User talk:NykkiiSutorius

NykkiiSutorius (talk) 21:54, 1 May 2013 (UTC) I was put into Winbirra 2 days after my 14th birthday. I had been running away from home since I was 12 and my parents didn't know how to deal with it anymore. What they didn't know was the man that Mum had just married, was unfortunately the boyfriend Mum had after the one before had molested me. But we didn't talk about those things even in the early '80's. I was at the police station with my Mum begging her not to lock me up but she held fast. So late one night the police took me to Winbirra. Little did I know that they housed run aways with criminals. Not just on remand in Winbirra but also what was known as "up top" where the sentenced girls and Wards of the state were. We never saw them or were allowed to mix with them. Plus they were locked in a compound with barbed wire fences running right around it. It looked scarier than where we were I guess as we only had a backyard with barbed wire. Otherwise we spent most of our time indoors. In there I met the girl that would be, what I thought, was my best friend. As soon as we were out we were stealing her Dads car and driving it to Sydney. Anyway all I'm saying is the odds were stacked against me before I entered this place, then mixing with other young women with problems as well as already started their criminal careers, it didn't help with them being under staffed and way over crowded. For a place that was made for 34 or 36 girls, we had mattresses in the recreation room and the T.V. room as well as being doubled up in our cells. The point is that after a heroin habit that started at 14yrs and finished in 2000. So that was 16 years of going in and out of this place, then eventually Fairlea Womens Prison to The Dame Phyllis Frost Centre in Deer Park, then eventually getting deported back to New Zealand where I was born, just broke me. I left NZ when I was 12 and could hardly remember it. I had no friends, no family left as they had all moved to Australia. I was deported at the end of 2002. I'm not sure how I did it but I finally got off my but and got a legitimate job, which I had never had before in my life. I was also very lucky that as soon as he could, my husband to be arrived on Xmas day. Now I've been working ever since in call centre and tele marketing jobs, I am still on the methadone program and may always be, but most of the people we knew in Winlaton are dead now. I just thank God for giving me the strenghth to come this far. I would never have thought in a million years that I'd be working, own a house and everything else, and I have never felt so GOOD! I am going through the councelling process over here to try and sort out what happened to me as an 8yr old child. I never told anyone until I was 19yrs and it was because of one of the awesome workers at Winlaton that it finally came out. I loved that place they were my family,once my own had dis owned me for robbing them too many times. Fair enough too. But I have finally heard from both parents what I've been waiting to hear all my life. "We're proud of you". There are many more stories I have about Winlaton, both good and bad, but what made it bareable, were the people that worked there. They REALLY cared and gave their all. So Joy Stewart and co. if you are out there reading this, Thank you for being the Mums and Dads we never had, and for actually caring like we were your own. WE ALL LOVE YOU GUYS AND WE WILL NEVER FORGET YOU! Will write more soon. (NykkiiSutorius (talk) 21:54, 1 May 2013 (UTC))