I Asked St. George PAC to Stop the Harm. My Distress Became the Target - January 2023

In December 2022, at a walk against gender-based violence, I approached Superintendent Rohan Cramsie because I needed to speak with him about serious, continuing harm. I needed someone to listen, examine my records and help prevent further harm to me and my family.

See:

Part One: They Walked Against Gender Violence. I Was There Begging to Be Kept Safe - November 2022

The meeting subsequently arranged with Crimes Manager Robert Allison felt like tokenism. A meaningful opportunity to report what was happening required time to explain the circumstances and attention to the evidence. Without either, how could the seriousness of what I was reporting be understood?

See:

Women’s Safety on the Stage. Silence When I Asked to Be Heard - December 2022

I Was Competing With a Watch. I Needed Someone to Listen - December 2022

The harm continued as the new year began.

I was trying to communicate the consequences of prolonged workplace harm and the failure of institutions to protect me. I wanted to recover and return safely to the work I had done for two decades. Instead, each attempt to obtain help seemed to expose me to further distress.

On 17 January 2023, I wrote to police:

“I need to be heard and supported so I start to heal from this trauma.”

That was the point of my repeated contact. I was asking for protection, practical help and attention to what was causing the harm.

By 21–22 January, I was again trying to communicate how deeply the responses to me were affecting my safety and dignity. I contacted Robert Allison because I needed him to understand that the situation was getting worse. The acknowledgements and referrals I received didn’t amount to the substantive response I needed.

My distress became the focus while its causes remained unresolved.

There’s something profoundly wrong when a person becomes frightened of seeking help from those responsible for protecting them. My fear and anger needed to be understood in context. They didn’t erase my evidence or diminish my right to be heard.

The strain also reached my family. I carried concern for their wellbeing alongside my own, and the pressure caused further distress.

At the December event, the police stand had pamphlets about keeping your home safe. I later returned that material. After police had broken my door, I felt violated and less safe in my own home. Sending the pamphlet back expressed my anger and the painful distance between the safety being promoted publicly and the experience I was living.

See:

When Even Home Wasn’t Safe - June 2022

My attempts to warn Superintendent Cramsie about further harm feel bitterly ironic—as though asking for protection had somehow become an invitation to escalate it. It was never an invitation. I was trying to prevent it.

I’m a professional who has spent years organising the records and explaining the connections. I shouldn’t have had to keep proving that I deserved to be listened to.

I asked St George Police to stop the harm. Their response compounded it.

I wanted my evidence examined, my dignity respected and my family protected. Those requests deserved more than a meeting that left the substance unheard.

Source: contemporaneous record of events - Documents 625, 628, 633-635, 645 & 647.

I am frightened and writing my story publicly for my safety, after exhausting the avenues reasonably available to obtain protection. I want the harm to stop so I can recover safely in my job.