Adrian

When I got home


After being away for 3 years I arrived home, feeling so happy to be back, I loved it. It was amazing. Australia is so great. It was better than I remembered, warmer, cleaner and just nice. I looked at everything through fresh eyes and could view my home state through new eyes with world comparisons.

I could eat all of the Australian food again, including Alens lollies which I missed so much. And Twisties and meat pies and Lamingtons... and I could see my family it was great, even though my grand mother had just died the weak before. - It really did make you step back a little. But shit I was back and it was great. And sad. I miss her. - and I wish I could have talked to her properly as an adult not with my family around that constricts me-

And then the settling in begin, which at first I avoided buy buying a van and hooking up with a fellow traveler and hitting the road for a little soaking in even more of this great land. Hopping from beach to beach all the way up the east cost. We parted in the north. And then it was time for me to turn around and head home.

On this drive I was facing home I took 3 weeks getting back, visiting new places and exploring more on the way. I had a lot of dreams but then I had reality, which I thought would be great. I was going to do it all right.

But thing's started to catch up with me, I had to choose where to live, new life, old life, new home, old home. And before I knew it the family questions started. And then my brother started.

It started with the regular put downs, he was getting back to his normal self, trying to be superior by putting everyone down. At first it was just paying me out about what stood out, so joking about the people I lived with and then it escalated to a phone call once a week and then twice a week before he just started abusing me.

This hit hard. I was just opening a door back to what could be home again, trying to place my first steps. When all of sudden I was being hit by abuse. Still unsure about where I wanted to settle and questioning different approach's back in to my contribution to the world (working), this shock the ground hard.

I told Adrian to piss off. I wish I yelled Fuck OFF! but I didn't.

Little did I know that 9 months later I would be sitting here with this still bothering me. Like it was a put down that planted a plague.

For 3 years no one gave me shit, now I'm back in a world were people think small of me and want to treat me even smaller.

This really really hit hard. It has upset me.



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It the past I've been too nice to say things. Not this time. I will call him, and rip his head off.

One percent

If it is one percent possible to do something and I want to do it,
support me.

If it is one percent possible to make it and I want to make it,
support me.

If it is one percent possible to go somewhere and I want to go,
support me and let me go.

If it is one percent possible to change something and I want to change it,
support me! And let me change it.

Get the fucking picture and support people, ripping them down won't get us anywhere.

Support me if I seem crazy, support me if I seem weird,

You may not see it, but if I do, support me.

Lesson 1. Support me

Lesson 2. Support me

Lesson 3.


Support me


now let's turn that page.