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

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:

Saturday, 12 November 2011

Hello, I am about to start writing about the worst years of my life.
I am anxious because the police just came in here with one of the protesters.

A question I missed out of the previous lot of questions:

Why if the sexual abuse was so mild did it upset me so much?

Sexual abuse is sexual abuse, thats what a leading survivors charity told me, the minute someone touches someone inappropriately and under the wrong circumstances, they are abusing them. It doesn't matter how mild the abuse was, it had an impact, because I was trusting those people and I was vulnerable, the impact of the denials and the way I was treated because of the abuse and speaking up will last forever, huge wounds that you cannot bandage or heal. The men who abused me knew what they were doing and they were in positions of authority and trust, they shouldn't have been enjoying themselves at my expense. And the way the church have treated me because of the abuse makes it all a thousand times worse.

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