The hidden, silent epidemic, wounding our children, scarring families and killing partners. We see the end result on television, and picture the scene we have once viewed in a movie. The partner arrives home, after visiting the pub, his dinner is set down in front of him. "What's this muck?" he yells, before throwing the... Continue Reading →
I was asked to go to one of the largest police stations in Sydney, and give a presentation last week. A friend of mine was running an investigator's course, and wanted to give her students new perspective on what it is like on the other side. I looked through the Charter of Victims Rights-devised in... Continue Reading →