BIBLE READING has gotten me into
trouble over and over again.
This began to happen when I went
to live in subsidized housing for two
years. There, the social worker, who
was the assistant to the director, threatened me
with a day-treatment program for the mental
health-challenged because, as she said, I was
“reading that book so much.” She seemed to
have limitless power over the residents of the
five housing complexes in town, so I gave away
my furniture and left my little apartment with my
Bible and not much else.
Since I had a car at first, it was easy to live in
the Boston shelter system. I was OK for about two
years. But when the car had to be junked, I tried
to stay at CASPAR, a “wet shelter” in Cambridge,
Massachusetts. (A “wet shelter” is one where people
abusing alcohol are welcome.) It was the only
shelter I knew of where residents could stay not
only at night, but also throughout the day.
I was happy to stay in all day because of severe
rheumatoid arthritis, which made it hard for
me to walk. Most shelters are for overnights only.
Elderly, sick, or disabled homeless who cannot survive
the streets are expected to accept nursinghome