She was unprepared: One woolen blanket was wrapped around her shoulders. The other one was spread out so she did not have to sit directly on the ivy and weeds crawling across the hillside. A nylon sheet was rumpled by her side. Behind her was a pushcart that held a thin roll of garbage bags and a small empty cardboard box. There was no tent or sleeping bag. Though there were other people higher on the hillside, there was no one within earshot.
Most of the pages in her notebook were blank. The pen ink was bright turquoise; her penmanship was small and neat.
Small metal studs adorned her ears and a chunky chain was around her slender neck. Her hair was dyed an unnatural color and showed no signs of fading. The only hints that revealed that was not brand new to the hillside were the dust on her fashionable sneakers and the dirt that was collecting underneath her short fingernails. She also said that her phone had run out of charge.
She is not yet 20 years old.
I don’t expect that they are still alive, though I still think of them even when I’m not visiting New York City.
I met her when she was in her mid-60s. She never told us where she slept, though we reliably found her at the ferry terminal. Her fingers moved the needle and thread with ease to close the hole in her sock. She kept spools of thread in a plastic container that sat on the bundle of clothes she packed into her pushcart. Despite our best efforts for over two years, she never accepted housing: “The aliens will exterminate me if I go inside.”
I met him when he was in his 70s, or so we thought. No one knew his birthdate; he never shared this information. He buried himself between mounds of full trashbags or folded himself into cardboard boxes lining the curb. On the few occasions he spoke, the thinness of his voice—sometimes so faint that it seemed that only wisps of his speech reached my ears—betrayed his age.
Back here in Seattle, as elsewhere, there are people in their 70s and 80s who live outside or in shelters.
People under the age of 25 who are on their own and homeless are called “unaccompanied youth”. They are “considered vulnerable due to their age”. These unaccompanied youth make up about 5% of the homeless population in the US.
As the US population ages, people who are homeless are also aging. A study of homeless people in California found that 47% of all homeless adults are 50 years of age or older. Even more alarming, nearly half of all homeless people over 50 years of age first became homeless after they turned 50 years old!
Why do we consider “extremes” of age (though being in your late teens or your 70s is not actually “extreme”) as a factor that contributes to vulnerability when homeless? If you’re a 51 year-old man and you don’t know where you’re going to sleep tonight, doesn’t the variable of not knowing where you’re going to sleep tonight automatically make you vulnerable? Sure, you may have the size and mass to successfully defend yourself if someone attacks you or the ability to endure nighttime temperatures, but is that really where we’ve set the bar for vulnerability?
Maria Yang, MD 