So, I did.
A clipping newspaper at the time of raping of Gilmore Susie.
As I walked around the surroundings, I found a woman in his garden. She had her husband and take me to the police station.
When I told the police what happened, they didn’t believe me. They thought I were out with my friend – not I had one. The more I said, less they believed me. So I stopped talking. I went to myself; I guess you could call you catatonic.
I was put in a juvenile detention center. After five days, I was released in my parents’ care. There was no explanation or apology. The police only said: “Be a good girl”.
When we returned BeachBon, I was dumped. People would avoid me, you wouldn’t talk, even the people I thought were friends. When I came back to school, it was the same. The other kids have you gotten me and wanted to know all shouts details. It was so bad the principal put me in a taxi and I sent home. I have never turned.
The processes were late that year, a separate process for each man. I had to take the stand every time, and I had to see men again. I was frightened. I felt shame and ugly.
The raping had a ripple effect in my family. My mother didn’t know about doing. I think my father felt guilty. I wouldn’t talk to me, nor mystress my siblings.
Susie Gilmore
The following months, have been found guilty. One has received 23 years, one has nine years and third five years. I was lodged but also angry to the differences in their sentences.
The raping had a ripple effect in my family. My mother didn’t know about doing. I think my father felt guilty. I wouldn’t talk to me, nor mystress my siblings.
I am told that you will split the first man who was kind and look at the city hemen, and that’s what I did in 1970. My husband and I was born for some years, then to compire. Marriage ended in divorce. What happened to me played his part.
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I spent a long time dealing with great emotions. I had nightmaver, I woke up sweat, I sink the mood moods. Slept with a knife under my pillow for years. I am afraid of being alone. I’m jumping in strong noises, or if someone has come back to me.
In 2000, I have been diagnosed with PTSD after I have finally seeing a doctor who didn’t take my symptoms. I was put on medication, that helps. But many people don’t understand PTSD, so I’m good to put a mask.
After years of talking about what happened, a few years ago, I was invited by the principal of a local school to share my story. It was hard but I am so happy I was done. It helped me and made a difference to children, too.
The next week I received a box of letters from students tell me how good and I rend it. A letter said: “I hope you heal. Your story opened your eyes.” This really touches my heart.
Spread my story with them, and here, I want others to take a living. I’m 73 right now, and my experience is busy as well. But I have learned to live in the present and take every day as it comes. The good or evil.
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