It has been four years since Dennis (36) could call somewhere home, but today I'm invited to his housewarming and we're having coffee at the wooden table he picked out a few weeks ago. He doesn’t have a bed yet, so for the time being he sleeps on the floor in his Sheltersuit.
He was sitting outside on a bench when Bob first offered him that Sheltersuit.
“I had just been clean for three months and ended up in a shelter with a lot of drug use. It lasted two weeks and then I started using again. But it’s never other people’s fault, I’ve learned that. I decided I’d rather sleep outside, by myself. At that time there were no available beds in other shelters, everything was full. After eight weeks non-stop on the streets, I really wasn’t doing well.” - Dennis