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Anyone can become homeless, says Richard
Hunt. He went from having a career and a loving family to being alone on
the streets. Now he's rebuilding his life
Davie died the other morning. It's not the best start to the day - to open the curtains and see a body bag being loaded into the back of an anonymous van - but at the time it seemed fairly par for the course. Davie stayed in the flat above mine. Homeless and on the streets for years, he'd assumed a kind of nowhere state, existing from one Giro to the next in a haze of disinterest, alcohol and drug abuse, and - inevitably- ill-health. He'd been on the streets for years and
was eventually taken into supported accommodation by one of the local
housing associations. However, he had continued in his particular
lifestyle until his body finally gave up on him. Recently I joined the management
committee of Speakout, the group that campaigns on behalf of the
homeless alongside The Big Issue in Scotland. My employment background
is one of radio production, PR and fundraising. Five years ago I was in
charge of commercial sponsorship and fundraising for one of Scotland's
biggest arts companies. Five years ago, just before I was made
"redundant" by my last employers, I was married with three
children, a labrador, a house near Stirling, a company car and a
reasonable salary. At first I settled into the role of
househusband with a great deal of satisfaction. I'd rather missed out on
a lot of my daughters' very small childhood because of work commitments,
so it was good to be with my youngest - a boy - and we had a great time
together. At first. |
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My first day in
Stirling was marked by the arrival in our building of convicted
paedophile. Of course, someone had leaked his whereabouts to the press,
who had naturally informed local residents in order to get their
reaction to presence in the area. |
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I made my roundabout way to Edinburgh. We'd
lived here before, on our return to Scotland from London eight years
previously. It was near enough to see my children, when and if allowed,
but far enough for my wife's comfort. I was "lucky" to get a place in a hostel in Leith. However, I was back amongst the homeless again, and a fair proportion of drinkers as well. My worst enemy was undoubtedly inactivity. In the hostel, I had inactivity in spades. I began drinking ... in a big way. Eventually I was referred by the owner of the hostel, which was a Christian-based organisation, to their own special rehab unit, also in Leith. I arrived just in time to "celebrate" my second homeless Christmas. Again, very jolly. Now I'm happy to possess my own, quiet, private faith in God. What I'll never come to terms with is extreme Christianity, which to me seems almost fascistic. It might as well be spelt with a capital K. For various reasons, the rehab unit just
didn't suit. Guess what? I got fed up. I started drinking again, got
found out - and was, according to the rules that I'd broken, kicked out.
In effect I was on the streets. In January. I was offered a room in a shared,
supported flat - the one below the late Davie. It could be worse. My
nearest neighbour, with whom I share a bathroom, is a relatively amiable
punk with green hair and a dog whose name rhymes with Gromit but is
rather more emetic. I'm still there a year on and alcohol-free (apart
from the odd unpredictable blip). Maybe l am a misfit. Whether it's because
of my Englishness or the fact that a lot of people assume l am a member
of staff; I am subject to random threats. In my, I admit, relatively short-term
homelessness and my work for The Big Issue and Speakout, I've found that
some people who become 'haves' after extended periods of being
'have-nots' go into a state of denial. "What, me? Used to be
homeless? On the streets? No mate, you're thinking of someone
else," and so on. It is, perhaps, understandable. The other day I was looking up something
in the dictionary. I love looking in dictionaries. I can be in one for
hours, eventually emerging with a number of highly useful words, but
without the one I was first looking for. This time, serendipity led me
first to "ulterior - a word much-used but, I imagine, rarely
defined. So never judge a book by its cover. And always bear in mind that old National Lottery slogan: "It could be you". |