About me….oh dear the part I have been dreading the
most, the part about myself, so I am your average bloke/man started in an
average home with an average family watched my dad work his way through his
years on an average tradesman wage as a flexographic printer in a factory
worked his trade for around 43 years then retired, my mother worked in a
hospital as a cleaner, I began my life wanting to do an honest trade so went to
college and studied carpentry, that didn’t quite work out due to my learning
difficulties (I am dyslexic and this meant my brain worked things out a little
slower) so decided “I need to just start working surely once I start and get on
the job ladder I can just work it out as I go along”.
So lets start with my very first job, retail, oh retail.....retail
retail retail……I worked retail for a supermarket for around 7 years absolutely
hated it I was young at the time and was sort of taken advantage of and bullied
a lot(I won’t go into too much detail maybe I might go into it a little later)
but then I got a new opportunity……
Working with my dad! Now this, this excited me, working in a
factory alongside my dad,at this factory I was trained to drive forklifts
transporting material from warehouse to the factory machines, enjoyed it a lot
but again, I wasn’t good enough and my dad was good at his job, a little too
good he was telling the managers how to do their jobs and they didn’t like that
very much so they sort of didn’t like me so decided to let me go, they said
because they were restructuring the warehouse staff I was the last in so I was
the first out,sooooo…….on to the next
Then I started working in a freezer warehouse it was……..a
job (haha) it gave me money to pay bills and for little things on the side not
an incredible wage but nothing to turn your nose up at I got on really well and
it was my first proper go at forklift but at this point I moved to wales
uk……..the commute was long to say the least,
Next job was something I had always wanted to do and was
excited for and to take the jump at, a dairy farm now this this was completely
new to me and I loved it, the animals, the jobs, the GRAFT, so I was
excited, new adventure and getting paid to drive tractors and watch cows
eating, living the dream, or so I thought, as I spent years on the farm working
with animals getting to know that funnily enough cows do actually have
personalities and stuff and you can see their emotions and after 3 years I just
realised maybe the dream was turning into a nightmare as I just wasn’t able to
quite deal with the reality of a dairy farm of that size (around 1200 cow/heifers
and calves)
So I had decided to refresh my now 6 years out of date
forklift licence (whoops) refreshed it and jumped straight back into
warehousing and logistics first job off the bat brewery on agency now this job
wasn’t bad at all money wasn’t bad either but unfortunately the work dried up
over Christmas and they let me go, been in and out of forklift jobs ever since,
a warehouse here a factory there, but unfortunately all temporary.
Now enough about jobs and work, a bit more personal, I had
done powerlifting and bodybuilding (more hobby then pro) for around 8 years
during my teens and early 20s I have two children, from two different mothers,
my youngest of the two is with my current partner.
Now on to the nitty gritty of it, the reason I started this
blog was to basically share my journey and advice (where possible) on growing
up a man with mental health struggles, men are allowed to feel sad sometimes
and it’s a stigma that has always shadows us guys, I know with me personally
growing up as a millennial mental health was still relatively new and not
really understood so a lot of my generation and the generation before weren’t
really given the resources readily available or the support to cope with the
evolving world around us, I believe men should talk, be heard, and be the best
man they can possibly be, so if you are interested join me on my journey and
together we will become the best men we possibly can, and above all be
happy!
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