A workers compensation “claim” under a statutory scheme ended up becoming about survival.
By June 2022, I wasn’t simply trying to resolve a workplace injury. I was trying to stop every part of my life from collapsing under the weight of a system that had failed to do what it was legally established to do.
The irony still leaves me speechless.
Workers compensation legislation exists to support workers while they recover and return safely to work.
Instead, I found myself fighting to save my employment, my income, my health… and eventually, my home.
Everything became connected.
And SIRA NSW continued to do NOTHING.
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Throughout June 2022, my emails were not really focused on ensuring rehabilitation (except for this repeated unethical coercive bullshit on the 24 June 2022 - http://mystory-myvoice.blogspot.com/2026/07/repeating-trauma-june-2022.html).
They were about settlement dates.
- Contract deadlines.
- Penalty clauses.
- Mortgage security.
- Property sales.
Whether I could settle on my new home before the vendor exercised their legal rights (the only person who seemed to have no human rights, let alone legal rights under a supposed statutory scheme, was me).
Every decision was being driven by one terrifying reality:
I had been left without the income support and return-to-work assistance I should have received years earlier.
If the workers compensation system had operated as intended, none of this should have been happening.
I wrote to my real estate agents:
“If someone makes an offer like $390,000 but can settle on or before 29 June, I’ll accept this over higher offers…”
I wasn’t chasing profit anymore.
I was trying to preserve certainty.
I needed security.
I needed one thing in my life that couldn’t be taken away.
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In another email, I tried to explain what had brought me to this point.
I wrote:
“The irony is that had employer and insurer complied with workers compensation regulations, I would never have been in this horrible situation. I’d have been back at work mid-2020 healthy and well with my dignity intact.”
That sentence still hurts to read because it was written in the middle of the crisis.
I already understood exactly what had happened.
The system that was supposed to prevent financial catastrophe had become the cause of it.
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As deadlines closed in, I became increasingly desperate.
- I instructed my lawyers to negotiate.
- I asked questions about penalty notices.
- I sought extensions.
- I approved offers.
- I accepted legal advice.
Every email reflected someone desperately trying to prevent another irreversible loss.
I even began contemplating asking my brother to become a joint owner of my new home so I could complete settlement.
I wrote:
“I’d rather my brother gain from a business transaction than I lose my secure home just as everything is about to turn around for me.”
I now realise how extraordinary that sentence really was.
An injured worker should never have to restructure their family’s financial future simply because statutory obligations were never enforced.
And little did I know then that the NSW Government regulators and other agencies were going to continue causing financial and systemic harm for several more years. How naïve of me.
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These emails communicate someone trying to solve impossible problems.
Every message is practical.
Every decision is logical.
Every option is explored.
I kept adapting because I believed that eventually someone inside the system would do their job.
I still believed compliance mattered.
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But buried amongst the practical discussions were moments where the emotional toll finally surfaced.
I wrote to my real estate agents:
“I’m avoiding my email tonight and tomorrow morning. I’m meeting up with my mum tomorrow and I’m so freaked out by daily morning distress and frustrations in emails.”
That quote says everything.
My mornings had become associated with dread.
Every new email carried another problem.
Another threat.
Another delay.
Another reminder that I was completely on my own.
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Then I wrote something that still brings me to tears.
“It’s my mum at the foot of the cross watching her child being abused and persecuted by society when she asked for help… that hurts me the most.”
That wasn’t legal language.
That wasn’t argument.
That was grief.
Not simply for myself.
For my mum.
She had watched her daughter ask for help through the proper channels.
She watched me trust the system.
She watched that trust be repaid with years of harm.
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In another email I wrote:
“The banks must comply with regulations. But the regulator for personal injury matters makes exceptions for larger organisations who commit workers compensation fraud and turn a blind eye to the insurer’s non-compliance.”
The rules seemed to apply to everyone except those with the greatest responsibility to follow them.
Every deadline imposed on me was enforced.
The statutory obligations owed to me appeared negotiable.
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These documents capture something that’s rarely spoken about.
Financial harm caused by institutional failure doesn’t stop at bank balances.
It spreads.
- It reaches your family.
- Your relationships.
- Your sense of security.
- Your health.
- Your future.
- Your ability to make decisions.
Eventually, it reaches the place every person should feel safest.
Home.
By June 2022, I wasn’t simply trying to buy a home.
I was trying to stop an avoidable institutional failure from taking yet another piece of my life.
And all the while, I still believed that once the regulators enforced compliance, everything would finally start to turn around.
I had no idea that years later I would still be waiting…
While the institutional wage theft continued.
To be continued…
Source: contemporaneous record of events - Documents 393-400.