52 He lived in his own house. It was set up to accommodate him with his many special needs. I accept what the offender tells me happened as is set out in Exhibit 9. It reads in part: -
The thing that really made me realise the seriousness of the situation I had gotten myself into was when the police came to my home and told me that they had received intelligence that an imminent attempt on my life was to take place and that I had to pack my bags, and leave my home. I didn't know what to do. I called Paraquad, that's the Paraplegic and Quadriplegic Association. At the time they were my care providers. I told them that the Police were at my home, and asked them if they could help me find some other accommodation. They run a facility at Lidcombe called Ferguson Lodge, which is like a nursing home for Quadriplegics and I asked them if I could stay there, even under a fake name, But they refused to help, not only that, they stopped all my carers from helping me unless I could find somewhere far away that no one knew about, they wouldn't help me.
I called my cousin Andrew, who lives at Coffs Harbour and told him what had happened, and asked him if I could come stay there for a while. My nephew Andrew hired a minivan and Jarrad, a friend at the time who is now my flat mate/carer, came to Coffs Harbour with me. I stayed there for about a week but it was not suitable as he owns a Macadamia farm and it was not wheelchair accessible, and hard for me to get around. We came back to Sydney, and I stayed a couple of nights at my mum's villa, that is down the road but Paraquad said it was too close to my home, so they still refused to help me. The only thing I could do was to go back home and hide inside. My brother, his son and Jarrad tried to care for me as best as they could but at the time none of them had any sort of training and within a few weeks I had pressure sores on my bottom and in my groin.
I kept calling every organization I knew of, to see if they could help me but none of them would. Eventually one of the Managers of DOCS told me to go to Royal North Shore Hospital and get myself admitted into the Spinal Ward before my condition deteriorated any further. They admitted me to the Spinal Unit and they were able to heal my pressure areas and they wanted to discharge me. But we still couldn't find anywhere for me to go, the hospital had many meetings with all the different Government Agencies, including the Police Force. They continued to investigate the threats, but it dragged on for months and months. Eventually, I contracted MRSA (which is golden staph), because I was in hospital so long. I believe it was six months all up. I felt as if I was already incarcerated. It was the lowest time in my life. It was worse than when I broke my neck. It came out in the meetings that MS, a guy who I thought was my friend for almost 15 years, was the one who was offering to pay for someone to come to my home and kill me. I was in shock. I really just wanted my life to end.