by breimh on Mon Feb 01, 2010 11:58 pm
Personally, I don't know what homelessness is like, but I have a somewhat similar experience in my earlier life.
When I was 16, I graduated from high school. I had the credits and decided I had had enough. I came home the last day of classes to find all my belongings boxed up on the back doorstep of my father's house. I was an adult - or so I had wanted to be treated as one - and therefore I could make my own way in the world; that was the note left with my clothing and other personal effects. It didn't matter that I'd planned to attend the local community college and get a head-start on my degree.
I left the majority of my things with a kind neighbor, who let me stay with he and his family for a few days, and then I began hitch-hiking from Alaska to get to my mother's home in Iowa. It took me a few weeks, with no money and only a few days worth of clothes and my personal items in a backpack. I knew I was lucky to have somewhere to go. I knew that trying to make it on my own, as young as I was, would be a hell of a struggle. Nevermind my plans, survival of the day was going to have to take precedence, and I realized that all too clearly.
When I got to my mother's home, she was living a destitute life. She was a broken person, with a lot of problems with her mental health. I knew that, and understood that I would still have to struggle to get proper nutrition and keep the place warm in the winter and cool during the heat of the summer. I worked hard, I learned to lay cement and brick thanks to one uncle who decided to teach me his trade and take me in hand as his assistant. I didn't have time to play games, go to movies or be out sharing the joys of friends who were doing their "sweet 16" dances and "new car" road-trips. When one of her fosterlings came back home to lick wounds from a failed relationship, she did nothing but sit around and drink, party with friends, and make an attempt to pump out a kid so she could go onto welfare. (Luckily that didn't work, as she can't have children.) She was not only sponging off what little my mother got from the State or what I brought in, but even went further and decided to steal money from my wallet on several occasions while I slept.
This is where my experiences may differ, and why I seem to take a more hardline approach on kicking someone out than you might. That foster sister wasn't the last person to do such things, and in many cases it got worse over the years with friends who thought it would be a great idea to share an apartment or home, only to have them lose their job/funding while going to college, and then try to live off me and/or the rest of our household. Even though I don't work now, I do have the decency to ensure that I'm the one doing the chores around the house: cooking, cleaning, running errands around town. If someone doesn't have that kind of decency, I do see them to be like the lazy, thieving sorts that my foster-sister and other sibs/friends were. I promised myself that I would never let myself be taken advantage of in that way again, nor would I ever do that to someone else. That's the reason I take the stance I do on such an issue.