Why being homeless sucks - and it's not bench sleeping
Therapy has come to why I actually don't want to be homeless: mostly because police officers don't let me sleep, they often make me get up and move unless I hide from them.
It's most common in a car, that's where I would nap/sleep most often. After a couple days, TOPS, someone will knock on my window. Hours living in the car, but never more than days...
I can leave the car, but then I walk around the mall, or a plaza. I can sit in a bar if I have money, but that doesn't last, and bars are cold. Everyplace is cold and uncomfortable, I need a bed...so I buy a hotel room, and I stay there for a little relief.
Hotels run out, and they're expensive. I've been known to sleep in the parking lot if it's big enough. Cars are supposed to hold still for several hours. If I climb into the trunk, the cops can't see me sleeping. Amanda can't see me, either. So I can sleep without being awoken, "WHY AREN'T YOU IN A BED??"
I can't afford a bed. Do you want to afford a bed for me? I can't afford one tomorrow either. Are you going to save a bed for me until I solve this dilemma? Everyone has an expectation that this will be solved "soon." But it's taken me over 500 days. I don't see it ending before I lose the rest of my material possessions, only showing up with a suitcase, 2 bags, and my tears