There is a purposeful lack of tissues in my office – a reminder of absence that I should not make people cry.
However, today I started a flood. A lady going through divorce is afraid to tell supportive agencies that she is homeless and needs help.
She wants to hide homelessness from her child’s father.
Said child is a teen and fully aware of her homelessness. She is also aware of the impending “D” aka divorce. Mom is so enthralled with her drama that she cannot register the pain if her child.
My conversation went thus:
“You don’t have to be Team Mom or Team Dad. You need only be Captain of Team You. If you need someone to talk to who isn’t carried away with their own opinions, come back to me. Your friends don’t understand what you are feeling or going through and your grown ups are having their own feelings , so come back to me and I will listen and help you find someone to find you for tutoring and a professional to listen to your heart.”
Homeless children are powerless to change their living situation and ultimately helpless.
She cried because no one had told her that she was allowed to have feelings or an opinion.
Her mother looked stricken. Poor lady had been unaware of the impact her homelessness and divorce had on the young lady who is her child.