So to continue from the end of school. I passed 7 GCSE's at grade C or above. Plus took 4 others which included 3 grade Ds and a Grade E. I went to College and University. Coming out of the education system at the age of 20. With no drive to use what I have studied, I still find it difficult to get down and code anything, even making simple Access Databases can be a difficult task. The last year of my study was virtually taught by one Lecturer. Who we had complained to the University board about, and were re-assured that it would not happen. I drifted into a dead end warehouse job and carried on drifting through dead jobs.
When I was 19, I met my first love. We spent 2 years together, had countless arguments and good times. We did not live together, and that is possibly why we lasted so long. She was a nice person and introduced me to Heavy Metal. Which I have liked since, and built up quite the CD collection after breaking up with her. After thsis young lady, I started meeting people online and physically met three people over two years from online. Only one of which was in the same country as me, so I flew half way around the world twice to see girls. You can guess that it didnt work out properly, these girls allowed me to develop and try things I liked.
The next girl I met from online was perhaps both the best and worst choice I have ever made in a lover. We lived together for 4 years, she had three children from relationships before I met her. She become the mother of my only daughter two years into our relationship. A lot of events went down in that relationship and we seperated in not nice circumstances. I have changed, done lots of work regarding relationships, since then.
Since October 2006, I have been doing Tech Support. Which has made me feel better about my person, even with the breaks in employment. The work is better than others I have done, with plenty of prospects and better paid.
As one of the comments previously asked, have I spoken to my Biological father since I was 4. Yes I did, once when I was 25. I contacted him, and asked to meet him. It was the first and last time that I will speak to him. At least I know his side, and he seemed to want to bad-mouth my mother more than impress on me that he was a good person.
Saturday, 15 August 2009
Tuesday, 4 August 2009
From the mouth of babes..
I was born in 1978, in the UK. Grew up in a town that was/is and probably always will be made up of White Anglo-Saxon Protestants. Its a middle of the road town, where nothing interesting happened when I was growing up.
As for my childhood, which as you could guess this really should be about. I started off living in on a farm, for just under 3 years. Living with both my birth parents, from what I can tell it was a volatile relationship that was bound to end in disaster. Which it very nearly did, but my father left and possibly within a year of moving from the farm to the town I grew up in. He ran off with the local beat Bobbys wife. For those that do not know, beat Bobby is a Police Foot Patrolman, who would have a certain patch to walk around. I have very few memories of my Father, some of which are possibly not even real. My parents finally got divorced when I was 6, however when I was between 5 and 6, the man that has become my Dad met my Mum. He moved in after the divorce, which was perhaps the best thing to happen to my Mum and me.
As for my friendships before the age of 6, I know of at least six friends I had at that age that moved away. Plus my Mum has always worked, so I was looked after by a minder. Who had two children of her own, a boy and a girl. However they did not live in the same neighbourhood, so seeing them during the week and then returning to my own neighbourhood at the weekends, made things difficult with forming friendships. It should have been better what with having the two neighbourhoods to make friends in, however with having the six friends leave one of the neighbourhoods. It became difficult to make friends in that area and keep them due to the only being able to see them at weekends. Also I would miss out of getting closer to people at the other neighbourhood due to only being there during the week.
However before my Dad moved in, we would spend the weekends at his house. After he moved in, Saturdays would be spent with Mum and I shopping/browsing a city 30 miles away as Dad played sports. Sundays became the day the three of us would travel to my Grandads and we would spend the day there. First it was gardening, then decorating the house and then finally just being there. My parents went every week for roughly 13 years. I stopped going on a regular basis when I was 16, however I did not have many friends.
I think that my parents knew this and enlisted me in the Boy Scouts, starting as a Cub at the age of 8 to try and combat it. However, I was the only person from my neighbourhood and felt alone even there. However it taught me a lot of things that I do not think I could do without. How to use a knife, axe, read a map, rely on my sense of direction, pitch a tent, cook and a myriad of other things. I stopped going at the age of 15, mainly as I did not want to associate with the type of people that the eldest members of the group were turning into.
However I was a cheery child, until the age of 11. When I started secondary school, and the end of the first lesson of Physical Education. It was an event which shaped my social standing for the next 5 years in that school. During the showers, a couple of the other boys turned and shouted, pointing "SGA's got a hard-on." From that day on, I was gay or a pansy, and I only managed to lose the tag when I left the school and started college.
From that you can surmise one thing, I drift from subject to subject. Wanting to concentrate on one thing at a time. That shall be the end of this post, at around the age of 16.
As for my childhood, which as you could guess this really should be about. I started off living in on a farm, for just under 3 years. Living with both my birth parents, from what I can tell it was a volatile relationship that was bound to end in disaster. Which it very nearly did, but my father left and possibly within a year of moving from the farm to the town I grew up in. He ran off with the local beat Bobbys wife. For those that do not know, beat Bobby is a Police Foot Patrolman, who would have a certain patch to walk around. I have very few memories of my Father, some of which are possibly not even real. My parents finally got divorced when I was 6, however when I was between 5 and 6, the man that has become my Dad met my Mum. He moved in after the divorce, which was perhaps the best thing to happen to my Mum and me.
As for my friendships before the age of 6, I know of at least six friends I had at that age that moved away. Plus my Mum has always worked, so I was looked after by a minder. Who had two children of her own, a boy and a girl. However they did not live in the same neighbourhood, so seeing them during the week and then returning to my own neighbourhood at the weekends, made things difficult with forming friendships. It should have been better what with having the two neighbourhoods to make friends in, however with having the six friends leave one of the neighbourhoods. It became difficult to make friends in that area and keep them due to the only being able to see them at weekends. Also I would miss out of getting closer to people at the other neighbourhood due to only being there during the week.
However before my Dad moved in, we would spend the weekends at his house. After he moved in, Saturdays would be spent with Mum and I shopping/browsing a city 30 miles away as Dad played sports. Sundays became the day the three of us would travel to my Grandads and we would spend the day there. First it was gardening, then decorating the house and then finally just being there. My parents went every week for roughly 13 years. I stopped going on a regular basis when I was 16, however I did not have many friends.
I think that my parents knew this and enlisted me in the Boy Scouts, starting as a Cub at the age of 8 to try and combat it. However, I was the only person from my neighbourhood and felt alone even there. However it taught me a lot of things that I do not think I could do without. How to use a knife, axe, read a map, rely on my sense of direction, pitch a tent, cook and a myriad of other things. I stopped going at the age of 15, mainly as I did not want to associate with the type of people that the eldest members of the group were turning into.
However I was a cheery child, until the age of 11. When I started secondary school, and the end of the first lesson of Physical Education. It was an event which shaped my social standing for the next 5 years in that school. During the showers, a couple of the other boys turned and shouted, pointing "SGA's got a hard-on." From that day on, I was gay or a pansy, and I only managed to lose the tag when I left the school and started college.
From that you can surmise one thing, I drift from subject to subject. Wanting to concentrate on one thing at a time. That shall be the end of this post, at around the age of 16.
Sunday, 2 August 2009
Beginnings
We know that it is a stereotypical title, for a first post. However this is a title for what will hopefully become a post, that starts a new chapter in our mental state.
Having completed a courses on Positive Parenting and Domestic Abuse, we are feeling in a better place than we were over a year ago. When we last had a serious relationship. The old person that we were, ruined that relationship, and we have since gotten more confident in who and what we are. Mainly due to the courses, which have helped considerably in re-affirming that we can move beyond our past.
This will be blog of relevations that few have been told, a lot of which people have been told before. No-one knows the complete picture, we have not trusted everyone to see the truth. However it is time to collect the tales of our past, and to let others share.
There was once another blog by ourself and none of that shall be referenced here. We offer no excuses for our actions or what is said on this blog.
Having completed a courses on Positive Parenting and Domestic Abuse, we are feeling in a better place than we were over a year ago. When we last had a serious relationship. The old person that we were, ruined that relationship, and we have since gotten more confident in who and what we are. Mainly due to the courses, which have helped considerably in re-affirming that we can move beyond our past.
This will be blog of relevations that few have been told, a lot of which people have been told before. No-one knows the complete picture, we have not trusted everyone to see the truth. However it is time to collect the tales of our past, and to let others share.
There was once another blog by ourself and none of that shall be referenced here. We offer no excuses for our actions or what is said on this blog.
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