I’m getting an education on what it means to be homeless and it sucks.
I am in the top echelon due to having a car, so I have to make sure I don’t annoy anyone who doesn’t. My tires could be slashed or it broken into and my worldly belongings (at this point) could be stolen or trashed.
Gee, I more thing to obsess and worry about. As if I don’t have enough.
Folks I’ve met:
Will – nice man, funny, good wit and was in “the business” as he was an appraiser. Mortgage industry has a lot of “former emoloyees”, but it’s nice to talk shop and reminisce. I feel normal for a brief time. I get to be an industry expert again.
Cindy – a nice and helpful woman with a strong personality. Too stronge. She reminds me of class of individuals I refer to as emotional vampires. Sadly, she has adverse interactions with some wrong people and she couldn’t sleep at the church last night. Personal plus for me – I had a corner to myself and no kicks last night.
Gary – I reserved judgement, thankfully. So kind and sincere, my first, second and third opinion was so off the mark. Regardless what is wrong with him, he is respectful and knows his manners. And he has been homeless for a while.
Josh & Lauren – Son and Mom. Good folks, son taking care of Mom who needs a hip replacement. She got a cane yesterday which should make it a little easier. I dealt with Mom and I’ve told Lauren the good and bad of hip surgery. Dad was a piece of cake; Mom was hellfire. It depends on the individual and how willingly they are to get better and do the phsical therapy. As I said, Dad was cake. Mom was a bitchy, whining mess complaining for all to here.
Eddie – you have to be cheerful around Eddie. You can’t help it. He solicits a smile just by chuckling. A good soul. He gave me PBJ the other day when I has no idea where to get food.
Donna & Bob – a Blessed couple who lives the Lord’s truth. They do so much for the homeless community in Livermore and give comfort and divinity, rare for most in today’s world. I can’t give enough praise to these two. They restore hope.
More tales from the other “city” as I discover. Stay tuned.
My personal challenger continues. My ears are still plugged and I don’t get to sew the one ENT accepting patients until 11/29. A moist washcloth was recommended in the interim. Ok
And how do I do that when there is no where for me to stay beyond 8pm to 7am? And between those times we’re restricted?
The next issue is evidence of my diagnosis. I was told verbally I had vascular lacunar stroke but given nothing. The doctors at UCSF signed off on the report 11/8/18 but as of 11/16/18 nothing had been faxed to my PCP. They have faxed 3 seperate requests with no response. I’ve called 3 times and gotten voicemail, but no return call and I’ve let me email and there’s been no response via email.
The last pressing matter is lack of indoor accommodations if it’s not cold enough. Sleeping on the floor is hard enough, but my car is worse. My feet swell and my joints hurt at a whole different level. Sleeping on the floor leaves me with a perpetually achy back and its difficult to just turn over and takes me awhile to get up or try to sit down. My left side still is weak and my right ankle is struggling with the added burden.
I’m a mess, A blind, partially deaf, cognitively impaired zombie. Just going through the motions of survival.
Homelessness is a plague on those unfortunate enough to have one severe thing happen, or a series of unfortunate events out of their control. In any case, it’s mostly not intentional. They’re not all addicts, or druggies or hopeless jerks living off the system.
Pleasanton PD told a homeless center worker that Pleasanton doesn’t have a homeless problem. They do. Every city has a homeless problem. Go to a shelter that is full and talk to those folks of how many are still sleeping outdoors, on benches, in tents or are lucky enough to have a car.
And now there’s a whole town of people who don’t have homes, maybe their job burned out, their kid’s school, their church. What do they do? Paperwork has turned to ash, so how do they get new ones?
What homeless deal with everyday when they’re asked to complete more paperwork and provide documentation.
I could have prepared if I had known I would be homeless, but it happened in hours and I still have no idea why the rush to boot me out. I have been dehumanized and humiliated in sufficient doses this past year, not as completely and thoroughly as 10 days ago.
My past decisions were done because there was no one else and I had to sleep at night. My moral conscious was clear. I thank God their two sons are more like their mother than their father. I felt he was judging me like I was in my 20’s. He did a number on me that I just can’t handle with the brain damage I incurred. It causes me to spiral to a dark place, but he agreed suicide wasn’t a bad idea. He agreed ending my life was acceptable.
Think on that. Suicide is ok – if you can’t be societal normal. That IQ of 163 allows my thoughts to go fast food distances, or just a close precipice.