Temple Grandin
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Thursday, April 29, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
The Silhouettes of the City
At least three times a week I travel through downtown Houston to get to my gym. As I am driving through the edge of the city, there are people always on the sidewalks. I often wonder if the people driving ever notice these silhouettes or do they just make sure their doors are locked as they pass the faceless figures. The street I drive on is Fannin which has become the main thoroughfare for the METRO bus system since the addition of the rail line. On this street there are agencies like Lord of the Streets, The Men’s Center, Planned Parenthood and SEARCH. These agencies mainly serve the homeless population, so the silhouettes are usually the nameless homeless of the city.
They are the people that I serve on a consistent basis; they are the people that the city wants to ignore.
But they are people; and each of them has a story.
They may be a person who is standing in line at Lord of the Streets who needs their ID because the last time they had one it was stolen at the homeless shelter and now they need an original to get his Social Security card to be able to apply for a job.
They might be the person who has just left SEARCH going to their part-time job, which they are glad to have because it puts food in their mouth and allows them to add money to their METRO Pass.
The silhouettes might be the Christian protesters at Planned Parenthood carrying signs or literature, they are not homeless, but appear to be familiar with the homeless of Fannin.
The guy in his sweat pants sitting outside of the Men’s Center might be enjoying his first cup of coffee for the day before he heads to work to earn minimum wage to pay the weekly rent for the roof over his head. He might be praying or meditating and thanking his Higher Power for one more day of sobriety that allows him to live at a place that will make him a sandwich for his work day and keep him safe from the streets.
The guy with the backpack waiting at the bus stop might be leaving SEARCH and going to a job interview for the third time this week; this time he hopes they don’t ask him about the three felonies that are a direct result of his drug use, but now he is sober.
The woman figure walking into Planned Parenthood might be going to get an abortion because she knows she has been using PCP, is HIV+ and doesn’t want to have the baby from the boyfriend who just dumped her for his old girlfriend.
The young guy walking to his car at The Men’s Center might be heading to his job selling cars just outside of the city and is happy to have a place to come home to, even if it’s the shelter. He feels at home with the recovery addicts, he feels good about his sobriety today and good about choosing to live there.
Most of these silhouettes are people who are getting their lives together; but I can only imagine that the people driving by only see silhouettes. They may fear them. They are just people driving by, not paying attention to those on the streets, unaware that these people on the sidewalks are getting their lives together, one day at a time, one piece of paper at a time, one bus route at a time and grateful that the agencies are there to help them. They are not silhouettes; they are people.
They are the people that I serve on a consistent basis; they are the people that the city wants to ignore.
But they are people; and each of them has a story.
They may be a person who is standing in line at Lord of the Streets who needs their ID because the last time they had one it was stolen at the homeless shelter and now they need an original to get his Social Security card to be able to apply for a job.
They might be the person who has just left SEARCH going to their part-time job, which they are glad to have because it puts food in their mouth and allows them to add money to their METRO Pass.
The silhouettes might be the Christian protesters at Planned Parenthood carrying signs or literature, they are not homeless, but appear to be familiar with the homeless of Fannin.
The guy in his sweat pants sitting outside of the Men’s Center might be enjoying his first cup of coffee for the day before he heads to work to earn minimum wage to pay the weekly rent for the roof over his head. He might be praying or meditating and thanking his Higher Power for one more day of sobriety that allows him to live at a place that will make him a sandwich for his work day and keep him safe from the streets.
The guy with the backpack waiting at the bus stop might be leaving SEARCH and going to a job interview for the third time this week; this time he hopes they don’t ask him about the three felonies that are a direct result of his drug use, but now he is sober.
The woman figure walking into Planned Parenthood might be going to get an abortion because she knows she has been using PCP, is HIV+ and doesn’t want to have the baby from the boyfriend who just dumped her for his old girlfriend.
The young guy walking to his car at The Men’s Center might be heading to his job selling cars just outside of the city and is happy to have a place to come home to, even if it’s the shelter. He feels at home with the recovery addicts, he feels good about his sobriety today and good about choosing to live there.
Most of these silhouettes are people who are getting their lives together; but I can only imagine that the people driving by only see silhouettes. They may fear them. They are just people driving by, not paying attention to those on the streets, unaware that these people on the sidewalks are getting their lives together, one day at a time, one piece of paper at a time, one bus route at a time and grateful that the agencies are there to help them. They are not silhouettes; they are people.
Monday, April 26, 2010
The Dentist
So today I went to the dentist for the first time in two years. I did not think much of it, except I hate the drilling sound. However I think that since I have been getting my nails done I have grown accustomed to the noise, it is not as scary as it used to be.
I have dreaded dental visits because I have been scrutinized for having a medical condition, a previous dentist questioned me extensively about it. I felt at that time I was judged, so I avoided the dental visit for at least six years. However, two years ago, I ended up with a broken tooth due to lack of dental treatment. I was so humiliated, here I am an HIV educator and expressed to my clients the need to maintain their dental care and I had a broken tooth. So, I worked my way through the insurance system and found the dentist very near to me. She was great, did a root canal and crowned that tooth, with no shame or questions! So last week, I went back, but the first dentist I visited was not there, she had built her practice and sold the business, smart woman!
Today I was not prepared to have dental work, I went assuming an examination would occur and then schedule any procedure for later. However, I was able to get in and get it done today. The dentist gave me laughing gas, never have I had laughing gas. As a recovery addict, I fear anything that would feel too good, and this was a good feeling drug. The dentist said it calmed down her patients, because most people had dental work, I am not alone. I was a little tipsy, but I noticed that the dentist and her assistant were laughing more than me! I told her, with my swollen tongue and huge lips, 'I think the gas is for you, not me.' The dentist thought that was cute!
So two hours later, I had an extremely swollen mouth, a tongue that didn't work, lips that were extremely big, and my teeth cleaned with two cavities filled! Whew!
I did not think that the system could work that fast, and it was less than $75 for the entire services.
Thank you Crown Dental and Dr. K. Lee.
I have dreaded dental visits because I have been scrutinized for having a medical condition, a previous dentist questioned me extensively about it. I felt at that time I was judged, so I avoided the dental visit for at least six years. However, two years ago, I ended up with a broken tooth due to lack of dental treatment. I was so humiliated, here I am an HIV educator and expressed to my clients the need to maintain their dental care and I had a broken tooth. So, I worked my way through the insurance system and found the dentist very near to me. She was great, did a root canal and crowned that tooth, with no shame or questions! So last week, I went back, but the first dentist I visited was not there, she had built her practice and sold the business, smart woman!
Today I was not prepared to have dental work, I went assuming an examination would occur and then schedule any procedure for later. However, I was able to get in and get it done today. The dentist gave me laughing gas, never have I had laughing gas. As a recovery addict, I fear anything that would feel too good, and this was a good feeling drug. The dentist said it calmed down her patients, because most people had dental work, I am not alone. I was a little tipsy, but I noticed that the dentist and her assistant were laughing more than me! I told her, with my swollen tongue and huge lips, 'I think the gas is for you, not me.' The dentist thought that was cute!
So two hours later, I had an extremely swollen mouth, a tongue that didn't work, lips that were extremely big, and my teeth cleaned with two cavities filled! Whew!
I did not think that the system could work that fast, and it was less than $75 for the entire services.
Thank you Crown Dental and Dr. K. Lee.
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