YWS 30th anniversary series: Marianne
“Homelessness happens. When I walk through the doors in my high school you can’t tell I live in a shelter. We all walk in different shoes.”
(Marianne, age 17)
Each day for a month Marianne, 17, filled her backpack with a few personal belongings and stored them in her high school locker. Marianne had decided that she was not going to take the beating of her father’s fists anymore. Beatings as far back as her toddler years haunted Marianne. One morning she said good-bye to her father. He replied “good-bye, see you tonight.” but Marianne knew this was good-bye. She was not coming home tonight.
A school guidance counsellor determined that Marianne was essentially living out of her school locker and brought Marianne to the safety of Youth Without Shelter. Marianne’s life belongings from her locker were now in the bedroom she calls “home” at Youth Without Shelter.
At Youth Without Shelter Marianne was not alone, she had someone to talk to and someone who will listen to her fears, hopes and dreams. Together with her Case Manager they discussed her specific needs, created goals and a plan of action to achieve these goals. If you visited Marianne’s bedroom at YWS you would have seen these goals boldly spelled out on a list taped to her locker:
- Find a job.
- Find an apartment.
- Stay in school.
- Stop drinking.
How did Marianne do with checking off her list? With the support of the YWS Steps to Success Program she put together her resume and called employers from our job board. She stayed in school. Marianne’s case manager connected her with a support group for abuse survivors. Marianne also met with a housing program worker to review her housing options. Through the Housing Program Marianne connected with “Project Go Home” and reunited with her extended family.
A note arrived at YWS from Marianne: “I want you all to know….you mean a lot to me and you were my real and true family while I was in Canada. You never judged me, left me in my hard times…for which I really admire you! You guys make our days better and we need you.”
Note: While staying at YWS Marianne volunteered talents, sharing her photography skills. This story image is by Marianne, taken by the Humber River near YWS.
YWS 30th anniversary series: Tracy & Nichole
Former residents of YWS often reconnect through email sharing their stories, here are two voices from the past.
“I would first like to introduce myself as a former resident and a success story from your program. It was June 1987 when I was dropped off at your front door because my parents didn’t want me any more. With the help of your program in as little as 2 ½ weeks I was able to find housing, part-time employment and reenrolled in school.
Today I am a Registered Social Service Worker, Community Service Worker Instructor, happily married with four children and own my own home.”
“I was a teenager with a lot of issues. I was on the street and getting myself into some things that I know I shouldn’t have but at the time that was how I maintained my friends. I was 17 years old, alone in a city I wasn’t familiar with and had no idea where to turn. At 18 after spending many nights in YWS and other shelters, and in some cases outstaying my welcome I turned my life around. As a youth I didn’t finish high school and found that I was young, uneducated, and living at the poverty level. At the age of 21 I entered college and once completed I went to university. I am now 33 and a seasoned social worker. I have been working with individuals with developmental disabilities for 10 years and I enjoy every moment of it. I used to say that the workers at YWS were only there for the money but I now have the same feeling of accomplishment and satisfaction that they had from helping teens and youth. Thank you all for being there, for guiding me and for letting me know that I was able to accomplish more than what I believed I could The work you guys do is incredible and you change more lives than you will every know.
YWS 30th anniversary series: Derek
I stayed at Youth Without Shelter when times were tough. It wasn’t just a place to stay…it was about what I could do to find my way. YWS gives you direction. There are many options, it takes time for all of us to find our way. I know it took me two years to decide to swallow my pride and go back to finish school. I now reside in BC and have worked at many jobs.
Thanks YWS for picking up the pieces when the chips were down, you were there! Thanks for making it a safe place to stay. Youth Without Shelter led me to start making changes in my life for a better future that I could look forward to. Remember, the future is not just tomorrow.
If I was there I would donate my time for this worthy cause. Thanks for all the help. Enclosed is a pic of me and my car! This is what I was able to do with a car after finding that whatever I try to do is possible. If you believe you can do something, you can! Thanks and I hope others can find what I found, only faster. The three most import things in life are: improvise, adapt and overcome. That’s how you succeed!
YWS 30th anniversary series: Misery
For as long as he can remember there was only his father and himself. There was always conflict. He is the first to admit that he didn’t want any rules. However, as he matured he saw his father behave in ways towards him that he knew were not right and that he could not respect.
He ran away from home for the first time at age ten. He ran away repeatedly in his early teens—sometimes spending the night on friend’s couches, many times just roaming the streets or keeping warm overnight in a local coffee shop. Home with his father was not where he could be. He managed to finish Grade 9 and 10. By the age of 16 he had truly left home and fallen in with, in his own words, the wrong crowd.
Not long after he sought shelter at Youth Without Shelter (YWS) for the first time. His approach with staff was argumentative. How could they be much different from his father? Staff asked him to consider what his next steps were going to be. Why not write his thoughts and dreams down in a journal, suggested a case manager. This idea stuck with him. To this day he continues to write in a journal wherever he is.
Each time he has appeared at the doors of YWS the case management team have worked step by step to connect him with the resources to enable him to make a move to independence. Each time he has moved out he hasn’t quite made it work. But then something unexpected happened that totally changed his life around—he became a father.
This time his stay at YWS is more long-term and focused. He has always “felt the staff here care—you can talk and they will listen.” From staff he is hearing: it’s time to make a change, if you want to be a father and have this child in your life. His case manager is making sure he stays on track. He has put together his resume in the Steps Program. His goal is to complete his high school education. He is working on his housing options with the housing coordinator. He is always busy helping around the shelter. The staff say he has become a positive mentor to the younger residents in the shelter.
In essence his story is what Youth Without Shelter is all about: ending homelessness, one youth at a time, one step at a time. We wanted to share with you a poem he wrote in his journal titled “Misery”.
(Author: YWS past resident)
I try to forget the pain.
But yet it remains.
Driven insane by madness.
I surround myself in total
I am sad, unhappy and lifeless.
The girl that’s gone I truly do miss.
For she is the mother of my daughter.
And me the father that don’t exist.
My anger grows as I form a fist.
I take a swing, but did I miss.
Miss the fact that I’m still in love.
With the one that’s mention above.
I must be stupid to believe this.
To be with her is my only wish.
The girl I love, the girl I miss.
If only I can give her one kiss.
To prove how much I care.
How much I want to be near.
Close to her and in her heart.
The guy she with tears us further apart.
My heart is extremely broken.
I just want to be the one that’s chosen.
YWS 30th anniversary series: Angeline
Sometimes I feel my mother never loved me.
Maybe she didn’t.
There’s nothing to suggest otherwise.
No early morning cuddles.
No kiss going out the door.
No warm embrace when I was at my lowest
No comforting voice to vanquish my nightmares.
But I do remember a hefty fist connecting with my tear stained cheeks and the words:
“Leave. Never come back.”
Broken and shaken
I was taken here
A place I felt was designed for the broken and shaken
Somewhere to leave us and forget us.
But maybe just maybe
We can change that and fix ourselves.
There’s plenty of evidence to suggest that just look at me.
Poem written by Angeline, March 2010.