I combined a couple of your quotes:
50+% of the population is only 2 paychecks away from homelessness at any time.
Only 25%-30% of the homeless are the visible homeless. Many more who classify as chronicaly homeless are invisible. Living either by couch surfing, living in vehicles etc. Or they just take much greater pains to hide their homeless condition.
The homeless are also the most stereotyped, and victimized segment of the population. As well as the least protected by the courts and police.
The mental aspects of long term homelessness are far worse however. We all grow up desiring to be a part of society, family, church etc. When suddenly displaced and disenfranchised it takes a toll. Keeping ones head through all that is tough. I think I only did so well by being very involved in helping others rather than concentrating on my situation.
That's the worst part, and the part I hated the most. People don't understand how close they are to that condition (when the economy tanked, I think a lot found out), and they treat you like scum, even if you aren't. I remember people all of a sudden didn't want anything to do with me after finding out I was homeless. This was people I was "friends" with for months. I asked them why, after months of me never talking about my home, you never seeing it, never being invited to it, never seeing me go there, I'm all of a sudden pond scum when you find out I don't have one? I still bathe, keep groomed, clean clothes, etc. Their answers always sterted out with "Well,
you people. . ."
People stereotype homeless people as violent. The stereotype holds true in most cases. Besides those that are on drugs, or clinically insane, the big reason is
the way they are treated. One thing I noticed is that it seems to be illegal for homeless people to sleep. The police constantly rouse you if they find you. People scream and throw stuff at you. Punk kids look for homeless people to rob, beat or set on fire. One time, after about 3 days on no sleep -- maybe 2-3 hours the whole time -- I went absolutely psychotic on some guy. Only thing I remember is finally getting asleep (off the road, no where near any houses, businesses or anything, in the woods), I wake up with this guy right in my face screaming something about "Oh no, you're not going to do this here. . " I remember seeing he had a white shirt and tie on, and thinking that this guy had to
look to find me, and came all the way in here, dressed like that, just to roust me. I remember grabbing his tie, and the next thing I remember is standing over him watching him bleed from his eyes, ears and mouth, his shirt torn nearly off him, no idea where his tie was. He was curled up in a fetal position whimpering "Why? Why?" and I told him to remember this well the next time he decides to make trouble for the fun of it.
A person who has been homeless for over 6 months is considered to have only a 5% chance at best of reentering society.
Not sure that's an accurate statistic, as ther are quite a few who don't
want to reenter society and they get swept up in such statistics.
While billions are spent annually to alleviate the problem and help the homless. lESS THAN 5% OF SAID MONIES ACTUALY MAKE IT OUT OF THE NON PROFITS AND INTO ACTUAL AID TO THOSE IN NEED.
This really pisses me off. When I was first homeless, I tried doing things the "upstanding" way: go to all the .orgs, etc. For a few nights I tried the shelter thing -- which was a pain because people would steal your stuff and have to be taught a lesson -- but the shelter itself was unethical. They had a rule that unless you were one of the ones allowed in, you couldn't take any of the bread or whatnot that they had laying out for grabs, and you weren't allowed to bring any out to give to someone else. Now, I can understand this if their stocks were low, but they literally had stuff
rotting on those tables, and
refused to disperse it to anyone else. Eventually I got thrown out because I'd take some bags of bread and my hot meal and give it to the people who were refused service outside, especially the ones with kids. I worked temp jobs and day labor, so I had enough to buy something to eat, so I gave to those that didn't. I had most of my "camping" gear from my Army days, so when they gave out blankets or something, I'd take as many as I could and give them to people. Funny, there isn't much penalty for stealing from a homeless person, but they sure do come down on you hard for
GIVING to them.
Probably the biggest impact the whole thing had on me was my mindset. People are bothered by the fact that I no longer really care what others think of me. It's not callousness, it's a survival mechanism. It's also because I've seen too many types on the street to be impressed by anyone. I've seen blue-collar people, but also doctors, lawyers, businessmen (those often put on the street by a divorce where the wife gets everything, including the majority of their pay). This can happen to ANYONE.
The other thing is, well. .. ..probably why a lot of those in la-la land don't see the need to carry a serious blade on them. The world is uncivilized. What you
think is a stable society is a thin veneer.