Mornington Peninsula Magazine

You don't have to carry all on your own

The documentary has just finished. The lights come up. And suddenly I am aware of everything: the 70 or so people seated in the amphitheatre around us. The stage lights hitting my face. My sweaty palms. My dry throat. In a few moments, the Q&A will begin.

And suddenly, it hits me. Tonight, in front of my own community in Frankston, I won’t just be speaking as a theatre maker or a wellbeing facilitator; I will be speaking as a survivor, as someone who experienced sexual abuse as a child.