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The Teachers Pet- Shanelle Dawson’s Beautiful Poem “Mother”

The Teachers Pet the saddest untold criminal story in Australia until now thanks to Award Winning Journalist Hedley Thomas from The Australian. The Northern Beaches that became poison for my family and saw us kicked up the but and booted out within a matter of two months but lead us to the beautiful Sunshine Coast close to 4 years ago seems that things are not as they seem on the “Insular Peninsula”

 

Born and Bred on the Northern Beachers just 2km from Cromer High School and later teaching at Cromer primary school after graduating from Macquarie University with a degree in teaching, the podcast “The Teacher’s Pet” has had a profound emotional affect on my life over the past several months. My husband attended Cromer High School as did my sister in law, my brother in Law, my first serious boyfriend and many other close friends. My husbands first serious high school sweet heart was rapped by a teacher at Cromer High School after school one afternoon in the 1990’s so the abuse between teachers and students has gone on well past the 70’s and 80’s and that happened in the 90’s. I even attended cromer high for a couple of days in the early 90’s after been bullied and not fitting in at one of the private schools on the Northern Beaches however I only lasted a few days and decided to return to the bitchy private school as I could see there was no future for me at Cromer. That is a story for another blog.

What has increased my curiosity with the case even more is i have Meet a character in the past 8 months at where I take my dog training, his name is Chris, but let me give you some back ground information first. I have a working dog. She is a Blue Heeler, Border Collie with some Kelpie in there as well. She has just turned two which we celebrated with lots of opening of gifts and special treats but part of that celebration was for us, we made it through two years with a highly active born to work, working dog in a city home and let me tell you that is no easy task and probably not one I would repeat again. These dogs are amazing, their intelligence is beyond ridiculous, her name is Rosie and she is my best friend. She spends every waking and sleeping moment with me and I swear we have some form of telepathic communication, it’s crazy. Rosie has helped me get through the past couple of years which have at times been overwhelming with battles that seem never ending and nonsensical, she has been there with me through the thick of it. I truly believe dogs are angels on earth.

Anyway I’m getting off track. We take out beloved fur daughter Rosie to a Dog Training Club up here on the Sunshine Coast (we no longer live on the Northern Beaches) and we meet this lovely man called Chris. Chris is around 70 years of age and he helps the owner of the club out as the club has become very popular after a few features on the local news and after some really successful transformations. After about the third week of listening to The Teachers Pet Podcast and hearing about this man Chris Dawson it suddenly dawned on me one night as I lay mediating on the floor of my bedroom my brain said to me Hm Chris, I know a Chris who is about the same age as Chris Dawson. The Chris I know is also onto his third wife like Chris Dawson and his third wife is also called Sue just like Chris Dawson. The Chris I know has an identical twin brother (Not sure of his name) but I do know they have built houses together and spent time growing up in Sydney before making their way to QLD later in life. The Chris I have meet said his children’s don’t really speak to him anymore which I could not get as he seems like such a nice bloke. The Chris I know loves Coke A Cola as I do and so does Chris Dawson. The Chris I met speaks like Chris Dawson and even looks like him particularly in the photos of Chris Dawson as a young man not so much now. The Chris I’m friends with has absolute no trace of himself online and is even obviously absent from photos which show staff members at the various dog training groups he belongs to. There are several other very¬†eerie coincidences but I won’t go into detail as yet as they are still been investigated. But after ACA showed a clip a few weeks back on Chris Dawson and Paul Dawson in the street I realised the Chris I know was not “THE” Chris Dawson so I just can not explain this, my dad said there would be more chance of winning powerball than this happening.

 

Anyway if you have enjoyed my post/blog so far and would like to hear more about my story please leave a comment below. I want to leave by putting in Shanelle Dawson’s touching poem called “Mother” I found it so comforting yet so sad as well. I will be walking to the highest point tomorrow near to where I live and laying a flower for Lyn Dawson in her memory. Her personality resonates with me. A nurse/Early childhood educator, a women who had a honest love, care and commitment to the lives of young children, a fellow women who understood the struggle of infertility and the fear that comes with that. This is for you Lyn Dawson..

MOTHER

I don’ know how to relate to the concept of Mother

Where that solid form of comfort should be is just air

Space that has longed to be filled for so long

But how to fill a space worthy of nothing less than mother

Mother Earth has done her best, I feel her under my feet and flowing

Through every beat of my heart and all the space in between

She has held me well as has the air I breathe into every cell of my bean

Every fibre that’s known to me, but a hole where a mother should be

All I can do is breathe into a hole where I long for her to be.

 

By Shanelle Dawson

 

The picture is a view from my back yard growing up in Lancaster Cresent Collaroy