James Peterson

Age: 60

I first became homeless when I left the army following two spells in Northern Ireland. I suppose I had (have) what is now called PTSD, but it wasn’t a thing then.

To cope with what I saw I drank, and kept drinking. I’m now an alcoholic. It has cost me jobs, my home and a lovely wife.

One day I hope to have a little place I can call my own. Nothing fancy, just somewhere to feel safe, warm and dry with no worries about being abused. I can’t see that happening. Theres not much help for people like me, is there. People don’t want to know. I’d like to work, but with no home it is impossible. I’m not a scrounger, whatever people think. I served my country. I feel let down now that I need help.