The Secret Life Of A Homeless

As of right now I am technically still homeless since i am living in someone else house. I remember the first day that i became homeless. I was thirteen years old. Me my mom and sister was hiding out in the bushes waiting for the cops to pick us up. We were hiding from my mother's abuser. It was a close call, we stayed quietly fearing our lives as that Toyota SUV past back and forth at the mouth of the street. A few feet away we lay in the tall grass i was crying while mom covered my youngest sister's mouth.

Next thing i know the police arrive and place us in an domestic abuse shelter.One of the worst experiences of my life took place. It was the first time in four years that i had been to a public school. I had to where this hideous striped shirt and stretchy jeans (both of which was too big for me) that was donated.The kids would tease.

From there we ended up on the streets. My brother would sell his body for Meth and my Mom became an alcoholic that hooked up with a crackhead.

A daily routine was go to school, eat my free lunch, have the buss driver drop me off at an apartment building so that the other kids wouldn't know that i was homeless, go to the church and get a free meal, go to sally shop and goodwill, then on weekends take the fruit i had pillaged from the beach(also the drugs). Since Mom and her boyfriend(the same bastard who tried to rape me) was a mess i had to take care of everything.I barely graduated from high school.

This continued on until I graduated from high school and left my family. Now i go to college so i can get a better job and not go through what i did in the past.
vydyn vydyn 18-21, F 6 Responses Jul 10, 2012

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Been there, done that, and worse.
You got started in healing 12 years earlier than me. I didn't even know I was traumatized or my background was wrong until I was in my mid 30s.
Since you have such an early start, maybe it will go better for you. I've no hope for myself anymore. Utterly overwhelmed and exhausted in my soul with being starved for human intimacy attachment and affection all my life. Hopefully you will find it sooner.

Thank you for this story vydyn.......

glad you enjoyed it! :)

My homeless experience was very different from yours and thankfully I did not have to endure such uncertainty at such a young age. I hope college gives you the structure and opportunities you could trully benefit from. I am happy you are fighting the good fight. I know it is hard.

Wow! we have alot of experiences in common!

We do I know :)

That was a very rough and touching story ( I read through all of it). While I can't exactly relate to it, thankfully you have managed to overcome this, and that's something that is really difficult to do (Props to you ^_^). How is your life going now if I may ask?

I'm doing fine now. Just trying to adjust to college life.

Ok then. And how is that going for you?

I went thru alot of what you're going thru.. sleeping and living outside, trying to find a warm place to rest in the winter time..Those were some of the longest days of my life. Two of the longest yrs of my life, the efects are still there..seemingly popping out when I least expect it. Not sure if we're able to be friends or not, but id we are.. I can go into more detail what happened and what is was like... How are doing now? How is your family? That is such a tough thing to go thru. You have to grow up so fast, and that is sooo unfair

it is. i'm okay but to tell u the truth i don't live with them anymore. I still talk to my mom an sister. I am seriously worried for my mom since i heard that she collapsed and had to go to the ER. U never forget.

Don't worry about her. You have to survive. Worry about yourself.

wow.... I can't go into detail..yet of my experience.. but we have alot in common. How are you doing and feeling now?

I'm doing alright now but i still have a long way to the top.