I wake up at 7.55 am, I get up and go to the market toilets and then to see my market friends who get me tea and toast, then I go to the daycentre to have a shower and to give my hair the thorough wash out that it needs after being cut yesterday.
I go to register with the dentist round the corner and I go to get my NHS number for them from the doctor and make an appointment with the nurse for this afternoon, I go back to the dentist and they offer me an appointment on November 4th, I hesitantly ask if they have any appointments sooner, they offer me an appointment tomorrow. I need a dentist to make me a mouthguard as I grind my teeth in my sleep and that has already broken a tooth.
I go back to the daycentre for a donut and coffee, then i go in the library and to the other daycentre, in the other daycentre there is a man who says he thinks he recognizes me, I say I don't recognise him, and I ask him if he has been to the protest site, he says no and asks about it, I encourage him to support the protest, why? because I get to keep the tent and the food and drink if the protest continues, no, actually it isn't just about what I can get, I think the protesters are very brave and forward looking.
I seem to be making new friends all the time at the moment, I don't know why, are people friendlier here? is it because it is a different place? the church aren't influencing things? I don't know, I only know I am tired and no amount of friends will take away the screaming injustice that troubled me in the early hours and troubles me now, it festers, I want someone to hear me, but no-one hears me.
I went back and rested in the tent and had food and tea, now I am back in the library.
A survivor of Church abuse and cover ups goes on battling for her voice to be heard. A daily account of life after the Diocese of Winchester destroyed her and the slow and painful steps to rebuilding a life.
Introduction
This is a merge of my 'Wanderer' blog that tells of two years of my three years on the streets, and a new blog that tells of my life after the Diocese of Winchester ripped through my life for for the last few years on top of the previous serious harm that left me homeless
This is a day to day blog of my life as I continue to survive, work on recovery and on the social problems that I have and try to come to terms with limitless traumas I have survived along the way.
This blog is in tandem with my blog about my experiences in the Church of England http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/
The former name of this blog and the name of it's sister blog are to do with my sense of humour, which I hope to keep to the end, which appears to be ever more rapidly approaching. At least I laughed, and I laughed at the people who were destroying me. Don't forget that.
The former name of this blog and the name of it's sister blog are to do with my sense of humour, which I hope to keep to the end, which appears to be ever more rapidly approaching. At least I laughed, and I laughed at the people who were destroying me. Don't forget that.
Here are my books, which I wrote for you if you would like to know more: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/JJNP
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