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We've all lost a job before, we get back up and find another one. What I notice is a lack of confidence in themselves. You sense a lot of weaknesses. Have never been confronted with a strong stand erect look you in the eye homeless person. They look down, or away from you.
Who said anything about being a big fan of anything?
I think it has everything to do with confidence. What do you do for a living? Ever have to live pay check to pay check? Why not?
Care to take a moment and count the number of posts that you’ve made today vs the number that I have and then come back and tell everyone how ridiculous this statement is?
Three major contributors from my work with the homeless:
I'm a lawyer. So no, I don't live paycheck to paycheck. But I could. Before I was a lawyer, I worked an entry level finance job while trying to pay off college debt. I am lucky enough to have great family and friends who would have helped me if I ever needed it - but not everyone is that lucky.
I do associate addiction to weakness, you agree? So their situation all on themselves. Or do you go with addiction is some disease it's self?
My point was you applied yourself, took charge of things, tried to better your self so you wouldn;t have to live pay check to pay check.
I had great parents and a family who supported me and paid for me to go to a Catholic high school. I had good friends who pushed me to accomplish more. And I was born with slightly above average intelligence.
I thought you were asking what causes people to become homeless. If you are on a quest to learn, I can provide you with links to all sorts of information. If, however, your goal is not to learn, but instead to support some hypothesis about people being homeless because they are weak, I’ll disengage. Not because some homeless people don’t bear responsibility for where they find themselves, but because I’ve found that it’s not worth my time to help someone understand perhaps the most invisible and marginalized population in our society when they think they’ve already diagnosed the problem and prescribed the solution.
Because our society devotes far too few resources to treating mental illness. In Houston (the fourth largest city in the US), I’ll give you one guess as to the institution that is the largest provider of mental health treatment.
Harris County Jail System. A significant percentage of the chronically homeless population suffer from mental illness. They get thrown in jail for various minor offenses (vagrancy, trespass, sleeping in public spaces, etc.). While in jail, they get treated, diagnosed and put on meds. Once on meds, they normalize. But after a few weeks, they get released back out onto the streets. No health care, no meds, no support. Once off their meds, they have no chance of getting off the streets. It’s a vicious cycle.
This.bigbottom said:
Thank you @prosopis
Thanks for sharing prosopis. Your stories are chilling. The streets are a scary place no doubt.
Echoing everything Joe just said, but also hoping to hear whatever you're willing to share about what lead you to originally being homeless.
I dont mind at all. i am a pretty open guy. Rules were I could live there but I had to cut my hair, get a job, no drugs, pay for my own food once I had a job, that was it. They took me in like I was a part of the family. I called her mom, it was like I was a second son. She often says I am her chosen son.I will admit I did not want to cut my hair but I did. I was so surprised how differently people treated me after. It was like I was a different person. I ended up getting a factory job that I was probably to smart to be doing. I did get laid off quite a bit and hopped around to different manufacturing jobs. Have many crazy stories from those places. This was all happening in Ct. At some point I worked for a place that had a branch in Arizona. I had fallen madly in love with a girl who was going to Arizona for school so I transferred to Arizona. It was sad but exciting to be leaving an old life on the east coast and starting a new one out west. I put everything I owned in a pick up and drove west.
Thank you Buddy. That is an amazing and beautiful story. That's awesome you can let them know how much you appreciate what they did. And good on you for taking advantage of the opportunity they provided. Thanks for sharing.
Poor relationship with my father, drinking, drugs, being a kid who didnt know what was up.
