Disrupting the Academy with Lived Experience-Led Knowledge
This book firmly positions lived experience-led expertise as a unique and compelling form of knowledge in decolonising and disrupting research, teaching and advocacy.
Based on the insights of people with first-hand experiences, each chapter presents unique accounts and reflections on a diverse range of social justice issues. Together, the authors’ perspectives centre lived experiences in the production of knowledge, challenge outsider-imposed views, and create new research and writing norms. They demonstrate that when lived experience experts lead the way, their knowledge of how to address social injustices can enrich, transform and decolonise research, teaching and advocacy.
This collection is an invaluable resource for academic and community-based researchers, practitioners, advocates, educators, policymakers, students and people whose lived experiences and views continue to be marginalised across diverse settings
“PURGE” ...restore my soul. I often paint things that I can't convey into words. This piece, “PURGE” is the epitome of that. The shards of glass violently spewing from the eye sockets represent the sharp, brittle, pieces of life that once rid of, will no longer pain you and the scribed formulas being dopamine, oxytocin and serotonin; the mental cocktail. It’s a work in progress letting it all go, ridding myself of demons, the chaos, purging the shit that doesn’t serve me. And it's an ongoing process, one that for me at times seems agonisingly slow. I guess it’s the aftermath of an earlier piece titled "Billy Gnosis".
“BILLY GNOSIS” I composed this work just after leaving rehab in Bali, well after I got kicked out of rehab. I played a song called “Billy Gnosis” by Bad Religion on repeat the whole flight back to Oz. It highlights the chaos wreaking havoc in my unbalanced mind and the visions I had which portrays that.

This painting highlights the internal struggle from within that is mental health. Silent on the exterior but screaming for relief on the inside. I used to walk around a local park on some really dark days blaring a song that summed up the way I felt at the time. “Bright lights turn me green, this is worse than it seems, Wait, I don't ever want to be here, Like punching in a dream, breathing life into my nightmare” Lyrics by: the Naked and Famous


