this post needs to be, because somehow I have commended to a friend that material in this weblog (and connected others), has a summary

but when she went to look it up, how I summarised it all, might not have had brevity enough

this being the most common difficulty
in reading me
let me here be in summary:

Things are difficult.
The police have me under their surveillance.
Their policing methods are detrimentally effecting my children's safety.
The situational patterns of cause and effect by which I can evidence that fact of policing having interferred to far, happen to be an extremely internally distressing set of mental correlations for anybody to experience.
Therefore most of my acquaintances tend to be socialised into not letting themselves become conscious of the sorts of patterns by which it is possible for me to describe what is happening to me within all the very explicable facts to my witness.
However, I am also witness to this situation I am in not being isolated to only myself, and therefore I have a more general concern for our society general in respect of child protection issues.
The immense difficulty is that most persons whom are able to believe me, because of their own experience being compatible, are neither able to express the situation in a way which makes it readily digestible to the mainstream of Australian society, and so my own attempts are basically as self decent as it is possible to make my story of the evidence of the witness of many.
That witness is of criminal activity and of police having been enabling criminal activity while focussing their policing efforts on preventing persons like myself, as though the victims of crime are the criminal perpetrators.
The material in this weblog, and in others which are linked to it, are mainly written in an effort to just continue the process of making the story at least available, if not well read.
That process is the most healthy response I find in myself to the situation of being rarely believed, even when I am very certain in my sanity and memory of my experiences.
Within all of this, I am quite terrified because of the degree of police surveillance, and despite that police surveillance having been protecting me from criminals whom have attempted to prevent me exposing their crimes.
The criminals inform me that the police are on their side, and it is very difficult to believe any better when the police are not acting upon my own reports to them of crime, but are rather isolating myself and proposing ideas about what crimes I might have committed which they have not yet detected, since they can not find any evidence of me being a dangerous sort of a person.
Normally I try to provide my story in a way which is slightly humorous, because then other people absorb the information better, however my more humorous presentation tends to detract from the seriousness and danger of my immediate situation.
I prefer to write poetry about all this than to open up the whole story in detail, however, that is what I have used parts of this weblog for.
There is also a book that I am self publishing here in Australia, that can be purchased at lulu.com under the title of "Missing December", which identifies the essential story line of what has been so difficult and frightening.
However, in that context, I have presented it as pure fiction since folk seem more able to read the story if that is how it is presented.
I am motivated in this situation to try to stimulate broader social concern about the issues I have been facing, and I am noticing that many North Americans are more readily able to face the story, and even though it is not within their experience or even close to, they seem more prepared to accept it to be real.
I also have an analysis of why that might be the case.
I also have a bad temper on me right now, so best prevent that going into this weblog and finish this post here.

The next post contains a table of contents for all the other posts in this weblog, and perhaps also a summary which improves upon this one.

I expect that the difficulty is about why I can not provide details at the level of normal friendship, without making it necessarily a large quantity of details. I don't have any means to regulate which data will be what your own mind will best related to without undermining my experiential reality as told in my own real life story. So this is just how it has to be.