Hi everyone,I am writing this post following a request from a fellow
member to know more about me. I do not wish to hi-jack another post so
have started this one.I am fifty years old and the father of five.
Divorced twice and in a few other relations...
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Hi everyone,I am writing this post following a request from a fellow
member to know more about me. I do not wish to hi-jack another post so
have started this one.I am fifty years old and the father of five.
Divorced twice and in a few other relationships over the years. My
friends sometimes joke that I am looking for my next ex.I am an honest
man and try very hard to be a good person, a good partner (when in a
relationship) and a good dad. My life is not extraordinary and I am
starting to realise how far too many people have far too much trauma in
their lives. Is this our evolved society?I grew up in a housing
commission house with my mum and younger sister. Dad left mum when my
sister was born and I was a barely a year old. He was never in my life.
His bother (we are good wogs!) did his bit to fill the void and to this
day he is the closest thing to a dad I have ever know and I love him
dearly. My dad died a few years ago but I did not grieve for him. I did
not know him. His brother told me of his death and was crying when he
told me. I was upset that my uncle was upset but not that my dad had
died! Mum was never very mentally stable but did her best. We were poor
and mum never did drugs or booze or gambled. I love my mum but as a
parent I struggle with her parenting style and we are not close these
days.I was the "man" of the house since I was about fourteen and I guess
I just continued that caring role until I ended up taking on the
ultimate responsibility - caring for the community. I joined the
Police.My career path started at Darlinghurst, then Redfern, later I was
a radio dispatcher and 000 telephonist. I worked at Fairfield when we
had the highest murder rate in Australia (late 1980's) and Green Valley,
Campbelltown, Campsie, Ashfield and Granville. I was mostly operational
and in uniform and working alone. (More common than you might think.) I
have been physically threatened with death many times. I have arrested
dozens of people at gunpoint, sometimes at the point where I was
applying trigger pressure before the offender surrendered. I have talked
three people out of suicide.Twice people have died in my arms. I have
been assaulted more times than I can even remember. I have seen babies
and children suffer in ways many cannot imagine. I have taken statements
from victims of sexual assault that have suffered in ways most could not
imagine. After over thirty serious work injuries and a good dose of
PTSD, I was pensioned off from my career and a job I was lucky enough to
have loved for the time I was in it.In my personal life my third
daughter died of SIDS at the age of eight weeks. It led to the breakdown
of my second marriage. As a direct result I do not even see my
subsequent daughter as my ex wife cannot stand to have her away from her
and has forbidden her from seeing me. It is a form of child abuse and it
certainly messes with my head, but at the end of the day my daughter is
being denied a loving father because her mother cannot cope with her own
issues.I have always liked the company of ladies but it took me until I
was forty two to find "the one". She was and is the love of my life but
has her own anxiety issues and after three years of a sort-of-normal
relationship I spent a further four clinging to what was a dying
relationship in which I think she loved me but could not control her
anxiety over other issues. She dumped me last year. I do not think I
even knew what true love of woman was until she came along and now I
feel I have nothing to give another woman because she still has my
heart, even though we are no longer together. My addiction? I guess
so.Anyway, that is my life in a nutshell. I fight every day to battle my
depression and I won't give up. I have four other children that love me
and need me. I have a new grand daughter who is so beautiful that I
still cannot suppress a smile every time I open my mobile phone - she is
my screen saver! I may drink a bottle of spirits tonight, or not. I may
go to the gym tomorrow, or not. I may have a minute or two of euphoria
interspersed with the general depression, or I may not.I still have
dreams. I like to write and have been published. One day I will write
that best seller. One day I will live on a hundred acres out of Sydney
and feed chickens and muck around in my man shed. There is always
someone worse off and I will do my best. Part of my inspiration is this
site, and many of you will never know how much strength I draw from your
posts, but I thank you one and all. I wish you success, such that it is,
in your own lives.Thanks for reading.John.
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