My name is Robert Steven McKittrick-Gallaher. I am Alcoholic, Tealcholic, Colalcholic, and I am currently suffering from depression, anxiety, and panic-attacks. I am now have 2719 days of sobrietyand counting. I am very nervous. I like to thanks my Sponsor. you the suffering and recovering alcoholic listening to my past experiences, my strengths, my hopes for the future.
I come from a town in Berkshire called Maidenhead. I used to live with my father and my mother both past in my soberity. I have a brother.
I like to start with my childhood history; I had help with this part from my mother. I was born on 15th of May 1974. I have had a difficult childhood as I had a serious infection on the brain which may me a late starter in walking @ 2 1/2 years and talking @ 4 1/2 years. I had a wonderful brother who could understand me when I couldn't talk 'til 4 1/2 years old, My family had to learn to sign language to communicate with me. Mother and father separated and divorced when I was 2 years old and had joint custody of my brother and me. My mother remarried. I like to say my first stepfather was close to adopting me but my paternal parent said "NO.” He was a very loving Stepfather to my family and me. We also had to visit Yemen and Kuwait due to my stepfather work. But they were divorced in 1985. Now during the time, I was at boarding schools called Chelmsford Hall in Eastbourne and St. Dominic’s School for Boys. I was bullied and abuse at the schools and I could not tell anyone about what was happening to me. I also spent a year in Cyprus going to school. My mother and me were in a violent relationship with a bastard of a stepfather and bastard of a stepbrother. So now, I do not want to talk about those bastards due to what happen. I went to another school called Altwood School I enjoyed and I was forced to enrolled at University by my father as well.
My life on the streets
I like to tell you how I got there first. It all started during my late teens. I proceeded to argue with my father over everything. It all came to ahead, when my Grandmother died a week before my eighteenth birthday. My family buried her on my birthday. During that week, I kept arguing with my Dad. He could not cope with my arguing and aggression against him. I was kick out the day after the funeral. My life on the streets was not the best of my life. As it was the time when I started drinking, smoking cigarettes, Joints and lost contact with my family. I was on the streets in London and Brighton for 6 years continuous. During that time, I launched into my street drinking and homeless career. I was drinking Super strength beer, cider, and anything else that I can beg money. If you are wondering where I was sleeping, rough in London I slept behind the Shellmex Building on the Strand in Central London. In Brighton, I slept rough under The Brighton Pier (Formally The Palace Pier).
Begging, The Big Issue, Night shelters, and Hostels
While I was on the street, as I said before I was begging money for my alcohol. My motto was “ beg, buy and blackout time.” While I was begging on the streets, I was verbal, physical, sexually abused, and assaulted by business, unemployed, other homeless people. During the time I was on the streets, I found out about a company called The Big Issue. I found out about The Big Issue from seeing people selling the magazine in the streets in London. I enquired about selling the magazine from the sellers. They pointed me in the direction of the Big Issue Head office in King Cross in North London. I enquired about selling the Big Issue and they registered me up. So I have been register with the Big Issue Magazine for 11 years now, do sell the Big Issue Magazine when I can. I have had hard times during the 11 years with members of the public shout at me “Get a job” and “Get a Life.” I think to myself “Fuck you, I’ve got a job and this is my Life” also I think “I got a job where I can choose my hours, how much I earn each day, when I take my days off and my holidays. Where as you have to be told the same”. Well now, I need to tell about the times I was staying in Night shelters and hostels. I have stay in some good night shelters and bad ones same the hostels as well. During the times I have stayed in Night shelters and hostel, I was still drinking, smoking tobacco and joints. I am currently staying in an excellent hostel called Old Steine Young Man Christian Association. The staffs are a brilliant bunch and they understand where I have been and currently am.
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