31 March 2025 was the first of many fraudulent referrals. I remember it like it was this morning.
I was barricaded inside my apartment, hiding behind steel incase of gunfire. Doors blocked. The manhole sealed. Not because I had lost my mind — because I was trying to stay alive inside it. This was not an over reaction. The threatening individuals previously tresspassed and walked guns into my home and were responsible for a gun fight in my building lobby, causing one man a head injury. They taunted me with a competitors name and threatened me with trafficking of my person and death.
During the incident, a publicly known Comancheros OMCG member had been at my security camera. Staring into it. Deliberately. And I was alone, watching it happen in real time on my monitor screen, trying to calculate what came next.
I called the police.
They came. They saw the barricades. They saw how I was living. And their response was to call CATS after they arrested an OMCG tresspasser whom they released without charge, CATs stands for the Crisis Assessment and Treatment Service. A mental health referral. Not forensics. Not a detective. Not a single question about the man who had been tampering with my camera or harrassing me at my front door.
They told me I was paranoid and suffering from delusions.
I want you to sit with that for a moment.
A woman, alone, with documented evidence of organised crime-connected individuals surveilling her home and stalking her, tresspassing on her floor, had barricaded herself inside because she was afraid for her life and the people sent to protect her decided she was the problem.
That was the first referral. It would not be the last.
Every time I reported what was happening to me — the surveillance, the intimidation, the pattern of conduct that was systematically destroying my business and my safety — the response was the same. Assess her. Don't investigate them.
Then came 29 April. An explicit extortion threat. Recorded. Unambiguous: "Hand over your business or suffer the consequences".
I sent the recording and documentation directly to police.
They ignored it and I suffered the consequences.
I am writing this exactly one year later. I am still barricaded behind my door. I have since been formally diagnosed with trauma, acute traumatisation with CPTSD to be exact — not because I was paranoid, but because the crimes committed against me were real, sustained, and met with institutional indifference at every turn. A pattern I now recognise as Gaslighting and Institutional Betrayal, Victoria Police completely failed me.
I lost my business. I am facing homelessness. The people responsible have faced nothing.
But I recorded everything.
The footage is real. The records are real. The timeline is documented and filed with various bodies. I filed my own Personal Safety Intervention Orders — something the police should have pursued on my behalf from the very beginning.
I am still here. I am still speaking.
And I am just getting started.
*Watch the footage below. Then decide for yourself.