Just A Little Help From Friends. It was like any other Thursday evening that I had, it was it seemed nothing out of the ordinary, when I had had my usual shower & got into my pyjamas hoping like it did on any other cold night, that the pains in my arthritis would allow a good nights sleep. I was never usually disturbed by someone calling at my house at this time & I went to answer the door to find one of the young boys who I know lives by requesting to use my toilet, I thought that this was unreasonable seeing the time & I declined to let him use it & just as I was about to lock my door their was a barge by someone on the other side, the door was flung open with force & then there was a man, this man seemed to know each other & punched the young lad several times & the boy ran off, I went to quickly shut my door but was unable to as the man then forced his was in. I am registered disabled and I knew that I was no match for this man. I remember shaking with fear as I watched him ran sack my flat, I followed his orders & it seemed I was frozen to the ground. Having broken my back when I was a teenager I've had problems with my spine ever since & I knew I couldn't run away. I believed him as he was assaulting me when he said that if I was ever to go to the police or told anyone then he would burn my flat with me in it. With that said he squeezed my breast so hard & then with that last threat picked up my belongings what he had gathered began to make his get away. I managed to then secure my flat & I began crying uncontrollable. My phones had been stolen along with my birth parents sentimental jewellery & too scared to leave the flat for help. Luckily enough my friend sent someone round the next day as he could not get hold of me & I left the flat & went with my friends friend to his house. After I told them at what happened both there immediate response was to call the police, but too me the threats were serious. My #life would be put in danger if I called the police, but my friends assured me that I will be supported. My friend Martin he lived in Wigan & he offered to put me up, I was too scared to return to my own flat & I believed Martin when he said that I would be given emergency housing & that I should call the police. With that assurance of a move & with my friends support I called the police. The police were very kind & after we had spent several hours in the police station the police confirmed that going back to my own flat was too dangerous & I went to stay at my friends in Wigan. I knew at that time now that I had contacted the police that I would never return to that flat. I believed that he would carry out the threats he made, and I was worrying about my elderly parents, we would normally meet up daily & was finding it hard to commute to & from Blackpool to Wigan. I contacted the local council & requested an emergency move & was told that they would contact me. The only people who knew the truth was my friend Martin & he stood by my side all the way, I down played the incident as my parents are frail & so I told them that I was placed in witness protection & this allowed me to stay in Wigan with my friend who for whatever reason my mother dislikes. So when I informed the council that I won't be returning to that flat & I presumed that they would support me & help me move. The events that began to unfold left me so emotionally drained & exhausted. The 2 hour long journey daily began to have its effect both physically & financially. Drained. At this point the council were being unhelpful were telling me due to the fact the perpetrator had been remanded there was no reason I could return to that flat. The very thought of having to return to this flat left me panicking & having anxiety attacks. The nightmares each night would reply the whole incident in full & I would wake up & wake up my friend with a scream. I began sleeping less & less. I had no one & no where too turn too, my friend where I was staying was very supportive, but also his own #life, I would sleep in my car if I had run out of money so I could see my parents the next day. I found myself in such a position in #life & already being a burden started to consider suicide. Li

Giving!! With my background I feel I have something to give. I've been dealt the hand I have, and came out the other end, for the first time ever I don't feel totally useless in #life, knowing that I was not a bad person, just made bad choices. I am now in the position to advise, against lieing, stealing, selling drugs & prison, and not to mention mental hospitals. I've got the experience that no others have, just need advice on how to best distribute this.

Worth It's Weight In Gold While having a few hours too kill this afternoon, and playing the £0.02 arcade game with the baby, trying my hardest to make my £1 worth of 2ps last. When I noticed a gold bullion bar in the £0.10p. Machine, Well I decided to take a chance. After putting a £5 worth of 10ps, this baby was mine. I was committed. Well I had there birthday meal money, an a bit spare so after relieving a hard earned £50, out my bank, I won this gold bar bullion bar. I could get these vans trainers for him for school. Whoo hoo! Pay my over draft. Have change too. Going home next day splash out too. Soon got my friends attention with the whoop of joy that I let out. He'd left me too it as he thought I had no chance of winning. When he left the mild negativity went with him. Told you I was committed. I though that was the greatest gift was to be helped in tough times. To my horror, straight away as soon as I felt it that it was not gold. My first grasp off hope was that I must redeem this, where do I go? So I spoke to the cashier, who told me that this piece of plastic was my prize. What I thought was to be a small ingot of gold, turned out to be a plastic replica. How my family laughed and that they were really sympathetic to my cry's of foul play, I still ended up with change out the £50. Still, had a good laugh about it, brought us a happy moment! Together. Well I'll have to save for the lads vans trainers. But that block of memory will be the first item I pack. Get this precious item home, to be told, sometime in some years, the story of how I spent a fortune to win a piece of plastic. But to me that piece of plastic, means more to me than gold. Please read: real crime prt1.

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Senses Making the most of our different abilities, and believing that where I fail in some, I excell in others.