happening to me so I got involved with Street Feat voice of the poor. So I was still living here while many superintendents did come and go; many events happened, including the Halifax police department, etc. I finally had made this apartment where I lived a home so I could recover from the health issues (mentally and physically). I asked if she (the owner) would put me in another apartment when mine flooded from the person's upstairs waterbed. I was told, by the superintendent at the time, she would put me into another apartment, but only if I gave her more rent. At that time, I was broken, mentally and physically because I had no avenues to help me. I went into a depression because of all of this. I'm still being haunted by that to this very day only because no one had helped me at all with the apartment I lived in. It was water-damaged. I wrote for Street Feat. It was a local community paper. I met politicians, MLAs, everyone I had known at that time didn't help me, such as the person who had me selling Street Feat (a non-profit organization whom a lot of community services, clients, were also involved). I wrote in it, this was the first time in my entire life, since the hospital, I felt alive. I made something of myself. I was proud. So let's move on. The owner after the flood gave me an eviction notice, which was confusing as it was not my fault. I stuck up for myself because this was the only home I had and where I felt safe. Now I am in a situation which my past came back to bite me. With each paper I had sold I could receive 50 cents so I went everywhere in the city (with all my disabilities). I went through pain, mentally and physically, while I had to get to know everything all over again. I was born and raised here, so everyone is familiar with me and my personality and behaviours. I would have liked to be respected more, but that did not happen. I'm okay with that. I moved on. I found a job as a part-time crossing guard through community services (they had a supportive employment program). So that was fine. I went on with my life and went through my ups and downs and ins and outs. I then needed someone to help me with my job's paystub. So I had someone take my paystubs from me each and every month since 2016, just after when I got my subsidy for where I live now. So here I am, I'm in a situation again. I can't figure out how I could be helped by the community services, also the North End community health centre, also the pharmacies, MSI would help me get my medications and my ostomy supplies - it was wonderful. I also had a trustee who paid all my bills for me. There I was, I was happy. So I asked someone else to help me with my paystubs: she said she didn't mind. That was easy. She also agreed to help me in the new year with my paystubs. That did not happen. I now am very disappointed on how any organization can treat a client like that. So here today I have dealings with a property manager whom is aggressive and rude and inconsiderate along with the owner of the building. They accused me of owing them $3000 back-pay in rent. I had a social worker down the North End community health centre look after that for me. I haven't heard back from her but I received an eviction notice from the property manager. He tried to push his way through my door after giving me the papers then I am now living on eggshells only because I am being bullied by the owner and her property manager once again. Ever since he became property manager, he had a problem. She put him up to bullying and being aggressive attitude with me. So now I'm just waiting on what they are going to do to me next. I gave information to the North End community health centre for a social worker to look at my eviction notice. So I can fight against this. It is very inappropriate behaviour considering I am a disabled person helping someone with cancer and I have to put up with this only because I was a client of the community services and the north end community health centre, both of which I have dealt with for three decades. Now it's time to get what's mine.

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January, 2012

My apartment was just diagnosed with bed bugs. I called a professional bed bug company who came in with a trained canine & very quickly & efficiently made a positive diagnosis. The dog alerted us to several areas and when we explored, sure enough there they were. Management denied any previous history and said they would "send a guy they have in a couple days". This building also has mice. When I noticed one of them (within weeks of moving in) and reported it I was also told "

nope no history of mice here". I went to clean my apartment of all the mouse poop and in doing so found traps set by previous tenants. So more lies! The building is old and run down and management and the super are slumlords who will lie to you. DO NOT MOVE IN THIS BUILDING!!!!!!!!

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I lived there for a couple of months and it was infested. My skin is kind of fragile so it came out really ugly as soon as I left the apartment everything went fine.







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