19 April 2022
By April 2022, I had already sent countless emails pleading for intervention, safety, accountability and support. I had contacted regulators, unions, insurers, SafeWork NSW, SIRA NSW, legal representatives, university executives, and my local electorate office. I kept trying because I genuinely believed that if the right people finally understood the seriousness of what was happening, someone would step in before everything collapsed completely.
Instead, I found myself writing yet another email to the Kogarah electorate office. Again.
This was a worker in crisis trying to survive what had become systemic institutional failure.
In this email, I wrote to my local MP, now Premier, Chris Minns, and his electorate officer, Cheryl Han. I also included a now-retired professor from my university community, someone my family had known and respected for many years. He was genuinely concerned by how distressed I had become. His response was a lifeline of humanity at a time when I felt abandoned by almost every institution I had turned to for help. While others responded with silence, indifference or procedural deflection, he responded with kindness. I remain deeply grateful for that. He embodied the mission and identity the university professes to uphold — one grounded in compassion, dignity and care for others — values that had been painfully absent from my experience for far too long.
I explained that I understood how busy the electorate office was during an election period, but I also explained something else: that people had stopped listening to me long before this point.
When institutions stop listening to someone reporting harm, danger, legal breaches and psychological deterioration, the consequences become catastrophic.
I wrote:
“Not listening is the greatest disrespect to the dignity of the human person.”
That sentence mattered greatly to me, because the university constantly spoke publicly about dignity, ethics, mission and community. Yet behind the scenes, I was experiencing the complete opposite.
By this stage, I was no longer speaking only about psychological harm. I was speaking openly about financial devastation and survival. I explained that if I lost my home because of unlawful conduct and failures within the workers compensation system, I would not survive it.
I also wrote about my family, that they had become collateral damage, being dragged into something they never asked to be part of. (None of us did. What I had asked for was a psychosocially safe work environment). I described the humiliation, privacy violations, intimidation and distress that spread beyond me and into the people I loved most.
One of the deepest wounds was what this institutional abuse did to us. We had already lost my father to suicide years earlier.
Grief had already existed in our family.
This process intensified it.
What I kept trying to explain to people was that this was never just about a compensation dispute. It was about human beings. It was about the consequences of institutional power being exercised without humanity, accountability or safeguards.
I also made something else very clear in this email — something that remains critically important now.
It was never the responsibility of TAL to carry the burden that belonged under the statutory workers compensation scheme.
The responsibility sat with Catholic Church Insurance and the workers compensation system that was supposed to regulate and enforce compliance.
I repeatedly tried to explain this to regulators.
I repeatedly tried to explain that my legally binding Injury Management Plan had not been implemented by insurer and employer.
I repeatedly tried to explain that there had been failures in return-to-work obligations, failures in communication with treating practitioners, failures in support, failures in coordination, and failures in basic compliance obligations.
And yet, instead of enforcement, I experienced silence.
Or worse — procedural deflection.
By this stage, I was openly describing what the environment around me felt like:
“the creepy feeling of incivility, hostility and mobbing”
When every door you knock on is shut, especially the doors of organisations whose role is to protect workers and enforce the law, something happens psychologically to a person.
You stop feeling like a citizen.
You stop feeling protected by the system.
You start feeling disposable.
Perhaps the most heartbreaking section of this email was where I wrote about what I believed was the only thing that could save my life above everything:
“The answer is reinstatement and continuity as though [this] never happened.”
Restoration.
I wanted my life back.
I wanted my career back.
I wanted the safety, dignity and continuity that should never have been taken from me in the first place.
I also acknowledged someone who had treated me professionally and ethically during the early stages of my claim — the initial case manager from Catholic Church Insurance. I wrote that her professionalism likely saved my life before she was removed as my case manager and never replaced.
This story has always been about accountability where accountability was required.
And by 19 April 2022, I was still begging people to intervene before the damage became irreversible.
At the end of the email, I listed the legislation I believed had been violated, including workers compensation legislation, work health and safety legislation, anti-discrimination laws, privacy laws and fraud provisions.
But underneath all the legislation, all the legal terminology, all the policies and all the procedures, the message itself was painfully simple.
Please listen.
Please act.
Please stop this before I lose everything.
And still, the notices continued…
…And so did the institutionalised wage theft…
Source: contemporaneous record of events - Document 308.