I was surprised by my emotional response upon seeing the second batch of my file. I had anticipated that it would be a little more impacting on me than the first lot, but even still I was surprised.
Reading the staff members’ written accounts of the various events, particularly the more traumatic ones, left me with a sense of haunting nostalgia of my grip on reality being hijacked. Even though I have come to terms with this experience on many levels with the support of God and safe people, I really felt like I did four years ago when I had just finished my 12 month stint in the Sydney home. That is, mentally stranded between two polar opposite realities and captive to lies.