So the Bishop of Newcastle, Martin Wharton, the man whose bigotry towards people with mental health problems led to my life on earth being a complete waste of time, is to retire in August. It was this bank manager of a bishop who decided, after I had struggled back to being well enough to work, that priests who had suffered from depression, had got depression because of work related stress (regardless of what psychiatrists said about the person concerned) and so should never work as a parish priest again. He then compounded his wickedness by claiming church immunity from equal opportunity legislation, and just sacking me without any due process or redundancy package.
He then forgot about me as did the rest of the Church of England. There is somebody to help everybody in the Church of England except those who are summarily dismissed by diocesan bishops on a whim.
Therefore, although Martin Wharton will be enjoying his retirement on a full bishop's pension I have no pension to look forward to, no job, no future. I have nothing to live for and all the work I put into training to be a priest is worth nought. It was a complete waste of time. Worse than that, it led me, via the office of the Bishop of Newcastle, into hell.
He has no doubt forgotten all about me. I was just an entry in the accounts book of the diocese and my destruction simply a pragmatic decision no more momentous than choosing the colour of the toilet paper for the diocesan house loos. However, I will never forget him. His prejudice, his lack of pastoral ability, his lack of faith, made me the miserable, angry, hopeless person I am today.
Of course, I am not the only one to be disappeared by a bishop of the Church of England. There are many of us. The mentally ill, the gay, those who do not play the game, those who complain or blow the whistle. We suffer, and will die suffering, because the Church of England would rather appoint a company man with a good academic background to the episcopacy than a shepherd and because the way of the Church of England is to pretend those it lets down or hurts do not exist rather than offer them care and restoration.