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On Being Treated with Humanity

Posted Jul 08 2009 9:34am

Note: This is an old journal entry I wrote years ago. While it initially starts out by describing some of my experiences with the homeless, it is ultimately about treating people with dignity/humanity, and (I hope) there is a clear tie-in to CFS in the end. I promise that any future entries will not be quite as long! :)


My sophomore (and first) year at Tufts, I decided to join the college weekly newspaper as a photographer. My first day on the job, I was told they were doing a story about the homeless in Boston. They wanted me to go downtown and take some photos of any homeless people I happened to come across. Fabulous, I thought. That sounds like loads of fun. I wondered if maybe joining the paper wasn't such a great idea for me after all. :) But I hesitantly accepted the challenge.

I took the T to Harvard Square, hoping I’d find someone in the subway or thereabouts curled up in a corner and covered in a blanket, and I could snap a quick photo without notice and be on my way. But there were no homeless to be found in the subway that day.

I climbed the stairs leading to the Square and walked around the shops until I found a man standing on a street corner with a duffle bag, holding a sign that read “Will work for food." I tried to casually snap a quick shot of him, but I realized I couldn't get a close enough photo without his seeing me. I was afraid this might anger him. So (realizing this might not be the best idea either), I decided to simply approach him and ask his permission to take his picture.

I explained to him that I worked for a local college newspaper, and would like his okay to take a photograph of him for an article we were doing on the homeless. "Well, that depends,” he immediately responded, "What does the article say about us?" I admitted that I did not know; I had not seen the article and wasn't even sure it had been written yet.

He then went on to tell me a bit of his personal story. I don’t recall all the details now, except that he was an educated man and had once been a professor, and that he’d merely fallen upon hard times. He went on to say that people often tend to think of the homeless and think they all have similar stories that led them to where they are; that is, that they're all drunks, or mental cases, or drug addicts, or uneducated and lazy bums who couldn’t make do in the world. But that's not the case. While that stereotype may fit some, even many, every homeless person has their own story just like everyone else. One photo of one homeless man, he told me, could not possibly represent the homeless as a whole.

I admit I was surprised by his words, and by how articulate he was. I am not sure what I’d expected him to say, but I know I had not expected to engage in an intellectual conversation. Perhaps, I realized in that moment, I had been guilty of making such stereotypical judgments about the homeless myself.

In the end, he agreed to let me take the photo, but only if I made sure the article did not paint the homeless in a negative light. I wish I had spoken to him longer, had thanked him for his words of insights, and had not agreed to a promise I couldn’t keep. I don't think I realized at the time, though, how much his words had impacted me.

I thought of that man often after that, and never looked at the homeless in quite the same way again. Many years later, after moving to AZ, I had another similar experience which also left a lasting impression. I was sitting on a park bench one day, reading a book on medical intuition in an attempt to solve my own struggles at the time (this was post CFS, but obviously before being bedridden). I looked up from my book for a moment, absorbing a thought, when I saw a very young (and admittedly very scary looking) homeless man approaching me. He was probably just in his early 20's, and I vaguely recall he had piercings and tattoos all over him. I looked back down at my book, in part not wanting to stare, but mostly because he made me a little nervous and I didn't want to draw his attention.

I heard him stop in front of me and ask for change, so I looked up at him and smiled, apologizing that I did not have any money on me. Despite the news that I had no cash to give him, his eyes and face brightened at my reply, and he seemed surprised by my friendliness. He asked me what I was reading. Too embarrassed to say it was a book on medical intuition, where people claimed to be able to tell you all that ails you with one simple glance, I quickly responded "Oh, nothing interesting,"

“Well, then why are you reading it?" he asked, and this made me laugh.

He stayed and talked to me for awhile, even sitting on the bench with me for a moment. I don't remember what we talked about or what he said, except for when he asked me if I lived nearby, and if he could use my bathroom to take a shower. I laughed at that and emphatically told him no. "You sure? I really could use a shower,” he repeated, but I again turned him down.

“’It’s ‘cuz I’m a bum, right?”

“Umm… no,” I said to him, “it’s because you’re a stranger. I’m not really in the habit of letting strangers into my home for a shower.” He laughed at this and told me that was fair enough.

In the end, when he got up to leave, he looked at me and thanked me for talking to him. I gave him a somewhat absent-minded but friendly “Sure!” and suddenly he looked very serious. "No, really,” he said, “thank you for treating me like a human being."

My eyes started to fill with tears at that. I felt saddened that a person would be in such a place where they'd been judged and mistreated so many times they actually felt the need to thank someone for responding to them with kindness, and recognizing their humanity.

This is not to say that all my encounters with the homeless have been good ones. I’ve certainly seen my share of those who were angry, irate and belligerent. But for the most part, I find that (just as with anyone else) if you simply acknowledge their presence and treat them with respect, they are grateful.

Despite my own current difficult circumstances (and my own wish for a nice shower :)), I am fortunate enough not to be in the same place as any of those men (or women). I live in a beautiful home with plenty of food and water and shelter from the rain. I have a wonderful companion (now my fiance) with whom, though long distant, I feel the greatest of support, love, friendship and encouragement. I also have family and very dear, lifelong friends who care for and love me. But I understand, at least on some level, what it feels like to be judged, and be seen for where you are, versus who you are. People who don't know me are quick to make assumptions, and people who do know me seem to sometimes forget that I am still that same energetic, ambitious, adventurous person inside, with the same dreams and desires.

I would even say that, at times, I do feel homeless in a way, as I am trapped in a body that no longer feels like a true home to me -- it is one that does not match the spirit and energy of my soul.

Several years ago, I had the unfortunate experience of seeing a doctor who, upon hearing I had CFS, immediately responded "I don't do CFS. I don't believe in it, I don't treat it, and I don't do disability forms for it." She then wrote down "major depression" on my chart -- without asking me one single question about my symptoms, my medical history or my beliefs. When I told her I wasn't depressed, she simply replied "I don't believe you." This happened in the first 5 minutes of entering the room before she even examined me, all merely from my stating I had CFS. It was the first time in my life I had been made almost to feel like a piece of trash. Much like, I suspect, the homeless feel on a regular basis.

Wherever we are in life, whether it is in a good place or bad, we are not defined by our circumstance. Life can change in an instant, even when you're doing all the right things, and all that you once had, all the things you once thought defined you, can suddenly be gone. And when you find yourself faced with such incredible obstacles, all you can do is give your best and try to face each day with courage, optimism, hope and some grace. But no matter who you are or where you are, each and every one of us has the undeniable right to be treated with kindness, respect, dignity, and above all, humanity.
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