Ex-Homeless Guy's Life & Trying/Difficult Times

First, see this funny Homeless Sadam Flash image I made (opens new window)!

How I Became Homeless The First Time (An Intro To My Early Years)

The first time I became homeless is a rather intresting story...

I was 14 years old and I couldn't stand living with my dad anymore (I even started thinking of ways to kill him at 13 as I was physically abused and mentally tortured constantly from age of 11, bits in between when he would visit me at some realtives I was shipped to that month). It was an abusive situation and since the age of 12 (before tis useful work age, I was shipped back and forth to relatives every 4-8 months from age of 2 to 12) I was made to be a slave helping my dad build houses as we lived them (or 5 people living in a trailer). I was not allowed to visit friends, I was expected to work until 2 am and goto school the next day fully alert (started getting bad grades, then get abused for this). I even had to work part time to pay rent at my biological father's houses that I helped him build. Plus I had to buy my own school clothes and shoes. Even at the age of 13 I was sent out to lie about my age to get into a government farm labour program so I could buy my school clothes that year (after working that job I had to help dad build the house again, I remeber days shoveling dirt in the hot sun and getting nose bleeds when I was like 11 or 12 or back pain from carrying packs of shingles to the roof).

I turned fifteen, I could hardly wait to turn 16 and my freedom. After a good beating (I had a few drinks at a friends place) on my 15th birthday, I decided I could not wait any longer! I had run away many times in the past, but was sent back home, I never told the truth(s) to get my dad in trouble as I was told I would be killed if I ever told anyone.

About a month later, I moved out. Found a local manager of a Becker's (Port Perry, Ontario, Canada) who gave me a job (I lied and said I was 19) and gave a room to rent. This was going okay until one night Richard (forget the last name, lived with his mom, he was about 45 in late 80s) invited me to check out his groovy bedroom. I went in, he turned on a VCR (we never had one of these, I was impressed)and laid on his big bed. He focused my attention to the starting credits on the big TV and started talking about soemthing to do with his favorite actors on it, after about 1-2 minutes of these muscular guys smiling and these weird names (like Long John), these guys started getting naked and touching each other! I kinda got awkward and decided I would try to talk to him instead of watching this strange behavious on TV. When I looked at him, he was naked and masterbating right beside me! I freaked out and hit him several times when he tried touching me, I didn't mean to react that way, but I felt like I had to protect myself!

This pedophile (Richard, manager of Beckers in late 80s, Port Perry, Ontario, downtown beside ReMax (I know Guy the owner of remax from working at Beckers) evicted me the next day and told all my family and friends I was fired for having a party in the convience store after hours that cost him thousands of dollars in damages and theft. This was so untrue, yet no one told me what happened, they all just told me to go away. So I did, I went to my birth town Owen SOund because everyone was telling me to get out of town and I ahd no clue why. I just felt so unwanted that I ran!

I wound up in Owen Sound, still 15 (15.5 now I guess), I found a decent room for rent (real nice, land lady was 38 years old and native indian and very pretty). Not long before I spent all my money and couldn't pay rent, she made a deal with me, sex for rent and help her babysit. This wasn't a bad deal for me as sex was still a curiosity and I figured she was experineced as she was 23 years older than me and had kids. her boyfriend wound up threatening my life and this was the first time I was homeless as this guy through all my stuff out on the street when I was gone (people on the street took all my stuff, i had nothing). I had no where to go!

There, the story of my first time being homeless, soon I will tell you about my first homeless experience, but that's another blog! I'm making these blogs to someday write a book, this will be the layout in basic point form absically!

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ANOTHER BLOG:

A few EXAMPLES OF THE HORRORS i HAD TO SUFFER as a kid with my biological father:

My step brother was 3, my step sister was 8, I was 12 and my step borhter had "shit his pants" during the night (while sleeping), I remeber being woken up by dad yelling and ranting and scaring the "fuck" outta me as I assumed I was about to get another beating. Anyway, I soon found out it was my brother getting the attention so I was relieved! My step sister and I were made to sit and laugh @ my brother while my dad force fed my step brother the feces from his underwear.

My real mother and uncle tell me stories of dad putting me in garbage cans as a baby because I whined too much, he would shake me and slap me before I was even a eyar old.

I remeber being beaten for my dad losing a girlfriend when I was 8 years old, thankfully my grandmother took me away for awile. Dad was mad as he lied to his girlfriend about having a kid while I was shipped off to another families, but I had to be shipped back. I ruined dad's life and he reminded me often or just slapped me around, or told me to get out of his site. I actually like being told to get out of his site as even a youngster I was terrofied and ahted him.

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ANOTHER WEBBLOG:

Mommy? Where Are You? Why Did You Leave Me?

My mother left my dad when I was 2 years old. Apparently (from her story) she couldn't stand the abuse she recieved and she could hardly stand watching me getting abused as an infant.

One long weekend dad had to work a job away from home and was gone for days. Mom took advanatage of this and packed her stuff and left on a Friday.

I sat in urine and feces soaked diapers and hungry for Friday, Saturday, Sunday and part of Monday until dad came home...

Thank god I don't remeber this SHIT!

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ANOTHER BLOGGING:

Stupid Homeless Crap, I Don't Need The Worry!

Homeless first time at age of 15. Again at 17, again at 18, again at 20, a couple weeks at age 22, again at 23 and a bit at age of 24. I am 31 now, not homeless, but don't have a place of my own either, staying with my girlfriend. Many other times I was not quite homeless (couch surfing at friends, staying at hostels).

I have been so affected by homelessness half my life (not just me, friends of mine have gone through it too). I never stayed homeless longer than 9 months at one time. Reasons for my hoemlessness were poverty, disabled and unable to maintain a job for long amounts of time (too many ehart problems, get fired for being lazy and making excuses). I did what i could to resolve my homelessness, even if I had to panhandle rent money (takes a long time making 20-30 dollars a day).

What helped me not be homeless? Well, I got help from a local organization to get on disability. Now I get about $800/month (Canadian). 400-500 goes to rent, 200 to food and the rest all goes to my HOMELESS SEARCH ENGINE!