Different is what I do!
Unorthodox and ambidextrous in many things.
You must adapt to survive.
1. Got hit in the head with a car at the age of 4, fractured my skull, began mirror writing and had to convert to the conventional way of writing and learning.
2. Had Government Educational Authorities visit and assess me in school, given a teddy bear and diagnosed with dyslexia.
3. Gained a complex fracture on my femur whilst climbing when I was 5. My sister had to carry me home. Had my leg slung up above a hospital bed for months, my mother brought me Monster Squad toys every day, had to learn to walk again and changed dominant foot. Dominant hand kinda just changed with it.
4. Left home at 14, supported by my sister and mother. Joined the Army at 16. Had to learn to shoot right handed.
5. After being hit by a car at 80MPH, was in a coma in Germany at 17, had to learn to walk yet again, and changed dominant sides. Now punch and throw with my left hand.
6. At 17 developed PTSD from many injuries and was illegally trapped in the army.
7. Had to “soldier on” half dead, with central nerve damage, an acquired brain injury, a missing ear and many other injuries.
8. At 18, did a winter military exercise, developed frost nip on my toes, gained several fractures during a gun run and had an out of body experience for the first time.
9. Illegally medically upgraded, went to war at 19, saw loads of shit, lost a good man, came back more injured and more damaged.
10. Addicted to prescription medication, fighting and drinking, oh and battling the shadow people at 20.
11. By 21, underwent surgeries, some made my injuries worse, was medically discharged and self-medicating with alcohol plus uppers and downers to survive. Toss in a bunch of other drugs for good measure.
12. Got a call from Headley court rehabilitation centre, who stopped my discharge to “Save the Army from expensive litigations.”
13. Kept hanging on for many more years during “Rehab” of the body and mind.
14. Got locked up inn a brain injury clinic, kicked through the doors, thus they didn’t “kidnap” me for long.
15. Eventually discharged in 2011, diagnosed with complex PTSD from the years of injuries, traumas and oppressive control.
16. Completed a degree, mostly from my bed. Began trauma writing during insomnia in 2014.
17. My first book Buried at Bedlam, and my second book, BloodBorg: The Harvest, are expressions of trauma and emotions of this period.
18. Gave further service to my country and community by recruiting and teaching public services for about a decade, whilst battling trauma, the shadow people, and still, the MOD in litigations.
19. Managed and taught many educational subjects from primary up to undergraduate level.
20. Went to prison for fighting back! Might go again!
21. Continued expanding M.W. Wolf’s Megaverse of Fiction, whilst cheaters plagiarized my trauma writing- manuscripts, queries and synopsis- cutting it up Pick-N-Mixing, and feeding it into commissioned work, failing shows and talentless Shark Tank writing rooms to pass off as their own or to sell to industry giants such as Marvel, Netflix and Riot Games. All the while, I’m still fighting the MOD in litigations over 20 years later.
What part of this history suggests that I am not going to get closure and settlement of these violations at any cost by any means. I’ll change hands, I’ll learn to walk again, I’ll teach myself litigations on both sides of the water, I’ll adapt and overcome and weather the storm, then bite your fucking ankles off if I must. I will get results; I promise you that much. You fucked up and you will pay. Then I’ll move on, shake your hand, goodbye and good riddance.
I’ll continue to write and be a good father.
The Wolf is hungry, and he is coming for every violation!
Big shoutout to the many military charities who have, and continue, to support me.
Nuff Love,
