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, 17 April 2014

Maundy Thursday evening

Good evening,

There is communion in an hour.

I am sitting in bed, wearing my neck collar.
I was trying to fill in a DLA re-assessment form but I can't focus.

I haven't written anything for a few days and I don't feel much like writing.

I remember in 2010, how I asked Jane Fisher if she would help me refer to the hospital because I was exhausted and broken down, isn't it funny how the Korris report claims I was refusing assessment and diagnosis at the time?  Not really funny, but I have been tempted to ask the diocese again, because as a result of their bonkers antics last year, I got sick and never recovered, I can't see a doctor without feeling at risk, and I can't relate to people even as well as I used to, I am burned out and exhausted and in pain, and I want the Diocese to stop being a threat through tracing me and reports, and if they would help witha referral for real help, not the NSPCC, then I would appreciate it, not a referral behind my back or a sectioning attempt, from which I have never recovered, but a referral for help.

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