I am being deprived of the most basic of Human Rights.

My family and the corrupt networks that they are connected to are deliberately causing me to suffer and are controlling my movements and many aspects of my life to a point where I am struggling to secure the very basic necessities of life such as a place to live and food. I am in danger. I have been made deliberately homeless, I am the clear target of multiple illegal acts which have caused and continue to cause me damage and which are seriously threatening my life. The various police and health services have both failed to act and/or acted in favour of the people who are abusing me.

Financial abuse is a very effective way of depriving a person of many human rights. Because I have been deprived of assets which rightfully belong to me and I am being prevented from working I cannot afford very basic thing, like food, the supplements that I need and a place to live. I am living in a leaky caravan, totally socially isolated with no family or friends and am being gang-staked on a daily basis.

I have no freedom of communication. All of my devices are hacked, and when I can afford a new one, I don't even bother now, because it is also hacked instantly. My calls, emails and texts are being monitored and blocked.

My property rights are constantly being ignored. I carry hard copies of the evidence that I have in a back-pack or bag with me everywhere that I go, even if it is just to bathroom for 5 minutes (as I have had evidence disappear in less than that amount of time). My caravan is not secure. Someone has broken into my caravan and poisoned my supplements.

I have no privacy. I am being recorded at all times. Actions that I take in the supposed ‘privacy’ of my caravan are reported back to me in various ways by the gang-stalkers around me. I can’t move from here as I don’t have anywhere to go and I can’t afford the petrol to get to anywhere else at the present time. I need to be very aware of my surroundings. I don’t feel safe going for a walk in nature by myself or driving on little-used roads. My safety is in being around other people, although that too obviously has its problems. The people that need me to stay silent are still recruiting people to try to ‘befriend’ me or harass me in various ways.

The people who are doing this to me have the benefit of having me in a type of jail, without having to go through the process of actually having a trial where all of the truth may come out. As of now, I have been unable to find anyone who may help me. These people wait for me to make mistakes, like leaving my heavy document bag in my locked caravan for 5 minutes so that they can steal the evidence that I have so that they can continue with their abuse or have a clear path to have me locked up for some mental illness or other.

I do not have any freedom. If I will wander off the beaten path a bit too far, it is reasonable for me to expect to be ‘disappeared’ me or for people to claim that I have committed suicide – something that I will never do, for the record. I therefore can no longer go for a walk in nature.

I am being shadow banned. I had shut down all of my social media years before the dog attack, because, unbeknownst to me, the gang-stalking was already happening to a lesser degree and, in response to this, I had become a bit of a hermit. So when it became obvious to me what was happening, I was already being shadow banned with no social media. It was my plan to expand my online presence in various ways in order to start an on-line business after my daughter left home. However, it is impossible to run an internet-based business when your emails and calls are being blocked and social media outlets are being shadow banned. Therefore I have been forced to live entirely on very meagre unemployment benefits and to seek help from charities to even afford food. Although I knew that I would need to start my platform (which includes talking about toxic family dynamics) by addressing my own, I really had no idea how beyond-toxic my family really was. Imagine waking up to all of this and then hearing that my illustrious ‘uncle Jim’ has had a bike-way named after him in Brisbane. This is gaslighting on another level.

I have turned to everyone that I can possibly think of for help. To my dismay, everyone that I have asked for help has either been involved, not believed me or been uninterested in helping me in any but the most minimal ways.

In the last three years, I have been attacked by a pack of dogs, been harassed more times and in more ways than I care to count, been poisoned, lost my home, my ability to earn an income and my reputation. I have been played, gaslit and slandered within an inch of my life and isolated from anyone who might help me. My relationship with my daughter has also been deliberately targeted and damaged by multiple people. However, if I express any human emotion about anything that has happened to me, I leave myself open to even more abuse in this way. The many people involved in tormenting me have gone to great lengths to paint a narrative of me as an insane or drug-addicted person and have a lot to lose if this narrative should not stick.

The gang-stalking, of various types is constant and exhausting on many levels.