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.
Monday, 12 March 2012
I forgot to say that last night a drug-crazed immigrant came after me, I refrained from clouting him and went into a restaurant instead and the immigrant threw himself at the doors, growling, the waiter went and had a word with him, he went away, when I continued my journey the immigrant was hugging a lamp post for dear life and hurling insults at people, then he let go and went over to a wall and started smashing his phone against it, hilarious, I could have knocked him out but I can't risk police trouble, not even to defend myself.
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