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:

Thursday, 1 December 2011

In this town there is a strange phenomenon, people don't move out the way or say 'excuse me', they try to walk into you or through you, they see you coming and instead of stepping aside they try their hardest to walk into the place that you are trying to walk, and if you change direction they try to change direction so that they can still collide, or they walk right behind you like a shadow. Why? I don't know, but this town really is like that, in a very extreme way, not paranoia but not ideal for an autistic person who diesn't like unexpected or unsolicited physical contact. Thats my rant for the day. It is cold and cloudy today, raining earlier. I am just writing drafts about the island, not all will be published tonight.

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