When Homeless is Home

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"I'm going to throw you in the garbage can!" My father laughed. The reason for him saying this, or laughing, was not apparent. The Saturday morning rituals had begun with his new wife. I never got the joke as I was only four. Why would you put a child in the garbage can? It simply wasn't logical.

I blew up his television a few months later. The stick pins had fit nicely through the back smelly slits - as if they had been made to go there. The war was on. I only saw him on Sundays. If he'd had any time for me at all, I don't think the resentment toward the television, or Jackie Gleason, would have risen to hatred.

A few months after that he left me screaming all night after a babysitter had put the wrong drops in my ear. Not a soul had come to my aid. My fifth year was a busy one.

One day a week I saw the woman who had dropped me off at his parent's house six months earlier. I was told she blurted, "It's HIS turn to take care of the kids now!" Repeatedly, when I was a teenager, she would explain there had been an experiment with babies. I should thank her for loving me only those first two years, otherwise I'd have died. I never thanked her.

She never asked what went on when my father's wife was in charge which was everyday - though I tried to tell her. Looking back, I think we were her volunteer job. She wasn't interested enough to ask questions, just volunteer her time 10-8 every Saturday out of duty. Not like a soldier feels duty, but a distant relative. A soldier would have asked questions.

I'd had enough violence after three years and decided to leave on a week day. My dad's wife agreed to allow this. I packed cake mixes from Betty Crocker, pennies from my two brother's piggy bank, grabbed a book (yes, I've always been a voracious reader) and my loyal follower Mrs. Beasley; with a blanket for us to sit on together of course. We waited outside on the next door neighbor's lawn to be adopted. I finally went to the door to save face, and shook hands with the adults to say good-bye. They played along. Walking down the street as the sun had gone down I sat under the streetlight to read.

My father's wife strolled down (the streets were very small) and let me know I was not in 'that much' trouble if I returned home immediately. Since she had already agreed there would BE no consequences, I was thoroughly irate. Watching while she walked all the way back, I turned the other direction and walked like a soldier on a mission.

What part of 'no', I don't like beaten with a 2x4 for no obvious reason, or laughed at for needing a mother, doesn't she get?

My birth mother was married on a Saturday visit a few years later, and I felt strange around her new husband's two-year-old daughter. He doted on her and engaged in a relationship. I didn't know what that was anymore. My birth mother told me I was strange, not human enough to love. I know now the experience had gradually dehumanized my mind, and it resulted in PTSD. At least now there is a word for a conversation. I wasn't returning from Vietnam, but 'just a kid', and barely human at that. My brothers had the same treatment, but they had each other in the room. Under torture having another human in the room validates your humanity. Being another gender, I was on my own.

I was told I was 'barely human' when teaching myself to ride a bike, cleaning my bed after the flu, or bee stings. I saw dogs doted over, and learned the reality of life was not so pretty - and informed a decent life was not in the cards of my future. . . A garbage can was created within my mind, and I was forced to live in it. It was my first command, from 4-years-old to nine to fail in life.

We were taken out of this situation, and put in the hands of the volunteer, only when the more valuable male siblings were targeted, and the real nightmare began.

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https://www.dhirubhai.net/pulse/walking-path-challenging-status-quo-chris-helmuth/

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Life is challenging for many when there is no stable beginning. When a culture is based on winners and losers providing a cultural support system with tools of promoting health and ptsd recovery, (outside of a mind control religion) supporting 'strangers' is sacrilege. Honestly, I thought it would be easier, as did millions of others. That is why this mission is to create a safe place to heal and belong called 'The Tribal Cure'.

Without a positive social structure of 1st degree accountability, children are left vulnerable, adults having been abused are left under unbearable stress, break, and there is no safe place to turn. It will continue until there is a change.

If this isn't systemically accepted behavior, then why was it allowed he temporarily be checked out of the facility?

Or this:

There is no perfect world it is true, but do you realize how MANY judges have been accused of crimes? In a character-based tiered community, the RULE is high-bar expectation of 1st degree accountability.

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Eco-villages are popping up without social structure of The Tribal Cure:

I've seen it happen over and over, when the marginalized community has a concern, everyone pulls together: It is Human Nature. Tribe is created and folks, regardless of background, gender, ethnicity, or education, WORK TOGETHER. It is unstoppable.

Do we live in a military-based culture at home, as well as in other countries? Are military - majority men - only to be served in healing from trauma? Do we really?

When Homeless IS Home a positive, healing, self-sustaining community is a need. . . High standards of skills dictate selling to mainstream in Brand name. Pity will not play a part in any scenario. It is not a healthy variable in any scenario. If mainstream society wishes to support those wishing to live a healthier life, they may donate specific goods (when the campus is in start-up mode) on a wish list, or purchase the products!

There have been many in Montgomery County, Maryland who agree, and wait for the horse farm to be purchased and self-sustaining community to begin. This is the county bordering Washington, D.C. Healthy IS very possible.

But expecting self-actualization and True Human Potential to be reached from folks who have dealt with multiple trauma from a young age, well, that's just mean.

And it certainly doesn't serve this goal for Women, Children AND men:

However, knowing that would require this: