Jiggers
TammiWS…. I fall under a lot of what you said, but why do you only need to be an alcoholic or drug addict to be homeless? Tammi..you are right about bones hurting when you sleep on concrete a lot. A few of you know me here personally, and know my grave situation. I used to be embarrassed to say that I am homeless, but not anymore for some reason. West Seattle Blog member JoB has gone out of her way to give me whatever help she can, but it only temporarily stops the hemmoraging so to say. I say a lot of sarcstic things here if you don’t know me by now. It’s not meant to hurt anyone. I have my own way of dealing with pain. Anyways, I’m pretty much of a loner. I have lived in Seattle for 18 years now, and 17 of them in W.S. A lot of people know me. The majority aren’t able to help me out in anyway,shape or form. It’s not their problem, it is mines and only mines. I don’t associate myself with other homeless people. I do my own thing. It’s harder to spot a homeless person by himself. I also have rare medical condition that I have had since I was very young. My immune system was compramised and almost killed me when I was in my 20’s. I am still alive for some reason. I don’t produce natural anti-bodies which is the main ingredient to living a normal functional life.I can get sick easily from anybody around me who has a bad cold or other illness. With that being said, I rarely go to a shelter because 98% of them are substance abusers and carry disease and illnesses. In shelters, you are almost sleeping on top one another. They all cough because they are sick. I’d rather take my chances outside in the cold than find shelter and have to deal with them. I’m at risk whatever I do. There are no choices for me. I have to put myself at risk if I want to play by their rules. I have to lump myself with the drug addicts, alcoholics and mentally dysfunctional people if I want a roof over my head for the night. I have been to DESC,City Hall and Union Gospel Mission. The 98% sucks resources dry. Government misspending forces them to cut basic services that probably could have helped me. I make my own decision and very rarely if at all, beg for help. Begging is not for me, but others have to do it. I fall right through the cracks of the system if there’s still one. I’m just trying to do with whatever I got on my back which isn’t much. I don’t need very much. JoB has provided me with more provisions in the short time that she has known me, more than people that have known me for 15 years. Go figure. My medical condition is killing me as I had serious surgery a year and a half ago and still struggling with its aftermath. If I had a roof over my head, I could conquer the world. Kind of hard though when your options in life have almost ran out. My saying has always been..”As you slide down the bannister of life, may the splinters never point the wrong way.” Well.. they are pointing guess which way. JoB has been my stand in angel, when my angel left me for good. Oh yes, being tired everyday is for real. Especially when you have serious multiple health issues. I’ll never turn down help, but I’ll never beg either.
Jiggers