Time went by and in the year of 2003, things started to make a little more sense to me, as well as life was getting better, day by day.
By this time, I had come off the streets, out of the hostels and into a bedsit of my own. Though the first half of the year I was out of work, I was kept busy in doing voluntary work at the pentecostal church which I was a member of.
Three days a week I would help out in the day centre for the homeless and twice a week, helping out in the office, doing anything from answering the telephone, photcopying, mail-outs, filing, just general office work, of which I had no qualifications or experience until then.
Things were going well and in September of that year, I started paid work at a local service station, as a cashier. The work was great and most of the customers behaved too...giggles.
In this time, I managed to get myself a computer and set up to the internet. At first, I did not go online much, but then one day, stumbled on some chatrooms in the BDSM section. Not fully knowing what it meant, I still went inside and this was the beginning of my new life.
Again, cutting the story short, I was welcomed into a Home called Hall of Dreams and wore the home tags, but this was not for long. Things happened between a couple of people there which made me uncomfortable, in this time I was spending my time in another home. Not long after, I left my first home and hung round in one called Lost and Tormented. |
