Eddy had lost both of his parents by the time he was a teenager in the 1980s, and he started getting into trouble with the police for stealing. At 13, he ended up in a Western Australian juvenile detention centre. ‘I was vulnerable and innocent, weak.’
One of the officers, whose name he cannot recall, sexually abused him. ‘The bloke, when I was crying, told me to come in where his office was. And sat me down on his lap and he started rubbing me ... I’ve never told no one this. I feel like killing myself.’
After this incident ‘I went back to my room, started crying’. The abuse caused him ‘a sick feeling ... my feelings are no good’.
Continuing to offend, he acquired a lengthy criminal record, and his drug use led to his current incarceration. He spends a lot of time in his prison unit just watching the birds outside, which helps him feel connected to the world.
It is only recently that Eddy has disclosed the abuse to anyone, while speaking to a counsellor and the Royal Commission. Throughout his life he has felt suicidal and ‘I still think about it today’. Being really troubled by his thoughts, he’s ‘been trying to go to church’ and lead a good life the best he can.
Although he wants to be happy and forget the abuse it seems to be impossible. ‘I just want to go and play, forget about all that shit. I want to be happy, I want to be not feeling down all the time, and sick.’