My name is Scott Bibby, and I am a survivor.

I grew up in a close knit family in Lockridge and part of growing up, as in many Aussie families, was cricket. We, as kids, would often spend every waking moment playing cricket, be it in the back yard, front yard, on the street or for the local junior cricket club.

One thing that was missing, however, was my father. The reason for that being, that during the summer months his weekends were spent umpiring first-class cricket matches around Perth. I still have fond memories of my mother taking us boys to Lilac Hill to watch my dad umpire after we had finished playing.

Around the age of 13-14, a school friend and I were asked if we would like to do drinks trolley duties at the WACA. Being asked to do this role was in no small part thanks to my father's own stature in the cricket fraternity - he was Secretary of the WACUA (Western Australian Cricket Umpires Association), and highly involved in all levels of cricket in this state.

For me, it was something that not only allowed me to rub shoulders with cricketing greats (like Merv Hughes) and giving me the opportunity to give them a drink during a game, but the biggest honour came when my own dad was umpiring a match and I got to give him a drink at the WACA, whilst surrounded by cricketing greats -- the greatest of them being my own dad!

During my time doing drinks at the WACA, we were placed under the care of Roy Wenlock, the WACA Youth Development Officer. The WACA had in its midst an absolute monster of a man, and for over 30 years I have harboured the guilt that I didn't speak up earlier of when he abused me on one occasion. The reasons for my silence are multi-faceted in nature, and although I was abused on only one occasion (not counting the taps on the bum to say "job well done") and although I, myself, call the abuse "relatively minor" (knowing others who have been subjected to horrific abuses), the effect it had on my life is so profound that even today, I can't think of the WACA without breaking down into tears.

After reading the 18 June 2022 article by Russell Jackson at ABC News (click for link), I noticed that Roy Wenlock is still a lifetime member of the WACUA, some 12 years after his abuses at the Katanning Hostel become known.

My own father is now in the early stages of dementia, and what happened to me all those years ago has affected our relationship right up to this very day. I wrote a letter to my dad last year telling him I hope that some day the two of us can go to the cricket, and enjoy a beer together, some day before he passes.

But to have the memory of what the monster Roy Wenlock did, not only to me but also to other boys, hanging over me, and the knowledge that the WACUA, an organisation my own father put so much blood, sweat and tears into, to this day reveres the memory of that by still having him as a lifetime member, indicates to me that the time is not right for me to look forward to going to the cricket with my old man, and making up for time lost.

I, hereby, call for the WACUA to rescind Roy Wenlock's lifetime membership of the organisation, and for his name to stricken or removed from any and all public displays. Only then will victims such as myself be able to progress from simply being a survivor to a thriver. The 13-14 year old me, as well as other victims of this monster, deserve that much.

Thanking you for your time.