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EDGES MAGAZINE Issue 13 |
March -May 1998 |
Homeless
With Celebral Palsy
I am going to start where I am.
I have been homeless for years. I live in someone's house, trying to
do my best. I am autistic (which is no a mental disability, but
halfway between going towards normality). I also have cerebral pausy.
I am ambulant, which means I cannot get support, usually as I look
alright but am not. I manage by faith in myself. Anyway,
being homeless is not me as I pat my heart into home, which I have
made, building walls, painting, buying plants, and mowing the lawn.
Everything I do, I do for God, and really home is the heart
of God. I am here to do my best to help people understand what it is
like to be different, even if I don't like it. I have used
love to cope, to care about things, like being me to be given home I
could not have on my own. I have a special home, very
different; full of art and creative things that have helped me in my
screams, (which is one drawback to autism). Someone close
to me has entered my world, saw me blossom in all things ordinary
would not be given to me and other people could not understand. I've
also tried to care for my friend as we have always been short of help.
He is in a wheelchair which gave me the opportunity to use my skills
on my own (autistics like to be alone) finding ways to cope I would no
of known. It's given me a feeling of God's presence. In my
homelessness I found home in giving what I have myself to give when I
have nothing but unconditional love. All the things around
me are just here for these moments. What I do is important for just
now, tomorrow will be taken care of. Home I have in my
heart wherever I go. In he years I've had I have found shelter, food,
water, warmth, care. Even in a harsh world of negative help there have
been the few who saw how it is for me and I have homes open for me
sharing what they have with me, even the last cup of tea. I
have seen so much in my life. To sit with my friends who have less
then me. I am glad to know love like this. I go on with my
life, to give home when there is just the bare floor, few cups, when
two or three come together there in the midst is God's home. |
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