One of the things I regret is,..
I feel that I gave in to intimidation, and allowed certain people to act in a destructive way in my life, especially during my twenties.
But I forget how fearful I was at the time.
I also forget that I did try to change the situation for the better.
But the persons concerned had made the decision to intimidate me, and I was unable to change their decision or behaviour.
I look back and blame myself, but there was only so much I could do.
I think now I should have contacted a sollicitor.
Would it have made a difference?
The truth is,.. I do not know.
I did not do that.
Perhaps a sollicitor’s letter would have stopped the persecution, or possibly they would only have laughed, and thrown the letter in the bin.
I will never really know.
Basically, my twenties were a nightmare of persecution.
I was catapulted back into Depression time after time by the stress.
I would spend months dealing with intimidation.
It took a lot of courage to leave the house. When I did, the trouble would start up again.
I now know what it means to face prejudice, to be intimidated.
I wish I had managed the situation better, but perhaps it is enough that I survived.