When I started University I learned from the tutors that they had high hopes for me and took a risk in letting me on the course as I had not taken a foundation course and this was the leading University in England for the textiles course I was on. They believed in my abilities and allowed me to gain a position.
During undertaking my degree in my first year I had a nervous breakdown in the winter of 1996, a month after Eileen’s mum died of cancer. I began to go through a lot of stress related problems caused by the trauma experienced by my old works and recent deaths. I tried to commit suicide at home after experiencing acute stress,
I was constantly being bombarded with messages from the TV and media and everyday life events and happenings such as the death of Eileen’s mum and Charlie. I believed I was responsible for Eileens mums death and believed that my colleagues connections with the masons had intervened and were now taking control of all happenings around me. I believed that they made her suffer and that a higher force was at work, either by government control, thought control, mind control, masonic laws, or Gods laws.
Tom (Eileen’s Dad) came for a chicken meal with all the family, I believed that we all had to eat this meal and that it was actually Eileen’s mum we were eating, if we did not eat this we would all be massacred by an evil force that was at work. I panicked inwardly and we all ate the meal in silence, I was constantly in the belief that my family was in danger and that I was being mentally terrorized and abused on a constant basis. I felt my whole life had been controlled from the beginning and that I was being Bugged by some controlling force such as the government or police. I felt that my phone and house was tapped. I finally snapped and tried to commit suicide by taking an overdose at home.
Stress on levels unknown before had erupted into madness, slipping into a zombie state and out of control I commit suicide, as no more I can take, in the belief if I end this my family would be ok. My Heartbeat slows and stops as my last breath is taken from me, Visions of demons come to life out of the TV looking and searching for what they need. Disappointed at the suicide note, they shout condemnations and disappear to where they came. Moments later I feel a Breath of life as though an Angel was breathing life into me once more. My Life flows back to me slowly and I am dazed, sitting there confused. I hear a knock on the door and my mum and dad enter the room and find me at home collapsed and, in a state,, they drive me to the Royal Hospital on Oxford Road and I got treatment for the effects of an overdose.
I stayed in Hospital for a few nights under observation and I recover in hospital believing Jeremy
Beadle will pop out any minute to say it is all just a joke. I check for listening devices and convinced a higher force is at work, I see a priest in Hospital who took his dog collar off as I was trying to explain my feelings, He became angry and I felt confused and worried, he asks me to go to the church in Hospital and I see patients with illnesses. I believed that it was all staged for my benefit and it all felt false, I believed Jeremy beadle was about to leap out at any time and began to laugh, he never turned up and I was confused. The doctors allowed me to go home on the proviso that I saw a Psychiatrist and I stayed at my mum and dads for a while as Eileen couldn’t cope with me at that time.
I was having constant panic attacks believing that my family and friends were in danger and horrible things were going to happen to everybody around me and that it was all my fault and it was all out of my control, I was constantly telephoning Eileen, my family and friends seeing if they were alright to reassure me that everything was ok.
I saw a psychiatrist, and all is well, I just pop another pill and safety, peace and calm comes back and life slowly goes back to normal. The trauma I experienced has had a profound effect on my life and I knew I had to overcome my stress, I went back to University and home and underwent a lot of trauma and psychological happenings and events for years which also affected my speech. I lost my voice due to the stress and struggled with my panic attacks, anxiety and paranoia for several years.
I was able to enhance my abilities at University but was struggling trying to cope with my stress. I gained a part time job at Homestyle in White City retail Park and suffered a few breakdowns, One breakdown I encountered was when I was in work and the heaters were on, I had the feeling that I was in the pits of hell and the fire from the heaters were flames lashing dead bodies which were burning and hanging from the ceilings I could not see anything but felt that they were there, all the ornaments were dead people and the world had changed, peoples comments and remarks also brought this into being.
Hell was just a vision away from reality and a thin veil lay over the world that I knew. Had I stumbled upon the truth of the world or was it just my imagination and paranoia again.
I used to ride my Kawasaki Ninja 650cc to work at homestyle, on one occasion I had a panic attack at work, I believed that we were cleaning up invisible dead bodies that had been massacred through evil happenings, I had to leave my bike in the warehouse and peoples comments brought my stress levels to breaking point. I left work and came back the next day with my mum and dad, events started to happen to my dad and he became stressed and flustered and nearly collapsed due to events that I believed were happening.
My mum shouted at me and said "Do you know what you are doing to your dad". I believed that devils and monsters were surrounding us coming in for the kill, but I could not see them and I felt that other people could, My dad drove off quickly and left me there worried and panicking of what was happening to my family.
I walked behind somebody and felt that he was an angel, there were people who were angels and others that were devils and I was one of the damned. I went into work to collect my bike and believed my bike had been changed in some way. I began to ride this out of the back warehouse and my dad came around the corner in his car and followed me home to make sure I was safe. As I was riding home slowly I felt the bike was a donkey and I had been transported into the middle ages and everybody was laughing at what I was riding. People on the street were laughing at me and I was confused and worried and began to laugh slightly at the thought of this, the feeling subsided when I got home, and I thought to myself I must be going mad.
On other occasions when I had panic attacks I felt that I was undergoing some kind of test of life and that if I passed, wonderful things were going to happen for everybody, if I failed then I failed everybody. On one occasion I was in work and a priest and a nun came into the shop It felt that I was undergoing some kind of religious test. I was undertaking some kind of task of which I was not able to do and the priest and nun left the shop, I knew I had failed.
I was not able to put in a 100% in University and work due to the stress. I enjoyed producing my dissertation in my final Year which was based on researching the state of the textile industry. I conducted interviews and questionnaires to many of the leading textile companies around Manchester including my old company TFS. My old manager advised me that when I left, productivity and profits went down, and he showed me statistics that proved this. I did not like going back to my old works but knew I had to face my demons, Some of my old work colleagues did not let on to me and I knew they did not like me one bit, I felt that they had unfinished business with me and I knew I made the right choice to leave the company.
I was able to produce my dissertation gaining a mark of 87%. This was a thorough research project which took a year to produce, my research uncovered many aspects of the industry that came to fruition in later years and I was able to predict the decline of the textile designers and separation artists place in the industry.
I learnt how to print my own designs onto cloth, produce my own books and make them myself. I also learnt about Illustration, life painting and drawing and numerous skills in art. I also learnt about art history and attended art lectures and produced many essays on subjects one of which was about Picasso's painting of Guernica which I enjoyed researching. I also produced a design that the university still uses to demonstrate the printing process to all the new students.
I learnt many skills at University that has benefited me in my life and jobs that I have undertaken.
During University I got a job working for Capital Photography on the Granada studios tour. This was during the University summer break and I was employed to take photographs of all the visitors on Coronation Street and all around the tour, I got to go behind the sets of Coronation Street and see some of the stars. I really enjoyed this job and was able to get free food and rides, I had a lot of laughs whilst working there. I also continued with my other part time job at Homestyle.
Whilst at Coronation Street, I had another breakdown and was taking photos on the street of the customers, I began to have a panic attack and felt the world had suddenly changed again. I believed that my camera was a gun and as I took the photo I was sending them to hell. As I was asking them to group together and asking them to smile, the people seemed nervous and knew what was going to happen, but they had to play along with it as well, I felt I was sealing there doom. I began to panic inwardly, and the Coronation Street set had a fire mark on the far viaduct wall. This was proof to me that an event had taken place, that was related to happenings on the TV etc. I became worried and was frightened.
I was sat at my computer desk at home one day when I had another panic attack, I felt that dead human flesh had been dropped on me from an evil presence that was standing next to me. I physically felt the flesh dropping onto my head, shoulders and neck. As I was typing away on the computer, an icon appeared on the screen and it was to choose a football team, I am a Man City Fan and confusion, paranoia and events that had been happening to me caused me to choose Man United, I clicked the button for United, the icon disappeared and I heard a cheer from the direction of Man United Ground I knew I made the wrong choice, I tried to find this Icon to change my choice but it was no longer there. Ever since that point Man United were winning everything.
I felt that the symbol for the devil on the Man United logo was blatant evidence that they were a part of a bigger story, I believed that higher forces were at work, conspiracy theories were running rampant and I could not help but wonder if these were real events controlled by the devil.
Later on, that day the computer crashed, and I tried to take this to my friends to fix, but he found the hard drive had burnt out. I rode my Motorbike to Ricky’s mums in Moss Side and I physically felt that I had been possessed by the devil, as I rode my bike it was as though the devil was surrounding my whole body. I went into Ricky’s mums house and sat down, she looked frightened and worried and I kept putting my hand up to my face, it felt as though I had the face and body of the devil. I felt my invisible flesh was slimy and unclean and felt I had been possessed. I left Ricky’s mums and rode home where the feeling began to go away
I was at home on one occasion and I felt that my life was in mortal danger due to constant events that were happening all around me, on the streets and in my home, I believed that I was going to be set up by a higher power and that I would be found in my home with all my family murdered and massacred all around me and that I was going to be framed for this. I was having a panic attack and at the crucial moment my friend Anthony Agar walked in, he was a police officer and I asked him if he was going to arrest me . He saw my distress and stayed with me in my darkest hour, he talked to me with understanding and the event passed, I believed he was guarding me from the fate that was about to happen to me and I am forever grateful for his help.
I worked for a company called Barry Ward design on a freelance basis, I produced separation work for them but they went bankrupt and I was owed £350 from them, they knew they were going into administration but they took advantage of me and let me continue working for them until they closed, This company knew TFS and I am certain my old employer had put in a bad word about me for this to happen.
I also gained a work placement with Repeatz Design in my final year at University as a sales man selling designs at the into home exhibition based in Manchester gmex
centre. I was selling designs to all the leading textile companies, this was an opportunity to meet clients and possible employers in the textile industry. I had a panic attack here and I met my old Manager who looked annoyed at me being there, I am certain that he had spread a bad word about me, I also saw the manager of Barry Ward Design laughing behind my back. I then knew he had stitched me up.
I was doing a print course in my second Year and the tutor was off ill, a replacement tutor took over, this was a colleagues friend and I believed she was going to fail me, so I told Bronwen Hargreaves about this and she ensured that this did not happen, I knew they Had tried and failed in his attempts at causing more distress to me. There is an old saying "just because your paranoid doesn't mean there not out to get you". How true this is.
In my final year at University I went to design studio visits in New York showing my portfolio to potential employers and was offered a position from one of the studios as a Textile Designer for a fashion design company producing textile designs. I was chuffed to bits that I was offered the position and thought this could be the offer I needed to change my career and achieve my dream of becoming a textile designer. I had to make a decision to go for the job or stay in England, Unfortunately the wage was not very good and I would not have been able to send money back to Eileen so I made the decision to stay in England.
Although I was going through a turbulent period in my life I proved my abilities by finishing my degree and gaining a 2:2 in 1999 I was proud of my achievements coming from a poor background with not many prospects and trying to cope with my stress, my mum and dad and Eileen were very proud of me that day. If it hadn’t been for Eileen this could not have been achieved and I know she felt very proud of me. I love her for sticking by me through thick and thin and with Eileen trying to cope with my problems as best she could. not many people would have put up with it. Eileen is the love of my life and we know each other inside out and we are suited to each other, even though she can annoy me sometimes, but I am sure I annoy her too, on many occasions.