1988 – BONDI DAYS

In 1988 , I was in the Half way House at Bondi up until October. It was a wonderful time. I got a job down atg Bondi Beach at Adeles selling souvenirs and beachwear in Hall Street and I had a lover who drove fancy cars. I was a Meetings fanatic and swam, tanned ate out and general;y healed from the harsh years. Then in October, the Kids were returned to me and I took a small flat in South Bondi. They went to Wellington Street School and life burst into Colour. Tough times and extreme poverty but quite wonderful. I was clean and sober.

1987 – EVERYTHING CHANGES

The worst and the best. In 1987 , my addiction stepped up and fell down bigtime. It was the year of what I was to come know as rockbottom. Quite unable to go on any further. In the August of 1987, I gave in – lost everything including the Kids and my Mind and LEFT. Went to Sydney on my 9th wedding anniversary on the Red Rattler overnight train. I was picked up by my brother and the baddest man in the world and dropped at the McKinnon Unit of Rozelle Mental Hospital into what I now know was a detox unit.

Then life began again.  A clean and sober life and a transformation. In 1987 I went to DETOUR, a women’s halfway house, into the Langton Drug and Alcohol Unit in Surry Hills and then into my own Silver Lining at Bondi. Cliffhangers – where I began to get well in Meetings.

Everything changed

7th Birthday Party out at Kalang in April 1987 before I went to Sydney to Rehab.
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1985 : things begin to change

Things began to change around about this time. I went to AA for the first time. I became more and more physically ill from drug and alcohol abuse. I had a hysterectomy in Port Macquarie Hospital and I went on methadone not long before that. Seemed to be the worst of times.

1982 – CHILDISH THINGS

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Jim developed into a very funny baby boy.  He could always make people laugh and did a good Chad Morgan impersonation. We went camping one night in 1982. Perhaps 2 nights, Once to Digger’s Camp on the Clarence and once to South West Rocks. We didn’t do very well either time and almost stabbed one another with the tent poles. The Picture on the tent bag showed a smiling happy family erecting the tent easily but we didn’t manage to do that. It was more like spears. 

On the second camping occasion a wild wind hit and the children almost blew away in the tent. We gathered coins and retreated to a motel for the night. 

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We moved into a wee house in Urunga. A little old yellow cottage.  Cass and Kate grew more and more into being twin cousins and we laughed and played while the men went to work on the Railways and RTA.  Once a month my parents travelled to Sydney where my father was employed by Neeta Homes.  

 

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