There's a long list of stuff that I could elaborate on for The Pepper Pod.
As a disabled person, I wasn't allowed to bring my service dog. I stayed up until 2 a.m. There was no handrail for me to go downstairs and I had to walk on my bum to get to the basement. I was asked to cook my own supper at night and clean up afterwards, after sitting down for hours and hours. I stopped one of the meetings because the lady next to me had had a hysterectomy just two weeks prior. They wanted to continue with the program.
I don't think the goal was to create a women's centre, especially if I go on the Internet and see a whole bunch of Legion guys there. I don't feel safe there anymore. It's like if you bring some Taliban to a boys' club in Valcartier. Do you know what I mean?
There's some stuff that is not considered safe. There's a program, a 24-hour workshop, concerning sexual misconduct. I wouldn't do that workshop at all because that is such a complex PTSD trauma to even dare open. You leave the cohort, and what then? You're still in it. Memories are coming up.
It's extremely dangerous for the health of the veteran depending on where they are in their journey.