I’ve felt similar shame admitting my homelessness as I’ve felt admitting I was abused. There are many reasons why this could be, but I often chalk it up to a myth of moral prosperity. If I’m not prospering, I have done something to deserve it. If I am poor, I am not working hard enough. If I am beaten, I am not standing up for myself. If I am homeless, I am just not trying. This bootstrapping narrative is hopelessly racist, misogynist, ableist, and more. Simply put, it forces people to hide the things they need the most help with, because if by some awful luck something bad has happened to them, if by some turn of events they need help, that need is a symbol of their unfitness.
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