After eight years. I was not at all prepared for it. Immersed in prison culture for such a long time. Having no long-term contact with people in society. Things were different. Attitudes, values, they had all changed. My prison culture did not fit well with some people, my jokes were just not funny to them. Their problems seemed so superficial and stupid to me.
I realised that not only had society changed, but I had changed. That prison wasn’t a compete waste of time. And I could use some of these changes to my advantage. For example, I’m not still procrastinating over what I want to be when I grow up at 30 years old like some people I’ve met. I’m just happy I can actually choose what to be. Having no agency for eight years, I’m just happy I can choose for myself again. If I work as a cleaner at 2:00am am, then it’s because I chose to. Not because I was coerced into it with threats of disciplinary actions.
I also learned resilience. I have got a lot of bad news since I got out, and each time I am told I was handling it really well. Why? Because when you have gone from sleeping in a house with your family, to sleeping in ‘separation’, in a cell with no shower, tv or window. Only a pillow and an itchy horsehair blanket and a steel toilet with no seat on it, everything else is now an improvement. No one can understand this, they cannot conceptualise how sad I once was.
Now I work as a lived experience consultant for various Organisations. I live in a lovely apartment in a fancy suburb. I ride a brand new 2024 model motorcycle. I am surrounded by amazing friends who support me.
My life is so different now. But that’s the point. My life was toxic before, that’s why I went to jail. I wasn’t happy. I was angry and drowning in my own misery. I had to let go of the past. I have a second chance because I gave myself a second chance. Not because they hand them out as you leave prison. Or because I did my time, now everything is forgiven, and I can go back to business as usual. My life is different. Nothing is the same. It’s not a second chance, it’s a second life.
Now, I am happy, I am succeeding in life.
I’m not special, or better than anyone. There is no reason why no one else can one day have another shot at life. I still struggle with the past. It’s hard to move on. It was not easy. But it’s what I needed to do. I saw my ex one day when they got on the same train as me. They didn’t recognise me. I called parole and told them straight away, they assured me I’d done nothing wrong, I was just on the train going about my day. But as I thought about it, all I wanted to do was try to help them. Try to give them a second chance at life. They looked so sad. It really crushed me.
But when I thought about it more, I realised, it’s up to all of us all to move on in our own time. But moving on helped me so much.
Sometimes, just knowing other people feel the same way you do, is enough to help.
After eight years. I was not at all prepared for it. Immersed in prison culture for such a long time. Having no long-term contact with people in society. Things were different. Attitudes, values, they had all changed. My prison culture did not fit well with some people, my jokes were just not funny to them. Their problems seemed so superficial and stupid to me.
I realised that not only had society changed, but I had changed. That prison wasn’t a compete waste of time. And I could use some of these changes to my advantage. For example, I’m not still procrastinating over what I want to be when I grow up at 30 years old like some people I’ve met. I’m just happy I can actually choose what to be. Having no agency for eight years, I’m just happy I can choose for myself again. If I work as a cleaner at 2:00am am, then it’s because I chose to. Not because I was coerced into it with threats of disciplinary actions.
I also learned resilience. I have got a lot of bad news since I got out, and each time I am told I was handling it really well. Why? Because when you have gone from sleeping in a house with your family, to sleeping in ‘separation’, in a cell with no shower, tv or window. Only a pillow and an itchy horsehair blanket and a steel toilet with no seat on it, everything else is now an improvement. No one can understand this, they cannot conceptualise how sad I once was.
Now I work as a lived experience consultant for various Organisations. I live in a lovely apartment in a fancy suburb. I ride a brand new 2024 model motorcycle. I am surrounded by amazing friends who support me.
My life is so different now. But that’s the point. My life was toxic before, that’s why I went to jail. I wasn’t happy. I was angry and drowning in my own misery. I had to let go of the past. I have a second chance because I gave myself a second chance. Not because they hand them out as you leave prison. Or because I did my time, now everything is forgiven, and I can go back to business as usual. My life is different. Nothing is the same. It’s not a second chance, it’s a second life.
Now, I am happy, I am succeeding in life.
I’m not special, or better than anyone. There is no reason why no one else can one day have another shot at life. I still struggle with the past. It’s hard to move on. It was not easy. But it’s what I needed to do. I saw my ex one day when they got on the same train as me. They didn’t recognise me. I called parole and told them straight away, they assured me I’d done nothing wrong, I was just on the train going about my day. But as I thought about it, all I wanted to do was try to help them. Try to give them a second chance at life. They looked so sad. It really crushed me.
But when I thought about it more, I realised, it’s up to all of us all to move on in our own time. But moving on helped me so much.
Sometimes, just knowing other people feel the same way you do, is enough to help.
