Having both been homeless for a year (as in, on the streets, migrating from shelter to shelter) and also having worked for a homeless shelter system…
Yeah, most homeless either live in their cars, or couch surf, or jump from motel to motel… until their car gets repo’d, or their hosts kick them out, or they run out of money for motels.
Then, they’re on the streets, like I was.
A couple years of that, even if you totally stay away from hard drugs as I did, is more traumatizing than what most soldiers go through, with the exception of an actual, repeated, stop loss style front line combat deployment where they’re regularly in actual combat.
You see your friends die in your hands or right in front of you from an OD or a drive by or a mugging, you never know who you can trust, you know you may always, at any time, be assaulted or dispossesed, lose all your ids and bank cards, know that now you’re sleeping outside in a blizzard tonight because you can’t limp back to th shelter in time to make curfew, can’t call for help because your phone was broken or stolen.
All the while, every ‘normal’ person just thinks you are disgusting, literally will not even look at you, much less speak to you.
I am astoundingly lucky I lasted a year. I have PTSD now, recurring night terrors, and I am still doing PT to recover from getting regularly assaulted and walking about 2000 miles in one year… its a miracle I wasn’t stabbed, and I was maybe 100 feet away from eating lead in a drive by.
Took me a solid year of not being homeless to … just be able to have an in person conversation with anyone, without having an anxiety attack, deescalation strategy and escape route pre planned.
Women on the street have it even worse.
I remember going into a trap house at one point to get one out. I will not explain to you what they had done to her.
Having both been homeless for a year (as in, on the streets, migrating from shelter to shelter) and also having worked for a homeless shelter system…
Yeah, most homeless either live in their cars, or couch surf, or jump from motel to motel… until their car gets repo’d, or their hosts kick them out, or they run out of money for motels.
Then, they’re on the streets, like I was.
A couple years of that, even if you totally stay away from hard drugs as I did, is more traumatizing than what most soldiers go through, with the exception of an actual, repeated, stop loss style front line combat deployment where they’re regularly in actual combat.
You see your friends die in your hands or right in front of you from an OD or a drive by or a mugging, you never know who you can trust, you know you may always, at any time, be assaulted or dispossesed, lose all your ids and bank cards, know that now you’re sleeping outside in a blizzard tonight because you can’t limp back to th shelter in time to make curfew, can’t call for help because your phone was broken or stolen.
All the while, every ‘normal’ person just thinks you are disgusting, literally will not even look at you, much less speak to you.
I am astoundingly lucky I lasted a year. I have PTSD now, recurring night terrors, and I am still doing PT to recover from getting regularly assaulted and walking about 2000 miles in one year… its a miracle I wasn’t stabbed, and I was maybe 100 feet away from eating lead in a drive by.
Took me a solid year of not being homeless to … just be able to have an in person conversation with anyone, without having an anxiety attack, deescalation strategy and escape route pre planned.
Women on the street have it even worse.
I remember going into a trap house at one point to get one out. I will not explain to you what they had done to her.