Tales From the Shelter – 44
Last year around this time I had been at my first homeless shelter for a month. I wasn’t capable of much in terms of helping myself and worked closely with my Canadian Mental Health Worker. For whatever reason, I would fall into a sobbing mess on the floor if having to fill out most forms (mostly housing). I guess they all reminded me of the situation I was in and how long it would take to get out of it.
Today I am capable of taking transit or cruising around on my bike, going to appointments, filling out forms etc.. Lots of times I’m late as prolong the inevitable, but the point is that I CAN do it and do it on my own!!!!
Strange. I wasn’t capapble of much but there I was acting as resident advocate at a shelter where there was clear mental and emotional abuse going on, intimidation, and stepping WAY over the boundaries. I wonder where I drew my strength from? Perhaps it was all those lectures from our father we had to endure , the endless ones about sticking up for your rights and the rights of others. Perhaps this become ingrained in my somehow?
At any rate we have something to look forward to and that’s the demise of Gordon Campbell, Premier and Bastard son of the devil. Become a decent human being or Rot, Gordie, Rot.