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:

Monday, 27 February 2012

Yesterday afternoon was the usual empty space, I did have enough stickers for tea, stickers are plentiful at the moment, so I had a tea and went to the samaritans, but I got the wrong samaritan again, it was an muddle.

I got there and this samaritan man, he came into the room with me but he wasn't the one who was going to talk to me, it is a small room and he kept moving around too close to me, I have no idea what he was doing or why, and he touched me twice, once on the back almost under my arm, which is too intimate and once on my shoulder. I was getting very wound up, I was I had no idea why he was in the room with me and getting too close if he wasn't going to see me, he tried to get me to sit down but I was not at all comfortable, so I left, the woman who was supposed to be seeing me was faffing around in the hall and had her back to me as I left when I got sick of this wierd man.
But I was rattled by this and went back to ask what was going on, I asked the man who was in charge and he obviously didn't want to tell me that but in the end he did and he also apologized. I didn't stay and talk because there was only him and that woman there.

I went to the shed and changed my socks and deodorised my boots because I smell terribly homeless despite having washed and everything.

Then I walked up to my friend's house, I had supper with her and her neighbour and we watched some television, then I had a bath and it was bed time, I didn't sleep very deeply at first, woke up needing the loo several times and then dreamed terror dreams about everything and woke up having the terrors.

Had boiled egg and toast for breakfast, then I gave my friend a thank you card because a certain other person recently implied I am ungrateful, that certain other person is from the other church and she and I have fallen out :(

Here I am, librarying.
Today is mild and cloudy.

No comments:

Post a Comment