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Home was not safe, the streets were not safe either. I knew it was only a matter of time before I ended up in the same situation as my Mum.

My earliest memories as a child, don’t start until about 9 years old. And those memories are violence of my Dad, and not just me but Dad was a very violent man with my siblings.

Most of my childhood years were with the extended family. My mum, my nana, my aunties, uncles and cousins. We all used to get together and they used to have drink ups and country music do’s and just be drinking their brains out.

My dad had the ability to create an atmosphere of fear in the home. He would be angry with our Mum and then there was an argument and screaming, then my Dad hitting my Mum - my Mum fighting back and then silence.