I’ve had the strange experience a few times in recent years of mentioning my childhood poverty to another person and their response making me feel gaslit, like what am I remembering wrong? For example, mentioning I have lived in a few housing projects and homeless shelters, and them asking which ones, and then… I don’t remember the names, barely remember the locations. I wasn’t living in them for long enough to identify with them, to see that as my “hood,” get to know the other kids there. We’d be kicked out or otherwise shuffled along to our next flophouse before that could happen. My father helped me fill in a few of these details, but he didn’t remember all of it either.
So to gird myself for this situation in the future, I’m trying to remember everything about my childhood that wouldn’t be too creepy to tell. Maybe some of those things too, with appropriate content warnings? Here we go…
Content Warnings: Violence Against Animals, Animal Death, Description of Poverty, Mention of Parasites and Pests, Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Child Injury, Children in the Context of Sexual Things (but no CSA mentioned in this one), Racial Tension, Drug and Alcohol Abuse, Marital Infidelity, Teen Pregnancy, Vomiting, Terminal Illness, A Man Dying Young, Mental Illness, Generational Abuse.
This will take more than one post and include details that don’t have to do with the poverty itself, just me trying to remember what I can before it slips any further into the void. For this post, I’ll lay out what I can recall of the chain of places I’ve lived. [Read more…]


