Saturday, April 12, 2025

Confessions of a Home Sharing Provider: Who Even Cares?

 “So, what exactly is a Home Sharing Provider?”

I asked a friend once.

He paused. “Is that, like, an internet provider... but for housing? Maybe like Airbnb?”

Makes you laugh—until it doesn’t.

The Reality Behind the Title

When I first learned what being a Home Sharing Provider actually means, I was shocked. It’s not a trendy gig. It’s not tech. It’s not Airbnb. It’s something far more demanding—and far less acknowledged.

A Home Sharing Provider is someone who opens their home to care for an adult with disabilities, offering round-the-clock support. You become a caregiver, a house manager, a cook, a therapist, a planner, and a crisis responder—rolled into one. You do it all.

But you do it with fewer rights, more responsibility, no paid vacation, no sick leave, no benefits, and little to no social protection. You’re labeled an “independent contractor.” In the eyes of the system, it’s not even a job.

It’s a lifestyle. That’s what Community Living British Columbia (CLBC) calls it.

Follow the Money

Yes, there’s funding—but not upfront. Not comprehensive. You get a fixed amount after you’ve paid for everything:

groceries (three meals and two snacks daily, following Canada’s Food Guide—on a $10–11/day budget),

rent, utilities, repairs,

gas, furniture, medication,

community activities, therapy sessions, and more.

And after all that... what’s left for you? For your own health? A vacation? Retirement savings?

No one really asks. Because no one wants to hear the answer.

No Raise for Five Years

For five years now, compensation rates haven’t budged—not even a cent. Not for inflation, not for rising housing costs, not for increased service expectations.

Is it because the original budget was so generous that it can cover everything forever? Of course not. It’s just more convenient this way. No protests. No media storm. No accountability.

And if someone does speak up? Good luck being heard.

The Blame Game

Here’s how the structure works:

The Ministry of Social Development created CLBC.

CLBC created agencies.

Agencies “support” Home Sharing Providers.

Legally, the provider signs a contract with the agency, not CLBC. So when things go wrong—and they do—the provider can only raise issues with the agency. But those contracts? They’re watertight. Written in a way that offers providers zero leverage.

Agencies don’t take responsibility. They’re just middlemen, forwarding money and filling out checklists.

CLBC? A public agency, yes. But it’s autonomous. The ministry can monitor it—but doesn’t have to.

So when disaster strikes—a crisis, a tragedy, a death—there’s no one left to blame. The system swallows it whole.

No consequences. No change.

Justice? Out of Reach

Before, when providers had direct contracts with CLBC, there was still a chance to go to court. Now? It's nearly impossible. The legal link is severed. You’d be suing the agency, not the crown.

And let’s be honest: who has the money, time, or energy to sue anyone while providing 24/7 care? Pro bono help? You might get 30 minutes with a law student. Maybe.

Why “Funding”? Why Not “Reimbursement”?

Language matters. “Funding” sounds generous. Like a gift. But this isn’t charity. These are essential services—paid for retroactively, with little transparency and no accountability.

If this care were treated as real employment—if it were compensated like a job—costs would skyrocket.

Think about it:

Salaries,

Paid time off,

Dedicated living space,

Transportation,

Insurance,

Bookkeeping,

Staffing.

Suddenly, this so-called “lifestyle” starts to look like a massive cost-saver for the system.

But Let’s Not Compare…

Ask how much is spent per client in group homes or institutional settings, and you’ll get evasive answers.

Why?

Because providers like us aren’t supposed to ask those questions. It’s “not helpful.” It’s “inappropriate.”

It might wake us up.

And If Something Goes Wrong?

A client dies from malnutrition? “We missed something.”

Overdose? “Their choice.”

Assault during a program? “Agency issue.”

Director gives a high-paying nonprofit job (funded by CLBC) to their romantic partner with zero qualifications? “We have a firewall in place.”

Who Wins?

The people who built this system.

The ones who keep it going.

It’s all legal. Every bit of it.

There are policies. There are roles. There’s hierarchy.

But there are no mandatory audits. No required interventions.

The Minister can act—but doesn’t have to.

CLBC can investigate—but often doesn’t.

Directors come and go. The system stays. The money flows. And the providers?

Well, they “chose this lifestyle.” No one forced them.

Here’s a new slogan idea for CLBC:

“Being a Home Sharing Provider: More than a job—It’s a Life Mission!”

And Yet...

I want to believe someone is reading this. That someone understands. That maybe, somehow, it will make a difference.

But then I hear that question again:

“Who even cares?”

And I fall silent.

Because I don’t know what to say.

Wednesday, November 7, 2018

With my respect for law and public borders.

Written by Andrey Makarevich.
Translated by Viktor Birkus.

With my respect for law and public borders,
I walk by street, not same as anyone.
Despite the traffic rules and orders,
I use the opposite pedestrian run.

For that I see, just only one main reason,
It simply looks a piece of cake,
In moving stream, just napes and necks in vision,

By this reverse, it helps to see a face.


Tuesday, November 6, 2018

The Know and Belief.

Written by Andrey Makarevich.
Translated by Viktor Birkus.

Our life goes from edge to edge;
At both sides, the doors are located,
And “I know” on the last door is written
“I believe” you can read at the entrance.

Having only one head, you will never
Open both doors and come at the same time.
When you trust, you do it not knowing;
When you know, it’s no longer believing.

As expanding a personal mind
Every day from the moment of birth,
We explore the roads of knowledge
And some doubt arrives with cognition.

And the mystery will be there forever
With no help from the scientist’s eggheads –
“When we know”, we are immensely weak,
“With a faith”, we are at our strongest.



Thursday, August 16, 2018

Existing or to be.

Written by Yuri Voronov.
Translated by Viktor Birkus.

Among at all that intertwined in our life,
Quite often selfishness leads us.
Existing or to be, that is the question.
Look like someone or somebody to be?
Be brave, or just pretend to brave?
You sacrificed, loved, created, taught,
Or only talk about it in public,
Afraid confess you in the truth?
What striving you: pretending or to be?
How much cost life in luxury and rest,
When try to sculpt her into falseness dress?

Pretend is easy, difficult to be.


Tuesday, August 7, 2018


Without Me, 1916,
Ivan Alekseyevich Bunin.
Translated by Viktor Birkus.


I think one day, I’ll pass away;
And in this selfsame empty room
Will the same chair and table stay,
And image, ancient and stern.

A butterfly, likewise today,
In a fluffy tender, rainbow silk
Will come on a sunny summer day
To fly and trembling on a sunbeam

Fathomless bottom of the sky
Looks in the window day and night;
And the azure sea with calmed light
Tempts into boundless happy flight.




Saturday, December 30, 2017

About me


Welcome, and thank you for visiting.
My name is Viktor. I was born in the 20th century—somewhere in the late nineteen-somethings—on a small blue planet called Earth, not far from the geographical center of Europe, in a beautiful seaside city in Ukraine.

I now live in Vancouver, Canada, where I capture architecture, landscapes, and fleeting human moments through photography and video. But this blog is more than just visuals.

It’s a space where I share what moves me—
not only through the lens,
but also through translated poetry, personal essays, and reflections on the world around us.

You’ll find stories here—sometimes quiet, sometimes bold.
They may come as images, words, or questions left unanswered.

If something resonates with you, I’d love to hear from you.
Let’s stay thoughtful. Let’s stay human.






My photos you can find here:

My Photos and Images

Art Prints




Walking through Vancouver. Video in the form of a slide show





Havana - Cuba. Video in the form of a slideshow



Fusterlandia. Video in the form of a slide show


*All photographs are copyright Viktor Birkus Photography - All rights reserved. photographs may not be reproduced and/or used publicly in any way without permission.



Confessions of a Home Sharing Provider: Who Even Cares?

 “So, what exactly is a Home Sharing Provider?” I asked a friend once. He paused. “Is that, like, an internet provider... but for housing? ...