When I was 23 I lived in a group home, my room was six feet by six feet and I ran out of money for food one day and had to wait a day for more money again.
But I do not live in the group home any more. I am 58 and I have my own apartment. I live alone and have lots of things and I have lived here for years. I could have been homeless, I was close. I made it. I was so close to nothing. I do not know how to say that right but I was desperate, almost no money and no place to live. Now I have a home I have been in for more than 20 years.
I learned lots of skills and I have tools. I made friends and did lots of outside things, I went places. I became a person and I never thought I would.
The deepest pain was wanting a girlfriend. When things were so bad I did not know if I would have the same place to live the next day, I did not think about how much I wanted a girlfriend. I was too terrified of not having a place to live.
When I made things get better and I had a place to live and instead of nothing I got help and disability money every month I knew I would have to live, I started making my own home. I wanted a drawer that had things in it you can not get all at once. It is the kind of drawer you can only have if you have a real home. It would have clear tape in it, can openers, screwdrivers, tacks. All the little things you have a drawer like that for. When someone has that, they have a home, they do not have to worry about leaving any more.
Then I could think about a girlfriend again and it was the worst pain in my life. But I got a girlfriend when I was 42 and we were together for eight years. I found out what it was like to be in love and have someone love me and sex. What is was like to have holidays together. We had a perfect Thanksgiving once. I used to live in that group home but then I was having Thanksgiving dinner with any girlfriend in my own apartment. I had done a lot.
I think about it a lot. I look around my home and think about how I had nothing and no help and I did not know how to do anything. I could hardly speak, I was miserable trying to ride a bus, never knowing if I would get on one and go miles the wrong way, then how would I get home?
I will not stop thinking about the group home because I could have been like that for the rest of my life, not homeless but not a person, I would be nothing. No girlfriend, no friends, no adventures but I did all those things and I sit in my home and think about how I have been lost since I was a little boy because I was autistic and did not understand anything and cold not make friends.
I am old but I made it and think the odds are that I should not. I am not in that group home in that alley any more. I found out what it was like to have a real girlfriend. I learned to sail and rock climb and do lots of other things. I got a home, lived my life and became a person.
I did not go to college or get married or have kids. I could not work so I did not have a job like regular people and never had much money but I live independently. I did that. That is maybe the thing I am most proud of and makes me good.
So when I think about other people I think I am a failure. Real people do lots of great things but I made it. Maybe I could have died because I did not understand danger or how to take care of myself and have to live in dangerous places and people all my life have played tricks on me, sometimes to get me to do things. But somehow I stayed safe enough I never got into trouble or tricked bad and I have my own home. I have said that a lot, I am sorry for repeating but when I was a kid not knowing how I would ever take care of myself when I had to leave home, I never had any idea how I could, no idea in my mind at a ll. I did not even know about bank accounts and utilities. Nothing. I was like a child.
So I have been a success for someone like me. I did a lot of good things and I am not in a group home. I think that is the difference. Being like me I think that where I would have to live forever. But I have my own home and I look out the window and know I am alone in my own home, no counselors to check up on me or bad roommates, or smells or really loud sounds. The group home was hard.
I did not do that successful things people are supposed to do but I did take care of myself and I never should have been able to do that so I am successful for someone like me.