Gary Nunn

1 week ago | smh.com.au | Gary Nunn

June 20, 2025 — 7.30pm, register or subscribe to save articles for later. Add articles to your saved list and come back to them any time. It pains me to say Australia’s fertility industry is a mess because it’s a system into which I’ve donated sperm to create humans, in good faith. You’d hope, after the notorious malpractice of past practitioners, the industry – which insists it’s reformed from those bad old days – would enforce the strictest of procedures and the most watertight regulation.

2 weeks ago | abc.net.au | Gary Nunn

Sperm donors help many couples conceive, sometimes even becoming part of the family. But what happens if the IVF clinic mixes up the records? When I first considered donating my sperm to a fertility clinic to help others start families, I wanted to know how donor conceived people felt about the way they were created. I absorbed whatever I could — books, articles, podcasts, documentaries — in which adults born from a donor discussed their experiences.

2 weeks ago | inews.co.uk | Gary Nunn

Mary Busk has accepted the fact her son, Alex, will never be able to chat to her. When he was six, it was confirmedhe was autistic and non-verbal, with a severe intellectual impairment that means communicating and understanding are, largely, impossible for him. While Alex, now 24, has learnt to endlessly parrot phrases from his favourite cartoon, Noddy, he doesn’t understand what they mean. “It seems he enjoys the intonation, but doesn’t understand the words,” Mary says.

2 weeks ago | autism.einnews.com | Gary Nunn

Mary Busk has accepted the fact her son, Alex, will never be able to chat to her. When he was six, it was confirmed he was autistic and non-verbal, with a severe intellectual impairment that means communicating and understanding are, largely, impossible for him. While Alex, now 24, has learnt to endlessly parrot phrases from his favourite cartoon, Noddy, he doesn’t understand what they mean. “It seems he enjoys the intonation, but doesn’t understand the words,” Mary says.

3 weeks ago | thenewworld.co.uk | Gary Nunn

Not for the first time in my life, I’m doing something that seemingly defies common sense. It’s 8.45pm, and I’m ascending the steep, meandering hills of Comuna 13 in Medellín, Colombia. My calves pulsate. Lights from closely stacked mountain homes twinkle and eyes follow me on the winding street, as I pass the howling dogs, growling motorbikes, smoking teens and playing kids. It’s the only shantytown-like neighbourhood in Latin America – if not the world – where I’d do this solo after dark.