Why am I Whistleblowing?

# Why I’m Whistleblowing—and Why I’m Taking on the MoD  

It’s simple, really. These arseholes are not going to get away with what they did to me.  

Men—men I had never met before, never spoken to, never had anything to do with—decided they had the right to destroy my life. Why? Because my husband dared to file a service complaint (basically an HR complaint). That was enough for the MoD—specifically 1PWRR, led at the time by [insert name], and later by Lt Col Nick Zorab—to go on a vendetta against me. Against *me*. Not the man who filed the complaint, but his wife. A woman they didn’t know, but one they could target because, in their world, we’re just collateral damage.  

And it worked. They turned my life upside down. They treated me like I was nothing—less than nothing. And they weren’t the only ones. My lovely neighbour, Chloe Masters, decided to throw her own knife in my back by calling social services and reporting *me* for domestic violence. That’s right, while I was the one being harassed, targeted, and bullied, she decided to pile on. And where is she now? Fled the country to avoid a court case against *her*. But don’t worry, Chloe, I haven’t forgotten about you.  

But here’s the thing—what happened to me isn’t rare. It’s *standard*.  

The British Army is riddled with corruption. Domestic violence, money laundering, drug smuggling—it’s all part of the system. And the worst part? *Everyone knows about it*. But you can’t talk about it. If you do, you’re shunned. You’re blacklisted. They make sure you regret ever opening your mouth.  

Well, I’ve got news for them—I don’t regret a damn thing.  

I don’t care if it takes me six months or ten years, *justice will be served*.  

And it’s not just about me anymore. I mean, yes, I deserve justice for what they did to me. But there are *thousands* of other women—right now—going through the exact same thing. Women whose lives are being ripped apart. Women being bullied, harassed, and thrown to the wolves while these men walk around with their medals and their fake honour.  

It needs to stop.  

And thanks to my crazy autistic arse, coupled with an unhealthy dose of ADHD and a solid case of CPTSD, I’m never letting this go. Ever.  

Unlike them, I don’t need to play dirty for the truth to come out.  

So if you did me dirty? Or ignored what was happening? Just know—I’m coming for you. ✌️