When Jill first came to Our Place, she was in a virtual meltdown. Several years earlier, Jill had lost her job as a dietary aid at a long term care home when it was privatized. To make matters worse, she was forced to move from her home because a man who had stalked and assaulted her was released from prison after serving only four months. She was afraid. The story of what happened in court is recalled in her published poem, “Don’t Judge”:
A violent offender is free to roam
And I was forced to leave my home.
I’m told to be “vigilant and aware”
“Play it safe – he’s out there somewhere”
When her Employment Insurance ran out, she found herself homeless. “The first night was spent in the rain on the streets. I started to get into the drugs after that, doing coke and…I spiraled even more downwards by getting on the [heroin] needle.”
A friend eventually nursed her off the heroin, and, as Jill puts it, “saved my life.” They became a couple and came to Victoria in the summer 2005. While this was an improvement, Jill was still troubled.
Our Place first met Jill after she had a meltdown at a women’s shelter. By her own account she “flipped out and was in a rage and screaming in the street.” Our Place helped Jill obtain financial support and then housing through the Victoria Human Exchange Society. She obtained a job at Our Place stuffing envelopes, running errands and cleaning offices.
Jill has now been safely housed for three years. She still takes time to volunteer at Our Place in hygiene area each week, and is a competent, reliable, and enthusiastic member of the extended Our Place family.
Jill wrote a book of poetry, which she read for the first time at a fundraiser for Our Place. Immediately following her reading of “Don’t Judge,” she had an order for 500 copies and an invitation to speak to a creative writing class at the University of Victoria.