“As a homeless student, icebreakers were always tough for me.  If my classmates asked about my family or tried to organize sleepovers, I couldn’t tell them that me and my younger sister didn’t have a place to live.  I was afraid that if they knew, they would take her away from me…

As someone with learning disabilities, my sister depended on me to protect her from our mother, who was often so enraged by my sister’s behavioral problems that she became violent and abusive.  We moved around a lot too, often because we were evicted.”

None of My Teachers Knew I Was Homeless. They Should Have. | Huffington Post