In 1993, I was homeless and living in my old car and in shelters. I used the toilet in restaurants in the daytime and hospital emergencies at night. I never drank alcohol or used any drugs.
My darling husband had died. I had cancer. I was looking for a job every day. All I had was a couple of garbage bags filled with clothing and toiletries. I lived on kraft cheese sandwiches and hot dogs. I went to Ontario when I couldn't find work in Montreal because my name was CARTER and not CARTIER. They said I was "overqualified."
All my life's precious possessions were in my parents' home for safe keeping.(until they were stolen by Dawn McSweeney-http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com) My furniture and most of my books were in storage.
The police refused to let me use a cell overnight because I wasn't a criminal. I couldn't get mediical care in Ontario because I did not yet have an OHIP card. I had pneumonia and the only medicine I could get made me terribly sick. I had cancer, but I could not get tests so I didn't know.
I found shelter from time to time but most shelters did not have any place where I could legally park my old Pontiac, so I lived in my old car.
I was rescued by a man I met at a seminar for professional people seeking work at an Anglican church. He took me home to his wife and children. We are all friends to this day.
YESTERDAY I WAS A LADY - OBSERVATIONS IN SHELTER THREE -http://phylliscartersjournal.blogspot.ca/.../yesterday-i-was-a-lady
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