ABSTRACT

For the first eight years of my life, I was a normal child living in a very ordinary working-class family in a very ordinary New South Wales coastal town. My parents were hard working, law-abiding, God-fearing people whose only ambition was to produce law-abiding, God-fearing well-adjusted children. My older brother and sister fulfilled their expectations by having happy marriages, happy families and homes of their own. At thirty five years of age, I have two criminal convictions, no partner, no children and my only home is a prison cell.