December 1 2014 was the worst day of my life. On that day police came calling and I was accused of a horrendous crime allegedly perpetrated by myself some 15 years earlier.

If ever there was a day I was thankful for the way I kept written diaries, that was the day. I was able to confirm from reference to my diaries that the allegations made against me were spurious.

The proof I offered was accepted after verification processes and I received correspondence from the NT Police to that effect.

Imagine my feelings when a day or two after this clearance – a copy of which was sent to the NT Department of Education and Teacher Registration Board, confirming the board had decided to investigation the allegation – of which I had been cleared.

You would not believe the trauma that confronted me or how black and negative I felt about this whole issue.

In the wash up, what added to the matter was the fact that there was no come back on the false accuser.

While I feel and relive the scenario on this black anniversary day each year, I think to of people who gave been falsely accused, have been convicted, had their careers ruined and have done jail time – only for the falsity of accusation to come to light months and even years later. With the accuser(s) of course, home free.

On this day I also relive appreciation for my family and those few professional support people who gave me strength during this awful time.