What It’s Like to be a Rough Sleeper in London
Memories of life on the streets
The human brain is a wonderful thing. My brain has allowed me to shut out some traumatic memories of my time on the streets. This self-defence mechanism has allowed me to move on with my life. It is 9 years since I last slept rough, and after the passage of time, I am able to reflect on my experiences without feeling overwhelmed.
The current cost of living crisis has led me to ponder my time as a rough sleeper. I feel it is important to share my thoughts here. Ignoring human suffering is not an option. If no solution can be found to this crisis, many more people will experience rough sleeping. This must not be allowed to happen. This is (some) of my story.
People will make assumptions about you
When you are sleeping rough, many folks will make assumptions about you. They will assume you drink or do drugs. They will assume you are a dangerous, crazy person. Not only that, but they will avoid eye contact in case you ask for money or hurl abuse.
Remember, it’s not personal. These assumptions are reinforced through media misrepresentation. That won’t make it easier for you, though.
I avoided people where possible. I felt ashamed and worthless. Furthermore, I didn’t…
