The Alien Life

Shane* had is own ideas about what entertained him away from the flat. He kept a motorbike at his parents house, had a full driving license whereas I had a provisional license just for learning to drive with and no means of private transport. He had other own private places as well. They were places that I knew about but knew nothing much about, all of which was part of a regular spontaneity that lay somewhere between his personal privacy and the friendship between us.

His ideas of what entertained him intersected most with mine when we were both centred around entertaining in the flat and around shared tastes in music. My favourite times in the flat were the simple shared meals where we took turns in cooking for each other. Sometimes Mother gave us fruit and veg that were surplus from her allotment. There the good in her gifts lay in how we shared them out inclusively. Shane's favourite dishes to make were spaghetti bolognese and spaghetti carbonara, meals that were interesting …

The projects some people assume they can make work whilst being totally blind to mental health issues and unaware of sexual diversity will never cease to be amazing. The half a house that Mother found through which to return me to return me to the family fold on her terms was a wonderful opportunity for a long term tenancy for somebody. I was never going to be that somebody. They would have to have been be far more prepared than I ever could have been to draw the potential out of the place. However much I tried to make living in that flat work for me and my friends my family were too close by for me to ever be genuinely at ease. I was never meant to know that my hidden discomfort was part of the point of the tenancy.

Mother had seen I'd had enough of the shabby house and found this flat/top two floors of a large house because it was five minutes from the parental house. She wanted me there to support her, and by extension support her marriage to dad since the parental house had b…

From filling in the application form through to the interview, through to when the offer of a place on the work scheme was made to me I could not process what I was being offered. I went through it blind. What I was most blind towards was the aptitude test that Bob Rainsforth insist I go through after the interview but before the offer of the job was made to me. Aptitude for what? Gullibility? I had surely passed that test by filling in the application form in a way that was both readable and half made sense to him before I was presented with the test. Not that I knew what made sense to employers.

My best reason for applying for any every job was to remain on benefits. The more jobs I applied for and never got, the more I proved I still wanted work and kept my benefits for offering my proof. Whatever job I was pushed to apply for the risk involved in being accepted to do it meant less to me than the safety of social security. I knew I meant nothing to the employer as I filled their f…