My name is Thomas Knight-Wagener, I live with my grandparents, I am 27 years of age and am a qualified fitter/machinist (dead trade). Trained in Australia in mechanical engineering, I excelled and completed extra study to ensure my employment once I had completed my apprenticeship, I have a “Cert. IV mechanical engineering tradesperson” one level above the Cert. III, I am regarded as a “technician” not a tradesperson… Having trained in computer aided design, pneumatic, hydraulic and all other basic fundamentals of the fitting and machining job aspects; such as manual lathe work, gear cutting, grinding, machining and even have training in fabrication and can execute on my designs. None of it helped me secure employment, coming from a broken home in the ghetto of Western Australia, Kwinana. Not even when I came back to my home country of New Zealand and completed extra education in the field of engineering. Although a booming industrial district, the entire region was and probably still is riddled with crime and not so appealing members of society. My mother was one such being, she still is now, I live next door to her on her parent’s property in a little place (hardly a home at 23m squared floor area) I designed myself. She had 2 houses and rented out 1 to a meth junky, the other one she destroyed by herself with her boyfriend, an ex-bikie from the “Coffin Cheaters”, all the while I am looking after my younger brother and even younger half-brother. Putting up with her abuse and being around junkies constantly, I got to smoking pot and still smoke, if I can; as it helps. Luckily I had tried some white powder one day after finding it underneath the clothesline by making a little brass pipe out of fittings… however, upon inhalation and the resulting effects I was put off by it, never tried anything like that again, except acid 3 times now. During these dark days I grew into the watcher and carer, it has left me in a state where I am still looked at as the “Father” and find myself, even to this day, 12 years later, doing things for my Brothers and Mother because I am the only one who is left who has the time and energy to help them as both Fathers are useless in this regard, my one on meth and the other working abroad driving in the Australian mines on a fly in fly out roster, to which he comes home and drinks most of the time in his nice place, not knowing whether he should build another place at his family beach or build another house out the back of his place. I don’t even own one house.
I have $5 per week income due to debt I got one time when I actually had a job and required a car to do said work. I get by doing favors around the property such as maintaining the lawns and gardens on the 3 acre property and various other peasant duties, plus my girlfriend is always accepting donations from the towns-people from their various shops as I am not in the higher echelon of society and cannot complete such tasks without police intervention.
My girlfriend and I are the ones caught in between; we seem to have almost everything we need: a car, a place to stay, something to cook with, food on our table.. oh wait we don’t have a table, and our kitchen consists of a second-hand electric fry pan, a toaster, a jug, a rice cooker, a microwave and a $35 mini-oven. Total kitchen cost of around $100. My car is little and so is my life when I can’t do anything beyond playing computer games. I have plans to build a place on land my girlfriend is to inherit one day, coz as you know: I sure as hell ain’t gonna inherit anything, that’s for sure! Work is scarce these days and my training and education has led me into employment which no longer exists. Wondering how on earth I am going to complete University study in the future baffles me, I can’t even rack up the funds to pay for the course! I am very passionate about Mechatronic Engineering and robotics and hope to pursue the career, one day… Just not gonna get there the way things are going. (Being real)
Thank you for taking the time to read my story. If you choose to donate to my cause I want you to know where it is going: my university education, materials for my new place and a little tiny bit of it I would like to dedicate to the well-being of all of us here on the hill in Far North, New Zealand, my grandparents, my girlfriend and even my Mother… the low down, drug addled victim of the world… All I can do is love her as she has tried so hard in her life. No… I am not a starving, homeless wretch on my last legs, with only one shot left, but I am still someone who feels cheated in life and can’t stand to see everyone around me move forward and up while my girlfriend and I stagnate, leech off and bleed-out, in no particular order, forever more.
I am in no way ungrateful for what I receive, but I am so cut; for what I deserve has been occult. I live in a half house, with a half life, half the time I care for others and feel like I don’t dedicate enough time to myself, but I play computer games hard out when the missus doesn’t wanna watch a movie and get whinged at by my girlfriend as if she wants me to simply sit and wait… I just wanna have a bit of extra money to put away for the future and have $30 a week to splash… splash the cash :/ quite hopeful, but that is the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth… actually I left the juicy details out, you don’t wanna know.