Monday, March 9, 2009

WHO IS Diana Dennis... and why is she writing terrible things?

What she witnessed; what she experienced at the shelter

Diana Dennis was a resident of Community Women's Shelter for approximately 7 months in 2005. Other residents and a few of the staff members (only the ones with compassion) confided in her and she personally observed and noted various civil rights violations against the women who were sheltered there.

Diana Dennis reported her observations to Brian Davis, Executive Director of the Northeast Ohio Coalition for the Homeless who encouraged her to write commentaries about the conditions at the shelter for NEOCH's street newspaper "The Homeless Grapevine".

A Fly on the Wall, a four-part series of published commentary writings by Diana Dennis was about many of her own and other residents' experiences at the shelter.

In writing about her own personal experiences, Diana wrote in the third person for fear of retaliation, something many of the women at the shelter also feared. Often, she did not write about things that only she had witnessed. Some of what staff members told her were not published either - to protect them as well.

Only the first part of the A Fly on the Wall series is posted online in "The Homeless Grapevine" archives. The rest of the series was removed from the archives as part of an agreement in negotiating corrective resolutions between NEOCH and the shelter provider.

One of my duties as a volunteer at the Northeast Ohio Coalition for the Homeless, was to archive past issues of "The Homeless Grapevine". Because of having archived many of the past issues, I found a copy of Diana Dennis' draft of the fourth installment of the A Fly on the Wall series.

Due to the agreement between NEOCH and the shelter provider, I have taken the liberty to omit the name of the Executive Director of the agency that ran Community Women's Shelter.

To read Part One of the A Fly on the Wall series click here.

The following is the rough draft from Part Four of A Fly on the Wall. Diana's personal experiences are in bold italic.

A Fly on the Wall - Final in a series of four commentaries by Diana Dennis. Written December 2005.
Blustery weather with frigid temperatures and wind chill factors of minus 1 degree have beset the City of Cleveland. Nonetheless, the women and children who reside at Community Women's Shelter on Payne Avenue go unprotected from the brutal cold.

Supper is served between 5:30 and 6:30 p.m. Monday through Friday with weekend serving time beginning at 6 p.m. After dinner is served, residents volunteer to clean up after the meal by stacking chairs, wiping down the tables and mopping the floors. The sooner these tasks of cleaning are accomplished, the sooner the residents can re-enter the Community Room dining area to wait for the rooms to be opened at 7 p.m.

Because of the size of the facility, the residents (women and sometimes children) have no other place to stand and wait other than a narrow hallway leading back past the bathroom in Building #1, the small entrance foyer or the outside of the building. Not all residents can fit in the small contained areas and many have to stand outside in the elements-whether it be in rain, hail, thunderstorms with lightning or a blizzard with deadly cold temperature.

Community Women's Shelter is NOT a safe haven for children and if a parent willfully exposed a child to the elements, the parent would likely be charged with child endangerment. In this case, the shelter is negligent by standing firm on its policy of not permitting residents to go to their rooms early as protection for the inclement weather. Common sense or a kind heart doesn't prevail over policy.

Many of the residents (myself included) now suffer from bronchitis and use inhalers to aid in breathing. In speaking with residents who have since left CWS and presently have found housing, the symptoms of respiratory distress left within several days of being away fromthe shelter. Most of us did not have breathing problems prior to entering the shelter.

Most of the time, the temperatures in the dormitory areas are inconsistant with the weather conditions outside. Air conditioning runs when the outside temperature drops into the 40s and the heat runs when the temperature exceeds 70 degrees.

Many women in Building #2 (above Care Alliance) suffer from high blood pressure, respiratory conditions such as asthma and heart conditions. Three rooms in this building lack windows and these women suffer as a result of lack of means to properly ventilate their rooms when the thermostat reading is 83 degrees and the furnace is running. Some have been sent to the ER by ambulance or hospitalized as a result.

Residents do not have enough blankets to keep warm.

Linen (two wash cloths, two towels, two blankets, two sheets and one pillow case are assigned to each resident once a week during linen exchange. The blankets are very thin (summer blankets) and offer very little warmth when the temperature in the dorms falls below 60 degrees, which is often the case.

Policy once again dictates. No personal blankets. Although some women do have their own personal blankets (many of them learned to crochet while at the shelter), some of the women (myself included) had their personal belongings thrown out during a sweep by staff in November.

Many residents returned to their rooms at 7 p.m. only to find clothing, personal bed linen and even important documents gone from their sleeping quarters and thrown into the dumpster. Some residents filed police reports of theft against the shelter. Others tried retrieving their belongings from the dumpster only to be threatened with arrest. A group of women filed grievances and met with the Client Rights Officer, all to no avail.

One woman. who has since left the shelter, was able to get her important documents retrieved by the second-shift program director only to later be threatened by the same manager for bragging to others that she got her paperwork back. The shelter resident was told by the program manager that, because she (supposedly) bragged, she (the manager) would be watching her closely and she (the resident) better not slip up or she would be put out of the shelter.

Various threats of arrests continue at CWS; two instances involved residents in Building #2.

One resident in Building #2 was falsely accused of stealing another resident's socks and was threatened with arrest. She later was apologized to by staff which offered her little solace form the embarrassment and emotional trauma she was put through.

Another woman was having breathing problems due to the excessive temperature from the heat. The thermostat reading was 83 degrees. Because her bunk was beside the baseboard heater causing the bunk to act as a conductor, making the temperature seem higher, she requested to go outside for fresh air.

The male coordinator, working the night shift came out of the main building (#1), ordering her into the Community Room rather than allowing her to return to her room. He did not believe her explanation that she had permission to be outside due to the heat and its affect on her blood pressure.

While trying to explain to the night security officer why she was outside and that now she needed to go to the ER, the security officer accused her of lying and ordered her into the Community Room. An ambulance was called for the resident and hospital records prove that she was put in further distress from the anxiety of this incident-from which she received NO APOLOGY.

The three paragraphs above are about Diana Dennis' personal experience.

So who was Diana Dennis?

I was Diana Dennis and I will go into complete detail about my experience at Community Women's Shelter in a later post.







Sunday, March 8, 2009

While kids say the darnest things what the adults say is (definitely) dumb (er) (est)

Here are a few things that have been said to me regarding homelessness:

The misconception - the visual didn't fit the stereotypical:
While I was homeless, I was standing outside of Jacobs Field when some nice gentleman offered me an extra ticket to that night's game for free. At the time there was a ban on bringing umbrellas into the ballpark and the possibility for rain was eminent. When entering the gate, anyone entering the ballpark with an umbrella had to take the umbrella and put it in a barrel where it could be retrieved upon leaving.

When I entered the ballpark, I was shown where to leave my umbrella. Because there was no tagging system set up, I expressed my concern about getting my umbrella back after the game.
I told the attendant that I was homeless and I could not afford another umbrella.

"You don't look homeless," he said.

Why? Because I was wearing a nice sweater, new jeans, Reeboks and makeup. Oh, yes! I had a purse that contained a wallet, hairbrush and lipstick.

"Get off your lazy a** and get a job!"
Gary and I were both homeless when we met.

I became homeless due to disability. Gary was an unemployed union carpenter who had his livelihood taken away when his van containing his tools was stolen. He cut back from comprehensive to liability coverage. Homelessness soon followed.

So Gary worked selling hot dogs on Public Square and later accepting assignments through a temp agency.

When Katrina hit Florida, Gary and I saw an opportunity to leave Cleveland and to head south. There were carpentry jobs in Florida. Homes needed repairs, restored and rebuilt. Maybe, once we got down there, maybe someone (like an employer) could deduct the cost of tools out of Gary's paycheck.

Catholic Charities was willing to help us with bus fare to Florida so I called my cousin in Ft. Lauderdale to ask him if he could put us up for two weeks; even if it was in his garage.

Then I told him that we were homeless. And his reply was...

You've lost your right to choose...
That's exactly what happens when you become homeless.

Remember your last move? You checked out the neighborhood; the schools, travel time to and from work, where to shop. Oh, must find out what the neighbors are because that (you think) will affect your property and resale values of your home.

Well folks, homeless shelters aren't located in nice suburban neighborhoods. The person in the next bunk might just be a convicted sex offender just released from prison or a schizophrenic who lacks their medication.

So, when I told a cousin that I planned on going to the homeless shelters in Steubenville to research homelessness for a story that I was going to write on homeless in small towns and rural areas she said, "You shouldn't do that, they (shelters) are in bad neighborhoods".

WELL, DUH -like I didn't know!

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Photo: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Photo by Cynthia Miller - 2007
3631 Perkins Ave. - Cleveland, Ohio


It was 68 degrees Friday. Think Spring!

Don't forget to turn your clocks ahead this weekend.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Visits by extraterrestrials...

...if you're asleep, is there still that sucking noise?

My sleep has been totally screwed up my entire life. That's why I chose to work midnight shift - I had great difficulty functioning at a day job.

I struggled to sleep at night; fell asleep a lot in class in high school (although I was never caught). I can no longer enjoy going to a movie theater because I fall asleep, staying awake at meetings, lectures, etc. is virtually impossible. Baseball games? I'm walking around at the top of the innings; watching the game in my paid seating at the bottom of the inning when the Indians come to bat.

I fell asleep at work a lot at my last job; standing, while cutting film with X-acto knife or razor blade in hand. Happened after they had moved me to day shift. That's when the 'fit hit the shan'!

I suffer from short term memory loss. I remember a lot of things from when I was 6 months old - being baptized, the taking of the group picture at the Miller Family Reunion in 1956. I remember being potty trained, watching the first-run televised original "Mickey Mouse Club" from my playpen (how in love I was with Cubby O'Brien), the day my dad tried to sneak it out of the house to throw it away (how I carried on!).

I remember events in my friends lives that they don't remember.

But don't come up to me on the street or at a class reunion and say, "Cindy, do you remember me?"

Just give me a few minutes (or twenty) until the electrical transmitters in my brain spark. The circuitry doesn't work too well - sometimes it shorts out.

Often, mentally focusing on any task is problematic whether it be housework, writing a check, talking on the telephone, reading, comprehending, concentrating. If the phone rings while I am cooking it disrupts my thinking.

Something shorts out in my frontal lobe. It's as if someone has a remote in hand, changing the channels but it's all going on in my brain; not the TV. And that humming noise is such a distraction.

Something strange was going on one night while at work in Michigan. A very simple task I had to do that's too technical to explain to anyone who doesn't know prepress. An apprentice could have done it without any problem; for me, a journeyman, it was cake. But let's say I made a major mistake while compositing two films into one film. I checked it, saw the mistake I made and tried to correct it. All I had to do is combine 16 films into 8 films. I wasted 16 pieces of film and 5 hours on what should have taken me two hours at the most. I saw the mistake, knew what I did wrong but my brain and actions were like a broken record; skipping, repeating.

Years later, I lost my ability to read, to distinguish color, became dyslexic, lost my hand-eye coordination - yadda, yadda, yadda.

Some days I can wake up and feel fully rested and capable of thinking. Some days I do nothing,; talk to no one other than Goldie or Gary.

Fibromyalgia and Chronic Fatigue syndromes are what I have and both conditions have no clear test marker (just adnormalities) making both conditions difficult to diagnose or to even prove, especially when winning a claim for disability. I have seven abnormal sleep studies. In some, I never hit REM sleep; in others I was in REM stage for less than 15 seconds.

So keeping in mind that there is no cell (like cancer) or any other defined marker has caused me to wonder if possibly(?), sometime in the middle of the night, I am being visited by Greys, Nordics, Reptilians or any number of interplanetary beings. After all there are many well documented encounters-some sightings by law enforcement, some by airline pilots, some by astronauts.

I even saw a triangle in the sky hovering over a corn field near Columbiana, Ohio in 1978, back in the day when Ohio state Rt. 11 was a hot bed for UFO activity from Columbiana all the way to Astabula.

There was even a multiple witness sighting of a craft between my hometown of Toronto and Stratton in October of 2008! Could they possibly know I left Cuyahoga County? Are they looking for me?

The Vatican even believes in ET while many in the medical community dispute the existence of Fibromyalgia or Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (because of the complexity of both conditions, they don't want to acknowledge what they don't know about both -a cop out).

I had an MRI at the Cleveland Clinic. The neurologist said there was something unusual on the MRI.

So, the next time you see me and I seem disoriented - in a fog - unable to concentrate, ask me if my ear hurts. I think that's where they insert the straw. Could that MRI possibly offer validation?



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Top photo: HEY THERE! HI THERE! HO THERE!- It's Cubby O'Brien. WHY? Because I like him!
Second photo: IT'S WHAT'S FOR DINNER
- Scene from Twilight Zone
episode "To Serve Man".
Third photo: PROBED FOR TENDERNESS - Abductees Barney and Betty Hill

Sometimes ya just have to make light of your own situation!