Lisa’s story

My story started when I was 13. I was physically abused but didn't realise at the time.

Thought it was normal.

I was started on drugs and alcohol at 14. Left my family home for a better life.. or so I thought. I didn't realise how much I was hurting my dad who bought 5 kids up alone.

I met a man who was 24. He was a god to me. I let him do whatever to me and do what he wanted. Over 2 yrs my life spiralled out of control.

I was pregnant but had no idea who was the father. I was kicked out onto street. A few months later I had my baby in a toilet block in Hobart.

Something was wrong.

A nice lady came in and rang 000. My baby boy was gone.

It was my fault.

I really failed him of a life by what I did to myself. My dad came and got me from hospital. It was never spoken of.

I never found out where he was buried. I cried every night for my baby. Hated myself.

A week later I was walking along a track, I heard the train coming.

I had an idea.

I wanted my life to be over. With tears streaming I waited to jump on the track.

But what happened was the train went along other track.

I was broken and so angry. I laid there for ages then went home told my dad. He was in tears. We just hugged and cried.

My dad got me the help I needed over next 2 yrs. Was a very hard emotional time but I got there.

I met a man in therapy group when I was 25. We had 3 kids. He treated me so well till he passed away 2 yrs ago. I think about my boy all the time and still hate myself.

But if it didn't happen I wouldn't of met my husband.

That's my story.