Medication Saved My Life After I Lost Custody of My Son
By Bec
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.
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.
'Nuff Respect, Kudos, and Vast Appreciation on your Magnificent, Pertinent and Poignant Periodical that just keeps getting better. WORD UP!!!
I would just like to mention a few things I’ve noticed around prison regarding inmates with both autistic and mental illness traits. Who says these inmates are right to go to prison and not a hospital?

It’s time to work smarter and not harder.

I had lived in Sydney all my life, but, due to some regrettable circumstances, a few years ago I was required to attend a Brisbane court for a 3-week-long trial, and since that time I have been residing in a Queensland gaol.

It was another day in the yard. Same boys, same noise. I was comfortable, as much as I could be considering the circumstances.

Yes, dangerous criminals should be punished for breaking the law – but should it be so hard to get on with their lives after prison?

I feel empty without them and I can’t imagine how my dad feels about me being here again.

After being trapped in a DV relationship and now gaining a record and PTSD from it, it has taken me quite a bit of time for me to be able to look myself in the mirror and recognise myself again.

It spun me out my first time in jail. You get paid to be in jail. And we get lollies, chocolate, coffee etc. I’m homeless on the outside. To me, now, it’s home.

I have been in the system a long time. I believe that we as prisoners should be heard a lot more.


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