Posted by Kath on July 23, 2006, at 20:34:34
I finally answered a call from my son today.
It's such a flashback to when he was out there 5 or so years ago. Except that at least this time he has his girlfriend with him.
Sleeping in the park
Having people attempt to rob them in the night
No money
"70 pound" backpack with belongings to lug around
hungry
Feet killing himSaid that he has a job, of sorts. They can 'sign up' each day with some sort of street outreach thing. Whoever gets there earliest gets signed up. If they don't get signed up that day, they go onto the next day's list. He & GF are signed up for tomorrow apparently.
Job consists of donning protective gloves & picking up used needles off the street, grass, etc. GAWD. I was saying to my husband, parts of Vancouver must be horrible for I.V. drug use if they can keep people employed DAILY picking up used needles!Works tomorrow, is hungry, free-food-kitchens are away across the town (probably in the REALLY bad part of Vancouver)
Oh God. This is really hard for me.ALSO - asked "Do you know what happened to our stuff? Our clothes?"
"As far as I know they were given to shelters"
"WHAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTT?! Who gave them away?"I didn't do well at all about not getting talking with him!! So he's on the street, working picking up used needles, upset that all his belongings including "sentimental" ones are gone.
YUCK. Thank God I have a counselling appointment tomorrow (Monday)
I HATE THIS. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.
I'm really glad I don't drink or have a substance abuse problem. I really feel like medicating-out right now. Sometimes I take a Valerian capsule which seems to calm me down. I think I'll do that.
I feel like curling up like a little kid & holding myself & rocking & crying & crying.
I hate drugs. I hate that life hurts people & they 'use' whatever to escape their hurts & the "whatever" they use destroys them.
Valerian time. Kath
poster:Kath
thread:669839
URL: http://www.dr-bob.org/babble/social/20060721/msgs/669839.html