I'm lost, suffocating in poverty, and I have a disability that is the primary cause of that. My credit is so bad I can't even get a cell phone contract. I work incredibly hard and I am incredibly skilled. But what I can't do is shake hands and make eye contact all day. And because of that I've been homeless more than a few times.
Mine has become a neighborhood of excess and ease while I have sunk into poverty. Here I am, the owner of a shop in the epicenter of the baby universe, and I can't make my rent. I just want people to know how some of us are hiding in plain sight, serving you with a smile while our gut lurches with hunger and anxiety.