I was first assaulted when I was 14. I was at a party in Whitchurch funnily enough (because my tennant is from whitchurch) and someone else my own age gave me a black eye. I told him to go fuck himself when he came into the toilets asking for money. I don't know his name or who he was but it certainly made me think twice about other people's intentions on a night out and I think a lot of other people became aware of that incident and started carrying knives, I didn't.
The next time I was assaulted was when I was 19 in Plymouth on a night out at University by someone called Mr Collins in a nightclub. He has since become a gas enginner as I have come to understand. This really shit me up because it was unprovoked and there was a witness present who was backing him and it freaked me out because I felt so threatened. I actually left Plymouth and my degree and admitted myself to a hospital because I could not rationalize how or why someone was able to fuck up my life so much in a peaceful society.
The next time I was assaulted was in Kidderminster. I used to work as a bar man as part of my therepy to overcome my fear of nightclubs and when I stopped working there I was assaulted and hospitalised three times in succession.
Once by a customer who didn't like me because for whatever reason his girlfriend didn't like me. I had to go to a dentist to have my teeth realigned after that assault. My dentist later commited suicide if anyone is intereasted.
The next was by an Iranian doorman. I was hospitalised on that occasion and taken away in an ambulance because I passed out. That was quite a serious assault and a witness came forward to prosecute but I was in such a mess I never got round to sorting it out.
The next occasion I was assaulted in my local pub by someone I have come to know as Mathew Dighton. I remember this assault because it was particularly violent and brutal. No witnesses came forward on this occasion.
So when people say to me where are you from? I don't really know how to respond because home for me is somewhere safe or a place of sanctuary and I have found this country my entire life to be anything but.
I suppose I would have to call my home Birmingham because I have been living here now for 5 or 6 years but as a place to live it is a disappointment and I think I am more aware that it is a violent place to live but I am a lot more cautious of where I go and who I meet to the extent that living in Birmingham feels like a death sentence. If this is the way my life is to be played out so be it. But it does saden me of course.
A life's history of violence.
ReplyDeleteI was first assaulted when I was 14. I was at a party in Whitchurch funnily enough (because my tennant is from whitchurch) and someone else my own age gave me a black eye. I told him to go fuck himself when he came into the toilets asking for money. I don't know his name or who he was but it certainly made me think twice about other people's intentions on a night out and I think a lot of other people became aware of that incident and started carrying knives, I didn't.
The next time I was assaulted was when I was 19 in Plymouth on a night out at University by someone called Mr Collins in a nightclub. He has since become a gas enginner as I have come to understand. This really shit me up because it was unprovoked and there was a witness present who was backing him and it freaked me out because I felt so threatened. I actually left Plymouth and my degree and admitted myself to a hospital because I could not rationalize how or why someone was able to fuck up my life so much in a peaceful society.
The next time I was assaulted was in Kidderminster. I used to work as a bar man as part of my therepy to overcome my fear of nightclubs and when I stopped working there I was assaulted and hospitalised three times in succession.
Once by a customer who didn't like me because for whatever reason his girlfriend didn't like me. I had to go to a dentist to have my teeth realigned after that assault. My dentist later commited suicide if anyone is intereasted.
The next was by an Iranian doorman. I was hospitalised on that occasion and taken away in an ambulance because I passed out. That was quite a serious assault and a witness came forward to prosecute but I was in such a mess I never got round to sorting it out.
The next occasion I was assaulted in my local pub by someone I have come to know as Mathew Dighton. I remember this assault because it was particularly violent and brutal. No witnesses came forward on this occasion.
So when people say to me where are you from? I don't really know how to respond because home for me is somewhere safe or a place of sanctuary and I have found this country my entire life to be anything but.
I suppose I would have to call my home Birmingham because I have been living here now for 5 or 6 years but as a place to live it is a disappointment and I think I am more aware that it is a violent place to live but I am a lot more cautious of where I go and who I meet to the extent that living in Birmingham feels like a death sentence. If this is the way my life is to be played out so be it. But it does saden me of course.
CUNT. Doesn't deserve a family.
ReplyDeleteThat's the kind of thing Mr Collins would say as he cuts off your mains gas supply.
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