non-essential but helpful reading 3

http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/choose-between-college-and-fighting.html#.U3kgWdJdXJk

http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/good-morning.html#.U3s1mNJdXJk

http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/11/good-afternoon.html#.U3s2UtJdXJk

How to make yourselves look good through abuse victims -for the church of england

After your spectacular failure to impress anyone, especially church abuse victims in your recent use of us in the press, I have a suggestion, which would be well within the very skewed ethics of the church of england.

Why don’t you create and groom an ‘abuse victim’ to sing your praises and harp on about how the church of england has looked after them so well since the abuse and they forgive the church and all is puppies and flowers.
You will never get a real victim to do that, as you treat abuse victims appallingly even while doing your show for the press. So pay someone to do it, that would be well within the church of england’s ethics, it would not sit on your consciences or be wrong in your eyes, after all, you can say your lines on Sunday and God forgives you.

Wednesday, 16 October 2013

I wonder if Jane Fisher realised in 2008 as she blatantly covered up at my expense and traumatized me, that in the end this would not stay covered up, not with all her efforts to use the Korris report and press as a ‘wonderful boast’ rather than an exposure of wrongdoing including her own.
The wonderful boast went wrong in my opinion, no one looks at the tiny articles on the diocesan website that boast at my expense and try to make diocesan safeguarding great when it isn’t, and no-one believes that what has been done is great, it is a massive shambles.

Essential Reading 3 vital 2nd link

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world/europe/jersey/

http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/you-are-not-going-to-like-me-posting.html#.U3kibtJdXJk

http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/apparently-dame-heather-steel-is.html#.U3ki_dJdXJk

http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/this-was-my-complaint-against-diocese.html#.U3kf0tJdXJk

http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/open-letter-to-jersey-deanery.html#.U3kgMtJdXJk

http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/dame-heather-steel-extract-from-bobs.html#.U3khd9JdXJk

http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/musings.html#.U3kiEdJdXJk

New re-post  http://thinkingoutlouddotme1.wordpress.com/2014/05/09/korris-report-jersey-child-abuse-and-the-church-hgs-story/

Old posts, helpful but non-essential reading 2

http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/the-anniversary-of-jane-fishers.html#.U3kXIdJdXJk

http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/the-great-anniversary-of-my-death-at.html#.U3kXvNJdXJk

11/10/2013
The Church of England’s investigations, which miss the point, don’t investigate my side of things or my complaints, are on a course to seriously harm me once again, thus I am launching OUR INVESTIGATION:

This consists of me answering questions from any blog readers, any reasonable questions, you can send them via email or via the comment form.
I am not bothered if Jonny the troll sends any, I will have a good laugh 🙂

the email address is: iamtherealhg@gmail.com

***

I have been asked what I want.

That is a good question, especially as I have flu and my energy has run out, but I will make a start.
I am interested to see the jump in the blog stats this evening too.

Well I can’t really have what I want, my life and good character and everything that was ripped from me restored. Which is what I would want.
So what else could I want?

First and foremost to see Jane Fisher removed from working with vulnerable people and disciplined.

For my side to be heard.

For Dame Heather Steel to be removed and for her friend Philip Bailhache to lose his dictatorship so that there can be justice in Jersey in the real sense of the word, especially for abuse survivors.

For people to be made accountable for their wrongs, which is not the same thing as the Diocese of Winchester scapegoating them for publicity or letting them off because of pressure to do so.

I think that is enough for tonight, I am suffering badly with flu deep deep trauma on the anniversary of my death at the hands of the diocese of winchester.

Legal Abuse

This was posted by a reader of one of the Jersey blogs in response, it is very interesting.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Legal_abuse

Essential reading 2

http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/please-allow-me-to-continue-telling-you.html

http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/written-long-time-ago-as-i-prepared-to.html#.U3kZ49JdXJk

http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/jersey-police.html#.U3kcQ9JdXJk

http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/an-open-letter-to-jane-fisher-micheal.html#.U3kX9NJdXJk

http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/for-jane-fisher.html#.U3ka0dJdXJk

http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/dame-heather-steel.html#.U3kbvtJdXJk

I offer you the blogs being written by the kind Jersey bloggers:

It is particulalry shocking how the wealthy and powerful have forgotten Jesus in their worship of power and use of the church for it.

http://ricosorda.blogspot.co.uk/

http://voiceforchildren.blogspot.co.uk/

http://bobhilljersey.blogspot.co.uk/

And back to my blog:

http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/korris-korrections-kontinued.html#.U3kdHNJdXJk

http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/memories-of-being-homeless-after-jane.html#.U3kcvNJdXJk

Bringing posts from last year to the top of the blog non-essential but helpful reading 1.

http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/bobs-blogs-re-traumatise-me-even-though.html#.U3kUFNJdXJk

http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/ready-to-continue.html#.U3kODNJdXJk

http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/good-morning-well-yesterday-evening-i.html#.U3kQf9JdXJk

http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/church-real-church-not-church-of-england.html#.U3kRk9JdXJk

http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/lets-talk-about-flu.html#.U3kVL9JdXJk

05/10/2013
Well, angry rumblings are certainly coming from the church and the police.
Since I am not reading the angry rumblings, but am surprisingly getting emails from all quarters, I will take a guess.
Dame Steel, colleague and friend of Bailhache, Falle and others in Jersey’s magic circle/political clique, is about to launch her attack on me and clear the wrongdoers.
Why bother, Steel, what is the point of this to me? It is in the past for me.

Saturday, 5 October 2013

yesses and no’s

• no, the police, the church of england and anyone connected with them are not to contact me.
• yes I will go mad every time they do.
• no, there is no genuine inquiry into my complaints
• yes the diocese and their ‘enquiries’ are a lie.

In the end of my days in Winchester before I was driven out by Jane Fisher, I phoned the diocese many times and asked for Jane Fisher to be withdrawn from my life.

This was used against me by Jane Fisher and claimed to be harrassment.

How ridiculous is it that she was able to go on and on harming me behind my back and without my permission and yet she got me done for protesting.

And yet, the police treated me as mad and refused my complaint against her!

This is how this whole thing has been. One-sided, I have been treated as mad and bad and branded, while Fisher remains free to destroy vulnerable people.

06/10/2013

As long as the Diocese of Winchester and the Church of England keep jane Fisher working with vulnerable adults after the way she has destroyed me and exonorated herself, they are making it clear, stating it, that they do not care about safeguarding.

I don’t need to add to that. that is a statement.

Monday, 7 October 2013

The stats on the blog are rocketing skywards this morning, but please remember this is only the beginning of a blog that covers 13+ years of hell at the hands of the Diocese of Winchester, culiminating in their fireworks display of an attack on my life and character this year. Stay tuned.

here’s one way of looking at it, the Diocese of Winchester launched on me aggressively, violated my life and humiliated me, they obviously want a fight, and until they are forcibly withdrawn, I will oblige.

10/10/2013
Day four of the flu with a very full weekend coming up, lets hope that Steel and the Diocese do not callously launch their ‘report’ now.

Thursday, 10 October 2013

‘You do not matter’ is the message loud and clear, from the Church of England, ‘You are not relevant, neither are your experiences or feelings or rights, because you are poor, disabled, from a disadvantaged background, you do not matter to us and we not will not protect you from abuse, but we will protect abusers and put their welfare first, as long as they are rich, from a ‘good background’ and ‘fit in’, which you do not’.

Thus speaks the Great Grim Church

Essential reading/old posts 1.

http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/in-march-this-year-my-world-was.html#.U3kJY9JdXJk

http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/traumas-from-last-six-months-exhaustive.html#.U3kJy9JdXJk

http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/what-did-korris-report-miss-out-or.html#.U3kJ79JdXJk

http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/the-silence-from-investigationwhat.html#.U3kPU9JdXJk

http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/email-to-hampshire-constabulary-cc.html#.U3kSF9JdXJk

http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/bob-hills-heather-steel-blog.html#.U3kThdJdXJk

Written 01/10/2013 on this blog:

My last words before I go out to my evening classes and then to struggle with another night on the streets, battling depression and despair and the oppression of Dame Steel’s conflicted enquiry, which is due to be published to damn me and prevent me from returning to Jersey in 10 days time.

Bishop Tim Dakin made his attitude to me clear by threatening me, refusing to communicate through my mediator and allowing the conflicted enquiry to continue.

His only way out of this mess and avoiding my complaint, which is not against Jersey but against Jane Fisher, is to have me damned again, and he will.
If this had ever been a genuine enquiry then I would have been asked if I still had a complaint and who it was against, and also Jane Fisher’s misconduct would have been included in the enquiry and investigated.

She should have been suspended, and at least made to apologize.
As it is, she has got off scott free and I am suffering illness as I wait to be damned.
I bet she is delighted.
I always felt that she would not let me go after having me ruined and condemned again in Sussex, which is why I went on the run and changed my name, and yet the diocese were allowed to use the police who they brutalized me with to trace me and re-launch their harm of me.

So I am waiting to be damned for Fisher and the Bishop, and no matter who I contact and beg for help, I am ignored or treated as mad and bad.
Nothing has changed there, it is exactly as it was when Jane Fisher was ruining me on the streets of Winchester and no matter who I begged for help, I was treated as mad and bad.

Written 02/10/13 on this blog:

I am not writing the blog today as I have too much else going on and I am battling depression and pain.

I am still under horrendous pressure due to it being approximately 9 days until the expected attack on my life by Dame Steel and the Diocese of Winchester.

I guess I live in terror that they will succesfully take my life and freedom from me, and basically I am powerless, helpless and knowing that it will be this way for the rest of my life, the diocese with their wealth and power, own the police, and I, labelled mad and bad, have no voice and no way of preventing the diocese from going on harming me for the rest of my life.

email letter to Archbishop 11/05/2011 – 3 years ago

11/05/2011

Your Lord Grace Archbishop of Canterbury,

I want an answer as to why I am a homeless criminal after your churches failed to protect and then damaged me,

 

why clergy you employ who have done much worse than autistic anger are out there unreprimanded while I am destroyed and everything I struggled to achieve is gone.

 

I have no quality of life and have had to flee Winchester because of the way I was being treated on behalf of the diocese, and because I was terrified every time I saw a police car.

 

why are your clergy not beaten up and thrown in cells for 24 hours and called mad and bad for being unable to cope with a very unfair situation? Is it because you do indeed condone cover ups?  I see from his press article that the Bishop who has overseen my destroyal is on very friendly terms with you. 

But I am asking you to listen to my story because it does not make sense that I am on the streets destroyed while my abusers remain in positions of authority and backed by church leaders such as the Dean of Jersey who said I was not abused, that I was a troublemaker and wicked.

 The Bishop refused to deal with that, and supported the Dean in having me convicted for my anger and distress at his continued involvement. Autistic, regressed and abused, left regressed and severely psychologically damaged, having to deal with the dean who was the abusers friend and tried to close the complaint, having to deal with nothing being done and the abuser going round that small island saying he was cleared and thus having me shunned.

 Having to deal with the damage being done by the two faced dean and the treatment I suffered as a result, and Jane Fisher’s cold denial that any of that was happeneing -her denial and attacks on my character was the second most damaging thing after the Dean’s treatment of me.

 And as a result I collapsed and when Jane continued to intervene I became hysterically distressed, especially as she utterly rubbished me by re-involving the Dean, in her continuing nastiness she told me that she had got her side over to the Bishop  – ie told him that nothing had been wrong with the way the Dean and priests had treated me on behalf of the abuser, and she told me that what I said was irrelevant.

 I told her I would let the Bishop see that text, one of her nasty texts, and again she said she would tell him it was about me refusing to meet with her over the abusers, which it was not and she said that me refusing to meet made everything I said irrelevant.

She allowed (JM) to involve herself and work with the Dean to make me out to be a serial troublemaker who has a pattern of making abuse accusations, but they couldn’t explain about all my friends, most of whom the diocese have taken from me by contacting them, those friends didn’t abuse me and so were not accused of abuse.

 

Your Lord Grace Archbishop,

I want the intervention by Jane Fisher in my life to stop, likewise the Scott-Joynt’s damage of me,

I want something done about what has happened,

and it is my last wish,

I will never be able to rebuild my life,

I did not deliberately build my life on sand foundations,

it was that way since I was born,

I loved God from when I was four years old until recently as the endless destroyal by Wolvsley and Fisher went on,

with them trying so hard to make me out to be mentally ill in order to cover the whole matter.

 

The whole matter has meant that my physical health is deteriorating.

I came into the real world aged 17 and having loved God since I was 4,

I thought that the church was the only safe place where drinking, drugs, smoking and dishonesty and badness would not be,

and the church destroyed me,

utterly.

If I had stayed in the ghetto and joined in with the games there where people have children by each others partners and do unspeakable things and live on benefits and dirty money, then the Bishop and his Dean and Safeguarding officer would not have condemned me as wicked and a criminal.

But instead I went to church and was abused.

 

Now I have a life sentence, or rather a death sentence,

of condemnation and being called insane, despite that being disproved by the mental health services.

I will never come to terms with this,

with being called wicked,

with taking all the blame and being the victim of the diocesan cover up.

 

If you really are unwilling to listen and deal with this matter,

pray for my death.

There is no medicine and no counsellor that can ever take away what this has done to me.

I am destroyed,

and my only prayer to the God who allowed the church to destroy me,

is for my death, soon, before my physical health gets worse,

before I am battered about by Jane Fisher’s police again.

 

There is no threat of suicide in this email.

waiting for death is something all people do eventually,

unless they are killed.

That Christmas 2009

It was heading towards Christmas 2009.
I was suffering and traumatized by the police and the way I was treated in Jersey as a result of the way I had  reported the churchwarden and also Jane Fisher’s nasty and senseless communications which left me in more despair than anything else.

I had made up my mind to commit suicide at Christmas and leave a letter explaining to the haters how badly being regressed to young childhood and abused and then vilified for reporting the abuse had affected me (as if they would care!).

I was very unhappy, the world was dark with no light and no-one to turn to.

But I remember being able to do something that brought light to my world as well as to others, and it is something that I just really wanted to do.

I asked my friend who went into the nursing home several times a week, presumably to teach something?
If she would get me the names of all the residents and if they preferred to be known by first names or more formally – as some older people do.
When she got me the list of names, I did a Christmas card for all 64 or so residents, because I knew that some of them wouldn’t get any other cards.
I am very shy of people, afraid of people, but I know that each human being is valuable and matters, no matter what their age or state of health.

But the response to my cards surprised me, not only the residents greeting me by name and smiling and waving when I walked past, but also their families and visitors, and I received a number of cards in reply, everyone was so nice! And from that, I ended up in regular conversation with a number of people, and this led to my confidence and conversation building remarkably.

That Christmas, within the weeks up to Christmas, as I searched the internet looking at the most effective methods of suicide, I came across Maytree Sanctuary for the suicidal, and applied to go there, within the week before Christmas, I completed my self-referral to Maytree and went there for Christmas.

My journey to Maytree was disasterous, this is when the heavy snow was falling, and it looked like the plane wouldn’t even leave Jersey, but it did, and when we landed at Gatwick, our plane had a good old scary skid along the runway!
Arriving at Gatwick in the heavy snow, trying to get the coach looked impossible as snow was affecting the coaches and there were no announcements and no-one could adequately explain what was going on, but thankfully I eventually got a coach, my phone was on a Jersey sim and hardly worked in the UK so I could not let Maytree know what was going on as it took hours and hours to get to London and to Maytree, I ended up in tears in a phone box trying to explain to Maytree and then eventually got to them, very upset.

I think I was tired and it was late when I got there and they made sure I had a hot drink and food before bed.

The stay there was generally pleasant, and I had my own room with ensuite, and no-one was supposed to come into my room unless they were concerned for my safety but one volunteer barged in anyway.

One of the ways Maytree helps people is through talking, and we talked a lot, there were a number of volunteers at Maytree and so I met a lot of people, but the one I found easiest to talk to was retired tube driver called R.

I came downstairs and the kitchen smelled of frying breakfast and Richard was there with the garden doors open, frying breakfast, he was great to talk to and we talked a lot, he told me about his late wife who was a beautiful Indian lady, he fell in love with her the minute he saw her, but she never wanted flowers, because she was a mechanic, she always wanted new spanners and tools 🙂

Maytree was great, we went looking for a turkey on Christmas eve, but they were sold out so we got a duckling, not a duck but a duckling! 🙂 I feel bad about having eaten one of those little fluffy yellow beeping things. But I have a feeling it was a rather grown up duckling. Them beeping yellow things are too small to have the meat on them that the ‘duckling’ we cooked did.

It was good to have Christmas, if I had stayed in Jersey I would have had no Christmas and I would have been dead.
And, looking at what happened in the following year, maybe death would have been better, although I would have missed out on my awesome experience of sleeping rough if I had died.
(and I still believe this church matter may kill me yet).

So time at Maytree was spend relaxing, talking, enjoying good food and drink and lots of Christmas cake, it was all good.
I went for walks, and was surprised that there in the dirty, dog-messy streets, everyone said ‘good morning’ and ‘Happy Christmas’, I went into a Catholic church one day and lit candles, asked Philip LeClaire what the difference between the red and blue candles was and got no response.
But there was a notice in church that eternally amused me.
It read:

‘Please note, the heating is off due to a leek in the pipes’

I couldn’t help wondering how the leek got there and why they couldn’t fish it out 🙂

Anyway, on Christmas Day, I went to the morning service at a local Church of England/Charismatic church, a pretty young lady from Maytree came with me, it was incredibly funny how, after the service, all the Charismatic men came up to us and started chatting with her and ignoring me, she was not a Christian but had offered to accompany me for support and safety. The men really liked chatting to her, they hardly said hello to me! 🙂
I wrote an amused letter to the church and told them I had enjoyed the service and been amused by the men’s keenness on my companion, they wrote a friendly letter in reply, saying I was always welcome to drop in.
One of the lovely parts of the service was when they let a net of balloons down from the roof, the children ran riot!

Anyway, before I left Maytree, the person in charge met with me and talked with me about my strengths and plans for the future, I found that empowering, but lost the letter when I had to leave Jersey, and Maytree wouldn’t let me have another copy.

The problem with Maytree, excellent as they were, the communication wasn’t good, and before I went, a woman tried to get me to fill in a questionaire that even she didn’t understand, and it included asking me if I was an abuser, apparently, but she didn’t know or wasn’t clear what the questions meant and I was left very upset. She then said that it didn’t matter anyway and I didn’t need to fill it in. That was awful, it was intrusive and distressing and undid some of the good by stressing me.

I left Maytree and sadly, walked into terrible football crowds on the underground and was trapped and panicked.
Thankfully a member of tube staff rescued me and got me back to Central London, and I headed for Hampshire to my friends (who the diocese have since taken from me).

I arrived back in Jersey feeling refreshed and determined to move forward positively, Jane Fisher had temporarily shut up, or so it seemed, as I had written to Scott-Joynt just before Christmas, as I expected to be dead in the new year and wanted him to know that Fisher had been bullying me and making life hell.
The Korris report claims Scott-Joynt wrote to me, he did not, he didn’t have my address, of course at that stage I wasn’t going to tell anyone in the Church where I lived, life was hell enough in the community because I was shunned.

So I resumed life and was surprised by the curate who had been so rude and snappy before Christmas -when her cousin comitted suicide.
She really wanted to be in contact and see me, I was surprised, so I took her a load of firewood logs.

I had no idea that we were at the start of Jane Fisher using her further to harm me.
One of Fisher’s greatest triumphs against me was the way she wrecked a safe and healing relationship and used that curate against me in the most terrible and damaging way and also brought the dean into it, again, as she continued to do, leaving me with no safe and private church relationships and help, it is a deep wound.

So this was 2010 now, the beginning of the end as I continued to be damaged by the church of england.

Anything and everything

I wrote this on the day to day blog, but I thought it would be relevant on here.

Good morning,

Well I slept and I dreamed that Fisher had me flung in prison again, Stuart Syvret was in the prison and we were resigned to the fact that the wrongdoers would keep putting us away rather than taking responsibility for themselves.
I woke up into flashbacks of Fisher’s malice and deceit, especially in Sussex, not good, the cold horror of it, and the fact she would happily wipe out my new life, put me away and do a report like Korris that pretends it is all someone else and violate me bysending some airheaded idiot of a chaplain to violate me when I ask for a real chaplain like I did in LaMoye, where I specifically asked for a Mathodist or Catholic Chaplain and instead, Fisher was able to override that and send some airhead CofE idiot who SHE wanted to see me. How absolutely sick.

I can never really recover from Fisher, and she is free to continue to violate and injure me despite my complaints.

****

Someone asked again recently if the diocese were in any way involved in housing me!
NO!
The violations and interferences and slanders of me by Jane Fisher and Michael Scott-Joynt led to me being long term homeless and on the run because they kept setting the police on me in response to my response to their violations and interferences.
It still sickens me, it was like being raped when they kept violating me.
If the diocese were in any way involved in my life, I would flee.
I still feel at risk from them and my life is limited by that, I am a refugee.
Why would I ever let my destroyers be involved when they have the power to turn a whole community against me, as they did? I remain anguished and psychologically injured by that.

Lets be honest about Jersey

It was lovely to meet with a Jerseyman recently and talk about the people and places we know.
It was also traumatic.
My visits to Jersey or Winchester are traumatic, and so for the moment I do not make those visits, however, I have been taught by a psychologist, that it will be better for me, eventually to visit those places enough to make my peace with them, part of the healing process.

Lets be honest about Jersey, it is a small island, and even a member of the clergy there said that if you make the wrong enemies there, it can make life hell for you.
And I guess for a real Jersey born person, it can be hell because you can’t escape it.

I am lucky in that, even though the way I ‘escaped’ was very wrong and the way I was treated was very wrong, and I escaped into the hands of Jane Fisher and Scott-Joynt, who thought I hadn’t been destroyed enough and did the same again, violating my whole life, privacy and human rights and removing all my friendships and branding me, and setting the police on me for my reaction, I did escape, and currently free from the Diocese in some ways, I have rebuilt my life, although I am deemed unfit to work even in supported employment now, I have some quality of life, although the record will ensure I always live a half-life and will always be waiting for death.

Anyway, I escaped Jersey, where poor and vulnerable people are treated as if they have no rights.
And I was going to start blogging at this point about the Jersey system and who is who in church, states and judiciary, but I am getting tired already and will actually contiue this post by editing it later, but will publish it now.

Jersey is small and not governed well, it can seem just fine to holiday makers and visitors, and it is very popular for ‘booze cruisers’, but it is a harsh place to live if you are poor, and I didn’t meet any contented rich people there, interestingly, I met rich people who said they wished they were dead, who were bitter and burned out and unhappy and treated the poor badly. It’s such a shame, what’s left of the beauty of the Island is still very beautiful, the beaches and cliffs and reefs, the Ecrehous and all that, beautiful, but it is a crowded and unhappy island, and although I struggle to love the beautiful area where I am, it is better governed and safer and happier than Jersey.

I struggle to love my ‘home’ area because of the way Jersey and Winchester were ripped from me, because I am afraid of the same happening again, and the disasterous way the diocese launched on me last year did affect me horribly in my community, there is no assurance that the same wont happen again.
Those who don’t know, Winchester is my ‘home’ city, that I escaped from my family to when I was 17.
The diocese, to cover their backs, destroyed my life and community in Winchester when I returned there homeless from Jersey.