SCA...memories and shit like that
Pursuant to my last blog entry, I feel the need to expound upon it. Maybe even at great length! So, the Society for Creative Anachronism (SCA). I had originally joined the SCA when my kid was six, although I had attended a couple of demos that the local group had put on each year. I was too afraid to put myself out there and try something new. Until I finally did. It is through the SCA that I found my voice and broke out of my shell. I learned confidence to try new things, meet new people, and to travel to places I never would have. I also found who my friends were. In the aftermath of my banishment I learned that many of those I considered friends thought nothing of bad-mouthing me behind my back. One - and this one hurt me the hardest - took my admission of having been a drug addict several years before I joined the SCA and, despite having been clean for the several years leading up to me joining, took it upon himself to claim that money that had gone missing while in my ...