Bad Decisions Club presents

The Carer's House.

Nobody plans to live here.

You love someone. Something changes. Somewhere between the phone calls, appointments, uncertainty, responsibility and trying to keep ordinary life moving, you realise you've ended up inside.

We can't promise the house won't suck. But while you're here, you don't have to be in it alone.

Before you come inside...

This house is a lived-experience space. In here, we call things as they are.

Sometimes that includes words that aren't for everyone. That's okay.

They're not here for shock value. They're here because sometimes words like difficult, challenging and overwhelming don't quite say it.

We didn't always like the words. But we felt the words.

Take what helps. Leave what doesn't. You're still welcome in the house.

The house can still fucking suck.
In fact, it probably needs to. Otherwise we're lying about the address.

Where are you today?

There is no correct way through this house. You might recognise one room. You might recognise five. You might be standing in the foyer wondering what the hell happened.

Choose the room that feels closest to where you are right now.

The Attic The things we've packed away. Some carefully. Some because we didn't know what else to do with them. Enter the attic →
The Bedroom Rest, relationships, loneliness and the parts of caring that follow us into the quiet. Enter room → The Room With the Closed Door The things we're thinking and feeling that we don't think we're allowed to say. Close the door behind you →
The Lounge Sometimes we need someone to sit beside us without trying to fix the furniture. Come sit down → The Laundry Ordinary things can carry extraordinary weight when life changes. Enter the laundry →
The Kitchen Where ordinary life keeps demanding to be fed. The Carer's Cupboard lives here too. Enter the kitchen → The Foyer You're here. You just don't know where the hell to go from here. Start here →
The Basement Everything is too fucking much right now. You don't need to solve the house. Let's just turn on a light. Start where you are →
🔑 The Exit We can't promise one key opens every door. But we can help you start looking.

Sometimes you can't see anyone else from the room you're in.

Other carers may be in completely different rooms, on completely different floors, living completely different stories.

That doesn't mean you're alone in the house.

There are other lights on.

And this house isn't finished. Rooms can change. Doors can open. Walls can move.

Hell, maybe one day we paint the fucking thing.