A night to remember.

First off, it is sad that most of the LGBT+ community have a standard sad start to their story. So here is mine:

I have been blessed with family that love and support me, no matter what, which is an amazing blessing I have in my life. The challenge I face is the community in which I live. I have always been different from all other children around my neighbourhood, not one for being the average lad. This was fine until around 13 years old up until present day, I have always been a kind hearted person and fighting just isn't in me, so I became the easy target. There isn't a day goes by where I don't get called some kind of name, puff, queer, faggot... the list goes on. I think I have heard them all (it would be nice to hear something more original for a change!). At around 16 I was fully open about who I was and confident in myself. I have only ever been called names and never hurt physically (maybe I was lucky until then).

One evening I met up with a friend of mine and we were just hanging around having a laugh in the streets like all kids did, when 5 guys (a little older than me) started shouting names.

This was different, a more aggressive tone... My friend and I decided to move and walk away, they then started chasing me. One lad grabbed me punched me in the stomach and I fell to the ground (I could not understand why) ...

Then nothing...

I don't know how long later, I found myself sitting in a stranger’s house. My head in my hands, dried blood around me ears, nose, scratches and bruises etc. They said that the 5 lads were kicking me and stamping on my head when they had found me the guys ran off. I called my mother who came and drove me straight to the hospital, they checked me over and found that I had bruised ribs, an indent in my skull and the rest... 

The doctors said that if the people had not found me and got rid of the guys, they could have caused major damage to my brain or even the unthinkable. That changed me, I no longer put myself or any other person in a potential situation where being myself could hurt, upset or ruin anything, which I know segregates me a little, but I would rather be safe than sorry. I could not bear it, if anyone got hurt because of me. I have walls up with new people I meet (unintentionally). The positive from all of this is I have forgiven the people who did that to me. I don't know who they are, I have never met them. Maybe I have without realising, who knows and I am truly thankful for the people who found me. I am positive person and enjoy my life, I know my limits and who I can turn to. I know who enjoys being around me and who doesn’t, I am a very good reader of people.

Life is for living with who you are and being true to your soul. I could continue with additional stories but I'll leave it at this one. The most significant.

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