Times where their lights were shut off because their mom didn’t have enough money. Stories of how brother and sister fighting other people on their behalf; playing the neighborhood games and learning how to dance. I either didn’t have these experiences or they were severely limited and lacked the substance to relate. My mother and I were homeless for a few months when I was younger. We went a month without electricity and gas. We were transitioning purchasing a car and had to drive in a car that had no heat in the crippling Minnesota winter. What made it different?
We didn’t depend on or ask our communities for assistance nor did we tell anyone that we were experiencing these things. Nobody knew. People would always think we were always in a position of good standing.
It’s like meeting someone who always seems happy and cheery. You would think this person never goes through a shit time. You’re having a rough day or week. You just want somebody to relate to you and say, “I hear you man, I know what that feels like.” You cannot do that with someone who is always happy go lucky because they will more than likely give you a generic response like, “Life is as good as you make it” or “Positivity is the key to everything.” We are aware of this but sometimes, we all need to know we aren’t the only one going through things in