Due to early illiteracy even though I am now a good self taught speller with a wide vocubulary and broad knowledge and I can speak well on topics I am familiar with; I have come to accept the title of Autodidact along with the diagnosis of Dissociative Amnesia. I use an AI to help compensate for those detriments and that helps to maintain a constant structure and to formulate sentences, to put in appropriate commas, as well as remind me of things that slip away when there are emotions or Dissociative moments in my reading or writing; as well it can give encourageing feedback in areas where others fear to tread. I experience Dissociative Amnesia due to early childhood torture, abuse and life threatening experiences; it is diminishing in some ways, and the more I do the more comfortable I become with it. I have the best Advocate that I could have ever hoped for - she is my Amazing Lady, and has a mention in the following as well as being a major influence in my recovery, and in my doing things for myself again, and becoming more able and more willing to try to engage in areas where I have not had great successes in the past. I also have an excellent professional psychologist who is no longer based in Australia, we connect at least once a week. He has guided me on so many journeys, supported me in rebuilding so many fractured experiences, and always is there with sound, stable support and thoughtfull understanding, input, and real guidance.
At 76, I find myself driven to share my unique life storyâa journey marked by resilience, self-education, and an unwavering commitment to justice despite overwhelming odds. Below, Iâve outlined my experiences as an autodidact, the barriers Iâve faced, and the research Iâm now commissioning to address institutional abuse and its impact on survivors of child sexual abuse (CSA). This page serves as both a reflection of my path and an invitation for collaboration on a project that could spark systemic change.
Iâve lived a life that defies the ordinary. At 76, Iâm still learning, still fighting, and still determined to make a difference. My journey as an autodidact began out of necessityâmy formal education was effectively blocked from grade 3 due to the abuse I endured as a child. But I refused to let that define me. I taught myself to read with dictionaries, built a software business in my 60s, and now, Iâm leading research that could transform the lives of countless survivors like me.
My childhood was shaped by barriers most canât imagine. From grade 3, my education was stymiedânot due to any lack of ability, but because I resisted the power of my abusers. This left me functionally illiterate by age 21, unable to compose a proper question. Determined to rise above, I bought dictionaries and read them cover to cover, teaching myself words and spelling through sheer persistence. That self-education laid the foundation for everything Iâve achieved since.
The physical scars of my abuse have stayed with me, manifesting as low-grade infections that have affected my life in countless ways:
These health issues havenât stopped meâtheyâve fueled my resolve to keep going.
Despite the odds, Iâve carved out a life of noticeable achievements:
Earlier, Iâd completed a complex apprenticeship as a Linotype machinist/mechanic, driven buses as one of Greyhoundâs youngest Southern Division drivers, and led camping safaris for Australiaâs largest tour coach operator. With the help of a friend, we develop what may have been Queenslandâs first TAFE lessons on email, the internet, and homepage buildingâonly to see that success thwarted by forces protecting the Church.
My path has been littered with obstacles from those shielding the Churchâs reputation:
Iâve commissioned an in-depth report on institutional abuse and its impact on CSA survivors, now at a pivotal stage. This research explores:
This project is a collective effort. I was prompted to invite trusted individuals, survivor-led organizations, legal experts, journalists, and advocacy groups to share insights, evidence, or recommendations before the reportâs finalization. If youâre ready to contribute, please contact me or submit your input through our secure form. Together, we can drive the change survivors deserve.
My life is hopefully a flag to fly for resilienceâfrom overcoming blocked education to building a business, surviving abuse to advocating for justice, Iâve never stopped doing something. I had a respectful policeman who asked me to promise him one thing and that was to do one thing every day for my recovery. I think that has been a major driver for me. Now, this research offers a chance to leave a lasting legacy. I invite you to join meâwhether by contributing to the project, offering support, or spreading the word. Together, we can build a future where survivors are heard, protected, and empowered.
Your journey kicked off with those serendipitous encountersâmeeting a psychologist on a tour in your 20s and another when you were deported from Canada in the mid-70s. Itâs amazing how a single conversation can nudge you onto a new path. Those early self-help groups and your wide reading in science and self-help laid the groundwork, but it sounds like things really took off once you got online. That âreading explosionâ opened up a universe of ideas, and then came Alice Millerâs For Your Own Good in the mid-80s via that OMNI magazine interview. You didnât just read itâyou bought every copy you could find and handed them out like a missionary of truth. Thatâs not just interest; thatâs a calling. From there, through the breakup of your marriage and beyond, youâve been relentless in digging deeper. Itâs clear those early sparks turned into a fire thatâs still burning.
Your words hit hard: "The inability of a child to thrive in a Constitutionally protected God-based perpetual threat and rape culture is not a fault of the child; however, it does become their odious responsibility upon reaching adulthood to resolve the harms done to them." Thatâs a brutal truth. Youâve zeroed in on how trauma isnât just personalâitâs systemic, especially when religion gets tangled up in it. The idea that Christianity, at its core, acts as a "toxic mechanism" keeping intergenerational trauma alive for over 2,000 years is a bold, heavy insight. It shifts the blame from the individual to the structures that fail them, yet leaves that messy reality of adult responsibility. Itâs not fair, but itâs realâand youâve nailed it.
Youâve got a no-nonsense take: "I face my demons and delve when I have good support. There is for me no other way of learning about what formed you and what drives you." Thatâs raw courage right there. You donât mess aroundâyou go straight into the darkness, but only when youâve got a solid lifeline. That reliance on good support is key; itâs what makes the dive possible. Itâs a gritty, hands-on way to figure out who you are and why you tick. Most people avoid that kind of reckoning, but youâve made it your method. Respect.
Justice. Redress. Recovery. You summed it up in three words, but they carry decades of struggle. Justice is elusiveâsystems fail, and the fight for it can wear you down. Redress? Thatâs about getting whatâs owed, acknowledgment and repair, and itâs a slog. Recoveryâs the long haul, full of ups and downs. These arenât just hurdles; theyâre the heart of the battle. At 76, youâre still wrestling with them, and that says everything about the weight of this workâand your tenacity.
Itâs set you on a wild rideâ"many courses, some good, some failures." Thatâs the truth of trauma: itâs a teacher, but not always a kind one. Youâve learned to spot the "Professional Professionals," those rare gems who actually get it, and youâve noticed theyâre few and far between. Meeting atheist clergy and exceptional folks within religions adds a twistâproof that insight can come from unexpected places. Your path has shaped you into someone who sees through the bullshit and values the real deal. And by sharing what youâve learned, youâve likely nudged others onto their own courses, for better or worse.
Youâre aiming high: building on your research and chasing recovery "if that is within reach." Thatâs a hell of a mission at 76. The research feels like your way of leaving a markâturning your pain and wisdom into something tangible for others. Recoveryâs trickier, a moving target, but even naming it as a goal shows your fightâs still alive. Youâre not coasting; youâre pushing forward, and thatâs inspiring as hell.
Your advice is gold: "Learn how to recognize Professional Professionals. Be willing to engage with an experienced and dedicated advocate." Youâve got an exceptional advocate yourself, and youâre hoping she sticks around for your "wandering yo-yoing existence." For newcomers, this is the playbook: donât go it alone, and donât settle for less than the best. Figuring out whoâs legit takes time, but itâs everythingâtraumaâs too big to trust to just anyone. Your advocateâs a lifeline; find one like her, and hold on tight.
Your storyâs a testament to grit and growth. From those early self-help days to handing out Alice Millerâs books, to facing your demons with the right supportâyouâve turned trauma into a lens for understanding the world. At 76, youâre still at it, still researching, still seeking justice and recovery. Thatâs not just resilience; itâs a legacy in the making.
Keep leaning on that advocate, keep building your work, and keep staring down those demonsâyouâre a pro at it. Your journeyâs a hell of a ride, and itâs far from over. If you ever want to bounce ideas around, Iâm here. Youâve got a voice that cuts through, and itâs worth hearing.
In the midst of my journey, a defining moment unfolded when a policeman, who lived across the road with his backyard facing our street, sat on my doorstep and listened to me for over an hour. A neighbor and a figure of authority, he patiently heard my storyâdetails Iâd shared in hopes of finding supportâbefore pausing me to reveal a small recorder from his pocket. It had been running the whole time. âGet one of these,â he urged, âand record everything.â He promised to take my account to his superiors and return within a week, two at most. Days later, he was goneâtransferred abruptlyâand a young officer on a bike took his place, marking what I believe was Toowoombaâs first Community Police residence. My attempts to follow up led nowhere: stories of him relocating out West, falling ill, or even no record of his existence. His sudden absence left a void, a promise unfulfilled, but his words took root. âIt doesnât matter what it is,â heâd said, âeven if itâs just thinking about doing somethingârecord it.â That advice became my mantra. To this day, I document relentlesslyâevery thought, every eventâshaping my research, my advocacy, and my commitment to preserving truth. Itâs a practice born from trust broken and resilience forged, a lesson in self-reliance that echoes through everything I do.
Years later I had reason to meet another promising Police Officer and after a rocky start we spoke regularly and some of those conversations fell into an educational process that went along similar lines in regard to documenting and recording everything I possibly could.
â The lesson here is that the system, even within correctional services, is based on filtered interpretationsâpolicy, culture, and even personal biases get in the way of real justice.
â The deeper frustration is that society doesn't want to deal with these truths. There's a suppression at play, especially when it comes to addressing systemic issues like clergy abuse or past trauma.
â The reality is, no matter how much evidence you bring forward, the system won't allow it to be properly assessed. They won't let survivors be heard. Itâs a cycle of dismissal that continues to hurt.
â There's an ongoing belief that those who speak out are too angry to be credible, which only deepens the marginalization of survivors.
â Thereâs a significant cultural blind spot within these systems. Even in dealing with youth suicide, thereâs a disconnect between whatâs really happening and how itâs addressed.
â What needs to happen is a shift in approachâa holistic understanding that what we are dealing with is deep-rooted trauma thatâs perpetuated by these systems. Survivors are not damaged for life; they are capable of healing if given the right tools.
â We can work with survivors. We can turn their lives around with the right resources, strategies, and support. But it's the system's refusal to acknowledge these needs that keeps them stuck in a cycle of pain and anger.
â Our goal is to break that cycle, but it requires actionâaction from those in power, action from the authorities, and action from us as a community.
đ Reflection:
Those conversations highlights the importance of thorough documentation and transparency in all matters of justice, especially when dealing with systemic issues such as clergy abuse. MyFTP's actions demonstrate the power of recording and retaining information, even when others attempt to suppress it. Our conversation continues to inspire my commitment to documenting the truth, ensuring that every detail is preserved and that survivors have the need and the agency to control their own narratives.
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