About Time dedicates many of its pages to publishing the letters of people in prison, as well as from their family and friends.
This is the centrepiece of the paper: a platform for people to share their experiences and learn from each other.
It was a relief to receive a formal diagnosis this year, after a tumultuous time, and medication saved my life and has helped me feel more stable emotionally than I’ve ever felt.
Please boys don’t forget about your human rights about sleeping on the floor, because we are not scum.
An interview with Marley, who writes from a prison in QLD.
An interview with Justin, from a prison in NSW.
Homelessness, addiction, no family, turned right back to what got us here in the first place. I think this is a huge problem for especially young vulnerable women to have more support on release!
Over the past 5 years I have completed numerous courses and obtained tickets for forklift – working at heights, confined space, first aid, and test and tag.
Being an older gay man myself, I have noticed a lot of younger guys in here are maybe a little confused about their sexuality.
When I get out on parole, I can promise my kids that I will not touch drugs ever again.
I write to extend feedback – re: your monthly paper. I must say that it was with more than the usual measuring spoon of interest that most here @ MRC welcomed its arrival.
12 months into being remanded in custody. I’m still yet to be sentenced – hence I can’t see the end at all.
I’m fortunate I didn’t end up killing anyone that night. I usually always have a passenger with me, but that night I didn’t have anyone in my car.
Why does time move so slow? Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years, year after year. I wonder if other people have ever felt invisible?
She was an advocate for us girls, always fighting for a better world, but she was also my best friend, and I’ll miss her every single day.
I have been incarcerated now for 25 years and I am suffering from a diabetes related sore feet nerve condition.
I have recently been diagnosed with type 2 diabetes and, as a result, I am allocated one extra piece of fruit every day.
Rarely have I heard men, real men, express their “luv” for one another on the outside so regularly as I do in the yard or in the yelling from their cells after muster.
Mistakes are made. Sometimes we don’t always know why or how these mistakes are made. Mistakes can’t be taken back. However, we can learn from them.
One thing I dislike is when somebody thinks you can’t do it. There they go underestimating our ability to run it up. Like, righto!
Special moments do happen in prison. It was the moment of my life, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him.
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