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complaint sent
Nov. 24th, 2015 03:38 pmI just emailed that abuse complaint to the City Council, with a CC: to ACON. We'll see what happens.
Abuse at Library
Nov. 24th, 2015 07:05 amI was at University House yesterday (in the Newcastle CBD) doing some printing. Afterwards I walked up the hill to the Library. Was feeling hot and my asthma was playing up, and desperately needed to urinate, so I went to the Women's toilet and used the disabled cubicle there. Then I got an asthma attack, and was having trouble breathing (left my breather at home).
Anyway I heard the door open and a woman's voice say "WE'VE HEARD A REPORT THAT THERE'S A MAN IN HERE. WE NORMALLY KEEP THE TOILETS SEPARATED TO PREVENT RAPE AND ATTACKS, AND PROSTITUTION, SO DON'T USE THESE TOILETS THANK YOU!"
I was trying to breath at the time and could feel a panic attack coming on, so I said nothing. When I could breath again, I opened the cubicle and no one was there. I briefly went to the library but was upset and disturbed by what just happened. I borrowed a DVD and started to walk away, with this spinning about in my head, and then I GOT ANGRY. I walked back in and asked one of the staff if any of the library staff had gone into the woman's to check on anything in the last ten minutes, He checked (somehow) and said there hadn't been. I told him I'd been "sworn at" and left it at that. But it's been disturbed me all day.
The issue was: Should I follow up with the library? Make a complaint. I didn't see who said what was said, but the staff member did say they had video surveillance in the toilets so they could tell who it was.
But then I got home, and the dogs were there to welcome me, and the edge of the despair was gone. I think I need to think things through today, and that I will make an OFFICIAL COMPLAINT to the library over yesterday's incident. After the stupidity I faced over toilets when I was public servant, I'm not going to fucking take crap over this any more.
Anyway I heard the door open and a woman's voice say "WE'VE HEARD A REPORT THAT THERE'S A MAN IN HERE. WE NORMALLY KEEP THE TOILETS SEPARATED TO PREVENT RAPE AND ATTACKS, AND PROSTITUTION, SO DON'T USE THESE TOILETS THANK YOU!"
I was trying to breath at the time and could feel a panic attack coming on, so I said nothing. When I could breath again, I opened the cubicle and no one was there. I briefly went to the library but was upset and disturbed by what just happened. I borrowed a DVD and started to walk away, with this spinning about in my head, and then I GOT ANGRY. I walked back in and asked one of the staff if any of the library staff had gone into the woman's to check on anything in the last ten minutes, He checked (somehow) and said there hadn't been. I told him I'd been "sworn at" and left it at that. But it's been disturbed me all day.
The issue was: Should I follow up with the library? Make a complaint. I didn't see who said what was said, but the staff member did say they had video surveillance in the toilets so they could tell who it was.
. . .
I had an "almost suicidal" moment this morning as I went for a brisk walk this morning by myself. The exercise was good but it brought up thoughts and feelings about the abuse at the library yesterday. And then I had all these other feelings come rushing in at me, of exhaustion, of feeling unhealthy and overweight, of feeling isolated physically. All came out in hysterical tears.But then I got home, and the dogs were there to welcome me, and the edge of the despair was gone. I think I need to think things through today, and that I will make an OFFICIAL COMPLAINT to the library over yesterday's incident. After the stupidity I faced over toilets when I was public servant, I'm not going to fucking take crap over this any more.
A man and woman turned up on my doorstep this morning. She said she was the mother of one of the boys and wanted to know why the police were called. I woke Kevin up and we talked to them. She wanted to know about the rock throwing incident from last month, about the video footage and about what happened last night.
They left saying they were going to check things out at the chip shop and contact the Police. I'm making three DVD copies of the video footage + viewers: one to give to the police (if need be); one for me; and a spare for Kevin to keep just in case.
We'll see what happens, but the woman (and man) looked hard but sensible, so there's hope (I hope).
Kevin Threatened
Jun. 20th, 2009 06:20 pmKevin was just threatened it seems by the same youths that threw rocks at me. The Police are here now to take his and Michelle's statements.
Wankers in cars
May. 24th, 2009 08:38 pmWent to the chip shop earlier with the dogs. Apart from Hallie pulling me over in the mud twice, I caught a "YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" shouted at me by a passing car. Oddly I wasn't so much upset as annoyed. It just identifies them as wankers and cowards.
Delay on obtaining video
May. 16th, 2009 09:50 amAfter the rock throwing incident last night I went back this morning to get copies of the CCTV footage. However, Heather, who knows how to work the system, wasn't there. I'll be going back at 5pm when she's there (and taking hallie with me).
Bus Travel can Suck
May. 8th, 2008 07:01 pmI am still angry and upset, even 20-30 minutes later.
I got accosted on the bus coming home with a full load of shopping by three young drunks. First fucking words - "Hey, that's really a guy!" I had my mobile phone radio on and pretended to not hear them, but maybe I shouldn't. Maybe I should have just stood up and demanded an apology.
Seriously, I think I have a major anger problem.
I kept having visions of how nice it would be to stab them or bash their brains in with a kosh. When I lived in Carrington there was a group of youths who used to run up and kick my door in as they passed. One day I had a bit of forewarning about this and chased one of them with my kitchen knife. On other occasions I've chased teenage kids down the street with the axle off a wheelie bin. The rage just welled up in me.
I have a history of grand mal epilepsy and it it occurs to me that tendency towards violence might be influenced by that. I really don't know, but I'm sick and fucking tired of no brain wanker fuck wits taking it upon themselves to abuse me. Despite the fact that these feelings of rage scare me, the next one gets an eye gouged out (maybe).
They broadcast it (the bastards)
Aug. 1st, 2007 08:13 pmSBS TV had a short segment about the Filipino prison that has it's prisoner's rehearse scenes from Michael Jackson's Thriller. The thing is that the warden videoed this and put a copy on YouTube (or somebody did)!
That sounds sort of cute, but I listened to HACK yesterday, and they had a segment about this (starts at about 8 minutes on this pod cast from the 31st). There was testimony from someone from who went to that prison and witnessed these. It seems that rather than welcome this, most of the prisoners are forced to do it. Quote:
"...I have never seen such a large and unhappy people - they were dancing like automations, and they were deeply deeply afraid..."
Seems like an abuse of power to me. Grrr!
Abuse and Drink
Jun. 5th, 2006 09:21 pmWell, what an odd fucking day.
Took Pegasus for a walk this morning. The walk was OK overall, but something odd happened. We turned down a street we normally go down when we walk to the other side of Barnsley via a walkway, and come back via a ford. Got near a car and then Peggy was sniffing a lot around it's boot. Then his tail came to attention, he cringed, and wanted to go back the way we came. We went another way, but every so often Peggy would look back in the direction of the car, looking quite upset and concerned.
What was in the boot?
Later that day I caught the bus to Cardiff. I was originally going to go to Wallsend; get some dog bones for Pegasus and visit a friend where I'd have my hair dyed. My friend cancelled out so I went to Cardiff instead, where I returned some library books and bought dog bones from a different butcher. Caught the public bus back as far as the BP at Glendale and walked to Edgeworth to catch a Sugar Valley Bus from there (it was a good day for a walk, plus I didn't want to catch the bus that does "the loop" through the suburb). I had my $2.50 radio on my and was listening to Triple J via ear plugs. Then a P-Plate car went by and someone shouted something loudly out of it at me.
Although I never caught a word of it, I knew it was directed at me and not nice. And the car looked very much like the one that inspired road rage in me not long ago. I became very very angry. If there'd been a brick handy I would have thrown it. I was angry all the way to Edgeworth. Then I sat down at the bus stop and shortly thereafter and old man sat down next to me. We chatted, and talked about dogs that we'd owned, and how he had a bird, mouse and fish at the retirement village he lived in.
It sort of diffused the situation. I'm still thinking though, of carrying the small hammer (as opposed to the be metal one, or the mallet, or even the sledgehammer) I have in my handbag. If it happens again and I get the opportunity, someone's getting either a dent in their car or themselves!
Tonight I've been watching Myth Busters and South Park et al. Normally I sit down and just watch TV on Monday nights. But tonight I opened up a bottle of Port I'd bought for a party I never got to. Thought I'd have a glass, and I have. Keep on falling asleep, so I'm off to bed.
Maybe I should get drunk more often. One glass of port is all it takes with me.
