Experiences

When I get released at the end of this year, I am faced with a massive uphill climb with barely a rope to save me.

When I was first transferred to PPP in 2000, I was warned about the dentist colloquially known as ‘The Butcher.’ I attended the dentist for a sore molar.

I finally finished my VPP (Violence Prevention Program) in late June. It was one of the wisest decisions I ever made.

My name is David. I am a proud Yorta Yorta man currently locked up in Victoria.

It was mid-afternoon in the Port Campbell area, with a southerly wind blowing, and Henry and I were just about to leave the Boggy Creek Café.

Father’s Day can bring pride, guilt, sadness, hope, or all of them at once, and being in jail doesn’t stop that.

Being kind is something I find really challenging at times.

It’s 7:45 AM. That annoying intercom announces 10 minutes to unlock count.

Inside prison, days can feel endless and sometimes the only thing that keeps you going is the thought you might get to hear the voice of someone you love.

I used to work in underground coal mines, and down there I experienced a similar sense of camaraderie to what I later encountered in prison.