I want to share my story to let you know that all of our stories matter. The funding created here will contribute towards the It Gets Better Podcast and my biography.
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Little Lost Boy There were moments in my life when I wanted to open my eyes, but I did not dare. When evening came, anxiety kicked in, and then my life passed before me like a dark movie that kept getting darker. The deeper I looked into my life and everyone in it, the more confusing it grew. I was unwillingly stuck in my world.
I searched for someone to blame, but whose sin was it? Was it merely fate, was I born into the wrong family, or did the wrong people enter my life? What was it that prevented me from finding my way?
It is tough for a child to live with a mother who is an alcoholic and drug-addict. At the age of 12, I was placed in foster care. My foster parents put me in nappies at night because I wet the bed—they were more interested in their mattress than the emotional harm they were doing to me. My life was unstable, I ran away for weeks on end, and I was in and out of different homes the entire time for assorted reasons. I felt bad for myself—I thought I was a perpetual problem. After leaving foster care when I was 18, for nine years, I moved from place to place, I left many jobs, and I had several partners. Childhood struggles impacted my adulthood behaviour. Inside I was still that lost little boy. In spite of this, unlike my mother, I was never a drinker, a drug addict, or a smoker!
- The above photo of me and my nan when I must have been about 4 years old!
After becoming homeless, I had a mental breakdown. Then I was assigned a community mental health nurse. She was a pillar of strength in my ascent toward stability. I had been searching for my birth father—who had been out of the picture since I was six months old—for ten years. Then I found his address, and we were in contact within days after I located my dad. We had phone conversations weekly for a couple of months, followed by a visit with his family for a week. I felt a sense of belonging to a conventional family for the first time. My community mental health nurse felt things were moving too quickly with my newly found family, but all I wanted after that spending a week was for it never to end—I was not that lost little boy anymore! The days that I spent with my newfound family were like a dream come true. A real family loved me… my family. Then one day, my new Nan told me that my father did not want to speak with me any longer because he felt my being gay was an illness. So, I found my father only to be rejected by him because I didn’t fit his standards.
I continued living my life while drowning in misery and waiting and searching for someone to come and change it. Then l I realized that miracles do not materialize until you adjust your approach to life—when you determine to work towards improving yourself.
We get stronger by learning from life’s hardships making us more resilient. I would not change my life’s past because it has made me who I am today. We all have different histories and futures. That is what makes the world so beautiful and amazing—DIVERSITY. My dream has always been to enrich people and become a positive support to them.
Soon I will release my podcast, which is titled It Gets Better.
The podcast conveys that no one is alone in this world. We can walk together, one step at a time, to overcome our fears and anxiety, towards a bright and successful life. Through pain, suffering, and loss, we can find the strength to grow free of indifference, discrimination, and exploitation. My story could be anyone’s story.
I have started a small fundraiser to raise awareness and, through my podcast, provide a voice for many people who have gone through hardship, pain, and abuse. I hope to bring a change in the life of these people.
Therefore, though I once was a little lost boy I am not so lost anymore. I want to share my story to let you know that all of our stories matter, and by funding my FUNDLY post, you will be helping me bring light to those who need it and a story to others. The funding created here will contribute towards the It Gets Better Podcast and my biography.
My name is Terence.
Thanks for listening to this glimpse of a much bigger story.
- It Gets Better Podcast with Terence & Neo (the Boston Terrier)
- www.TerenceAndNeo.co website
- Little Lost Boy or the Little Boy Lost biography (Title under thought!)
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Love to you all x
We are two days into my (Lost Little Boy) campaign on FUNDLY, and I would just like to say a MASSIVE thanks to my supporters and donors. There's much more to this story, and by supporting this campaign, you are not only fulfilling the desire to bring light to those who need it and a story to others but also this is my dream.
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