I really need to move out - How can I do that?

The difficulties shown will make it complicated and you cannot move out and deliberately make yourself homeless and then get the benefit. You MUST have a good reason. If you won't use your parents as the reason you are ill then you have very few options. All you can really do is save like crazy and get into private rent and once that is done then you can apply but, as has been said, there are many difficulties and it really does depend on where you live.

TK

I was in somewhat the same situation. My parents weren’t abusive or anything, but incredibly toxic and detrimentally bad for my mental health that I had been suffering from my whole life. I was always told by then the stuff I could probably never do- with one of them be to live alone. I got diagnosed with Autism, ADHD, anxiety, BPD, OCD and other mental health struggles at different points through my teens, and I’m now 22. I didn’t have friends, and I was, and still am, in a long distance relationship with an Australian. My aim was, and still is, to eventually move over there. But then covid hit and my plans for travelling abroad have been halted for the foreseeable future. But I had put all my eggs into that basket. I thought I would of been in Australia by now, I didn’t want to have to spend any more days, weeks or months with my parents. So I signed up to Rightmove and impulsively enquired about every place that I liked. I am also on enhanced PIP & LCWRA, and i quickly found out the struggle of moving out when relying on nothing other than benefits. And I also quickly learnt how fast an estate agent or landlord will put the phone down on you the second you say you can’t provide a homeowner guarantor. As selfish as it sounds now, but back then I felt like I was being punished for being born into a lower class family, where although everyone is hard-working, no one has ever had the spare funds to put a deposit down to own their own house. I live on the border of two counties, and was able to register to two different councils for housing, hoping that would of been a better option. But I was thrown into band E on both of them, even after stating how living at home was severely effecting my mental health. For months my head was battered and I felt like there was no end or escape. I felt like I was fighting a battle I couldn’t win. But then when I was about to give up, in the soppy story-book fashion kinda way, I got one last call from one estate agent company I hadn’t heard of. The guy on the phone asked if I was still interested in the property I asked about weeks prior. I had applied after so many that I couldn’t remember for the life of me where it was, but I agreed to a last minute viewing that next morning. I had no idea where it was and no one was willing to take me- so 3 trains and a confusing google map lead walk later I met the guy outside this newly-built apartment complex. I looked up and around in awe. “There was no way this place would accept me without a guarantor” i said to myself. The man showed me around all 60 newly built apartments, in a place that I could only describe as a hotel. He was happy to twitter on about how each one has ‘bespoke fully fitted kitchens with all top of the range white goods provided’, some were furnished, some unfurnished, and I was happy to let his talk, and I was happy to listen. I have always been someone who enjoys the very Americanised modern all-white ‘in the city centre’ style of appartments that you see in the movies. And this was exactly that. The voice in the back of my head told me to just leave, before I fell more in love. But I stayed. At the end of the tour I told him they were lovely, but it was a shame I couldn’t live there, as I have no guarantor. He laughed and told me that because I was on PIP and LCWRA, different rules applied. He explained that I wasn’t ‘unemployed’, I was unable to be employed. His policy was that any estate agents who saw it differently were discriminating against disabled people. That was the best news I heard in months. I literally cried happy tears. I had to fill in a lot more forms then anyone else. But now, I live in my apartment of my dreams. And I’m so thankful. now when I do see my parents, it’s kinda nice. I don’t have to deal with their day-to-day bull anymore. And I enjoy my limited time with them, and they have learnt to appreciate me more. I know this post was like, 3 years ago, it just tugged on my heart strings and wanted to share my story. I hope you have by now moved out, I hope you sorted out your universal credit too. I had some difficulty with that, due to the fact I moved into a private rented property and universal credit have a different policy for that, but since you are on pip, I don’t think it would have effected you all that much. I hope your partners family were able to support you, and I’m glad you had that support. As from someone who did it all alone, you need all the support you can get. Best wishes to you all this holiday season x