When he was a student at an exclusive Sydney boys' school, my husband was sexually abused by two teachers.
We both cried with joy at the news on Monday that a royal commission would be investigating institutions, including churches and schools, that had covered up child sexual abuse.
At last we thought, a royal commission on not only those people who committed such crimes, but also those who chose to look the other way, cover up or destroy the evidence of child sexual abuse. It was 25 years before my husband had the courage to walk into a police station to report the abuse that happened between the ages of 10 and 12 years old.
The two teachers that sexually abused him at a religious school pleaded guilty to the crime and were charged. I'll never forget the day we sat in court and heard one of the teachers say he had told the headmaster he had been showing pornographic videos to some students.
It didn't occur to the headmaster to find out which students he showed them to instead, he decided a justifiable punishment was that the teacher have a six-month break.
That particular teacher then returned to the school and continued to teach there until that day my husband walked into the police station, 25 years later. While we were comforted by the knowledge that these two predators had been exposed in court, and that no further children would end up as their victims, my husband always felt justice had not fully been served.
The headmaster, house master and other staff members allegedly knew about the sexual abuse, chose to ignore it or cover it up, but they were never called to account. They could simply say ''I have no recollection of that'' and it went no further. For us it was hard enough to comprehend how an individual could sexually abuse a child, let alone how someone in a position of authority could be told of possible sexual abuse and not report it immediately to the police.
This is where a royal commission will have some power; to give voice to the victims and their families, some of whom have lost their precious children to either stress-related illnesses or suicide.
After the two teachers who abused my husband had their day in court, we have tried to move on with our lives. My husband only told me about the abuse two or three months before we were married. I was so angry and, I still remain so angry about it.
We moved away from Sydney, partly to avoid having to drive past the school each day where the abuse took place.
My husband has had a lifetime of anxiety and panic attacks since his mid 20s. They started when he went back to the school for the first time to see his little brother in a concert.
He's had agoraphobia and in the past abused drugs - all in attempt to take away the pain.
But nothing has done that. While we have made some progress with this, we could not move on completely knowing that the individuals who all along, had been aware of the abuse were living in our community - getting awards and accolades for their work at this prestigious school - without ever having to face allegations in a court of law.
We are sure all victims of sexual abuse and their families felt the same excitement we felt on Monday when the royal commission was announced. Finally, it seems that our community is saying it is not acceptable to put the reputation of an institution above the welfare of children; that it is not acceptable to turn the other cheek or, worse still, cover up sexual abuse.
It also means our community will not accept that you can simply cover up or ignore sexual abuse and get away with it, and if you do you are also guilty of the crime.
For us the royal commission means that victims of abuse like my husband, can finally get justice. And anyone guilty of covering these crimes in order to protect an institution's reputation may finally be brought before the courts.
Out tears on Monday were not just for my husband.
Last Thursday I gave birth to our first child - a boy - and came home from hospital on Sunday. In my whirls of emotions at the news on Monday, I looked into our baby's innocent eyes. I realised that all the court cases, and royal commissions in the world, could not give back to my husband, what those sexual predators had stolen from him: his innocence.
We were crying for all the children - dead and alive - who have been abused at the hands of adults who should have known better.
Because of a confidentiality agreement signed by the victim they cannot be identified.