This report has taken me 30 years to write and not even my family knows. I have been foolishly too proud to confide in anyone.
In recent months, there have been reports in the media about the numbers of Australian ex-servicemen who suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) and commit suicide.
I had been a serviceman for 22 years and left the army in 1992 diagnosed with PTSD not through military service but through the horrific events that smashed me down in the 1980s.
I was executor of my mother's will in 2001 with my younger brother and bore the brunt of the hatred and selfishness of my two neurotic sisters who hated each other but turned on the executor of their mother's will.
They had caused her death by years of stress forced upon her. Then they turned on me.
From the stress I contracted shingles that lasted for almost 4 months and confined me to bed away from my job. It was the result of hideous stress pushed on me by my sisters. I still feel shingles pain.
From the stress I contracted shingles that lasted for almost 4 months and confined me to bed away from my job. It was the result of hideous stress pushed on me by my sisters. I still feel shingles pain.
The main horror came in 1986. Over the 8 years I had lived with my family at Lara and posted to the RAAF School of Languages at Point Cook. I became involved in community affairs to the point that people sought me out to be Chairman of community organizations,
I was President of the parish council, secretary of the Lara branch of the ALP, president of the local environment action group and president of the St Anthony's church school.
Then the wheels fell off my peaceful life when the Victorian Labor Government announced plans to build the Barwon Correction Centre at the outskirts of the town. People looked to me to lead the opposition as secretary of the local ALP branch.
But I could not do that. Pentridge prison was out of the 1800s with granite walls to be replaced by the Barwon prison.
The town was divided into supporters and haters. Most ALP supporters accepted the prison as a humane response to penal reform. The prison houses the gang land members betrayed by lawyer X.
But the hatred fell on me in the community and church as secretary of the local party branch. I was attacked in the street by strangers. I was abused by so many former friends. I needed to get away.
I had slowly became sick over 2 years and found I could not work in my job as a senior army officer. The army allowed members to serve in community activities.
My commanding officer sent me to medical treatment and eventually had me posted to Sydney for specialist support unknown to my family. I was unwilling to talk about PTSD as I had not been to war. There was no war in the 1970s and 80s. But I find out now that other people facing all kinds of trauma can suffer too outside of combat.
During that time, I decided to take 2 months leave in Papua New Guinea. I was away from my family who had given me very little support and even hostility. I had spent my life raising my family and allotted my pay 100% to my wife who gave me money when I needed it.
My children grew up to be professionals after attending private schools and who now earn far more money than I had ever seen.
My wife was the Deputy Principal of a Catholic school soon to be posted to Euchuca as Principal. We have lost contact. When I stopped telling her daily that I loved her, it all stopped.
My PTSD grew worse and I found myself unable to work as a senior officer in my unit. So I retired and came to Papua New Guinea on a very basic pension that keeps me in poverty to this day. My children in Australia have never contacted me and never offered to help me.
I stayed in PNG and very lonely with my PTSD becoming worse. I met a lady after 6 years who did not help by being HIV positive and gave the virus to our son.
I did not know what to do. I was ill and facing the worst stress of my life. I decided to overcome my own problems by helping other people with HIV. I formed an organization AIDS Holistics and settled into supporting my family until they died in 2002 and 2003.
My peace did not last as I fell foul of the gay and lesbian looney activists of AusAID and the UN who set about vilifying and hating me on the basis of their anti-family neo-Marxism.
They helped me to reject the socialist ideology that was moving too far to the communist left in the world. I was a middle Australian which placed me as a conservative liberal.
The lesbian loonies in the Papua New Guinea HIV/AIDS campaign attempted to murder me after being found guilty of "child molesting" by kangaroo court. I was saved at the last minute from being cut to pieces by village men with bush knives.
There are now reports of kangaroo courts at the University of Sydney where men are being held to account for so-called rape culture. This is looney leftist culture.
But over the years, I became stronger and managed to keep my head above water despite fake accusations of being a child molester. I would not let foreign paedophiles push me down and destroy my family.
But the family message won the day and I fought myself into strong health. I still have PTSD but can control my life through a focus on FAMILY and FAITH. I know I have made a difference in Papua New Guinea.
I have two daughters in PNG who look after me. I protected the nation from the Australian loony neo-marxist activists seeking to destroy families.
The loonies have been intimidated into silence by this website. They know that if they attack me, I will tear their balls off ..... slowly ..... even the lesbians. You never know these days.
My only worry is my ex-wife in Australia who would have retired by now and lives on a pension that I hope is enough for her. I hope that my Australian children are looking after her and my younger son who is moderately disabled but a lawyer by profession. I see her on Google as an educational consultant in the Catholic church.
I live very quietly in this country in a modest 3 bedroom house but cannot afford a car. I am ill and hope to see my three grandsons into their teenage years. My intellect is sharper than ever and I can write detailed reports on most subjects.
The town was divided into supporters and haters. Most ALP supporters accepted the prison as a humane response to penal reform. The prison houses the gang land members betrayed by lawyer X.
But the hatred fell on me in the community and church as secretary of the local party branch. I was attacked in the street by strangers. I was abused by so many former friends. I needed to get away.
I had slowly became sick over 2 years and found I could not work in my job as a senior army officer. The army allowed members to serve in community activities.
My commanding officer sent me to medical treatment and eventually had me posted to Sydney for specialist support unknown to my family. I was unwilling to talk about PTSD as I had not been to war. There was no war in the 1970s and 80s. But I find out now that other people facing all kinds of trauma can suffer too outside of combat.
During that time, I decided to take 2 months leave in Papua New Guinea. I was away from my family who had given me very little support and even hostility. I had spent my life raising my family and allotted my pay 100% to my wife who gave me money when I needed it.
My children grew up to be professionals after attending private schools and who now earn far more money than I had ever seen.
My wife was the Deputy Principal of a Catholic school soon to be posted to Euchuca as Principal. We have lost contact. When I stopped telling her daily that I loved her, it all stopped.
My PTSD grew worse and I found myself unable to work as a senior officer in my unit. So I retired and came to Papua New Guinea on a very basic pension that keeps me in poverty to this day. My children in Australia have never contacted me and never offered to help me.
I stayed in PNG and very lonely with my PTSD becoming worse. I met a lady after 6 years who did not help by being HIV positive and gave the virus to our son.
I did not know what to do. I was ill and facing the worst stress of my life. I decided to overcome my own problems by helping other people with HIV. I formed an organization AIDS Holistics and settled into supporting my family until they died in 2002 and 2003.
My peace did not last as I fell foul of the gay and lesbian looney activists of AusAID and the UN who set about vilifying and hating me on the basis of their anti-family neo-Marxism.
They helped me to reject the socialist ideology that was moving too far to the communist left in the world. I was a middle Australian which placed me as a conservative liberal.
The lesbian loonies in the Papua New Guinea HIV/AIDS campaign attempted to murder me after being found guilty of "child molesting" by kangaroo court. I was saved at the last minute from being cut to pieces by village men with bush knives.
There are now reports of kangaroo courts at the University of Sydney where men are being held to account for so-called rape culture. This is looney leftist culture.
But over the years, I became stronger and managed to keep my head above water despite fake accusations of being a child molester. I would not let foreign paedophiles push me down and destroy my family.
But the family message won the day and I fought myself into strong health. I still have PTSD but can control my life through a focus on FAMILY and FAITH. I know I have made a difference in Papua New Guinea.
I have two daughters in PNG who look after me. I protected the nation from the Australian loony neo-marxist activists seeking to destroy families.
The loonies have been intimidated into silence by this website. They know that if they attack me, I will tear their balls off ..... slowly ..... even the lesbians. You never know these days.
My only worry is my ex-wife in Australia who would have retired by now and lives on a pension that I hope is enough for her. I hope that my Australian children are looking after her and my younger son who is moderately disabled but a lawyer by profession. I see her on Google as an educational consultant in the Catholic church.
I live very quietly in this country in a modest 3 bedroom house but cannot afford a car. I am ill and hope to see my three grandsons into their teenage years. My intellect is sharper than ever and I can write detailed reports on most subjects.
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