My life after embedded homelessness & addiction 

I'm not on here to make fake friends. Staying off the streets is still, a huge issue for me. I always want to run back to them for safety, even though I own, my own home. I've been off the streets & married, for almost as long as I was homeless, now.

The hardest thing for me, was to relate to regular, middle class people. I have nothing in common with these people, other than the fact, that I am now established with a home & property. Yet, still not accepted as an equal. When others chat with one another, I only have my life experiences as a homeless addict, to draw conversations from. Not what people want to listen to, or can even relate to, so they don't know how to react. It took many years, just to stop telling everyone I met that I was homeless and addicted to crack.

I now became a target for police, and those jealous of my situation. Life in many ways got harder for me. I now had to try to fit into normality. With the way people think and react now days, that wasn't going to work. When I was finally cured of my crack addiction, thanks to a medication side effect of Strattera. My mental health, now reared its ugly head. Because of my decades of instability and homelessness, I had seen many tragic things and have had tragic things done to me. Now comes finding the right MD's to listen, diagnose & treat. Most are arrogant, ignorant asses, that think they know it all, instead of listening. It's hard to change ones core beliefs, even if they are wrong and a MD..

I suffer from multiple mental health issues, and physical issues. Currently, my agoraphobia has me housebound. Thanks to the RCL & RCMP, I'm scared to leave. I was labeled a terrorist, not long after the John Nuttall and Amanda Korody case. As I was defending them and said that they had been set up.  I then had RCMP at my door, sneaking around my house. A doctor, few people and the RCMP, for some reason, conspired to lock me up. To the point of making false statements and documents. Because of this and my battle with The College of Physicians and Surgeons of British Columbia. All MD,s had to, and have to, take a course on how to administer the mental health act properly, and legally.

One constable told me, he wanted to shoot me. Multiple occasions these same RCMP would come to my home, under the premise of a mental health check, and terrorize me. Then upon leaving, they would tell me, that a person, coming from, where I came from {the streets}, didn't deserve to have, what I had. It got worse as the years went by. To the point I was tasered & beaten by RCMP, the last one, I had a constable handcuff me from behind, then I went into a seizure. I came out of it, on the back seat, with the constables hand around my throat, choking me, while saying he will take my life, if I want him to. Then he told me to not speak of what he did, or he will come back and take my life. While all this was happening, the other constable, kept my wife at bay. This is what I live with.

This is only because I speak out and speak the truth, as I've experienced it. But I don't go around saying "Defund the police" as I know in some cases, their not funded enough. I don't have time for these wannabe's, with their fake feelings. Nor, these ever so many NPO's, with their half baked, ideas. Based off of statics, geared to show in their favour. Not reality. Peace..