#lgbtq-refugees

#lgbtq-refugees

At some point during that endless wait, the UK slowly became my home. I began to feel connections and love toward Sheffield: real, grounding affection, that I had never felt toward my hometown of Donetsk. For the first time in my life, I felt safe walking down the street. No one shouted slurs at me for being queer. No one mocked me for being autistic. No one pushed me because I looked weird.