Corruption, and abuse of Autistics for Profit

This is a tale of two young autistics in Sheffield.

One living at home with loving parents

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The other ripped from his parents, to face abuse, alone, and isolated,

in independent living.

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And to die, of unexplained injuries, and a heart attack, after huge doses of anti-psychotic drugs, were pumped into him,in a private cAmbian  owned community living placement, charging  at least £6,500 per week.

This is a tale of evil, and corruption.

Of  profits, for a privatised NHS, and, independent living providers.

Of colluding  courts, and Local Authorities.

This is a tale of me, a mother, sick with worry.

And another mother, who had warned, they would kill her son, with their ‘treatment’, but they continued, gagged her with a court order and he died two weeks later.

Thomas Rawnsley, was transferred, via a deprivation of liberty order, granted by the Court of Protection, under the Mental Capacity Act, against his parents wishes, from his home in Bradford, to a hospital in Peterborough, and then, to a privately run, ‘independent’/ supported living facility in Sheffield.

His loving mother was replaced by itinerant carers.

One of whom, a large man, would kick him into his room,

and, regularly threaten, ‘How many fingers can I break this time ?’, and then bend Thomas’ fingers back, but they did not break, only because, Thomas was double jointed.

Thankfully for Thomas, there was a witness, prepared to risk all to whistle blow.

How much violence, and, verbal abuse goes unseen, ignored, or blamed on self harm, or mental illness ?

Thomas’ ‘carer’, received a suspended prison sentence in February 2014.

Despite this desperately traumatic abuse, Thomas was not returned to the love, and care of his parents, and familiarly of this friends, and community.

But forced to remain, in the same independent living unit, as Thomas was earning more than £6,000 a week.

Understandably,Thomas’ trauma, and unhappiness, made him difficult to care for.

And, his carers warned him, that he was, ‘Acting out, and they had medications for that.’

See, the Justice For Thomas Post reblogged later. Now disappeared.

The independent living provider now also owned by Cambian sent  Thomas, to an A T Unit for his ‘medication’.

Fortuitously, for this new ATU, as it had been threatened with closure, and, for a long time, Thomas was its only patient.

This appears to be the same group of  multimillion pound assessment centres, build on the back of my daughters illegal, off label Risperidone trial in 2007, when our complaint to CAMHS,  lead to the LA taking court proceedings against us.

It is where, her National Autistic Society wanted to send Issy in 2013, just before she, refused to return to their care, with a faecal impaction, 7 stone in weight, with 2 rotten teeth, and suffering PTSD from their carers abuse.

The only ‘treatment’ in these centres, is high dosage antipsychotics.

No dentist, no clearing out of impaction, no peace with her family to get over her PTSD, just more emotional abuse.

It is also where Issy would be sent if there had ever been any violent/uncontrollable incidents. See my post Respite and the secret social worker.

They promised Thomas, he could go home for Christmas.

At the last minute, permission was withdrawn on the grounds, he would not want to return, and, his subsequent behaviour,might be difficult.

So much for disabled person’s  independent autonomy, human rights, and best interests.

And the mockery of his supposed ‘independent’ living as an adult.

The Unit only eventually agreed to let Thomas go home, after realising he knew about the trip, and someone would have to tell him it was off.

Thomas’ poor mother described him in the ATUnit;

He can’t eat, he can’t talk – he just dribbles. He’s been turned into a junkie; he’s addicted to his anti-psychotic drugs because he’s kept on the maximum dose to make it easier for them to cope. It breaks my heart. He sits naked in a corridor just wrapped in a quilt. He has no modesty or dignity in there. He is my beautiful, beautiful little boy. When I ask the unit why he’s left naked like that they tell me it’s what he wants. I ask them lots of questions, I don’t get real answers. I think they see me as a trouble-maker but I’m not, I’m Thomas’s mum.

Thomas in ATU on medication .

Thomas in ATU on medication .

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On the very day Thomas lay dying,a few miles away, social workers,  sat in my kitchen, inspecting clothes, already photographed by teacher/care workers. a day after the hearing of the LA’s mca application to remove my daughter to the same home Kingdom House where Thomas had  effectively died.

and the LA Service Manager, AFTER we complained held meetings on her ‘concern’, that she had seen Issy, naked in the kitchen, on the way to her bath.

No one saw, or cared, about Thomas’ abuse, this was the ATU’s purpose, he was keeping it open, making huge profits for its corporate owners.

Thomas was earning £6,500 ( and drugs and kickbacks ) per week, for our privatised NHS ie Cambian Group.

So much for budget restrictions, these on only placed on support at home.

They are the excuse, for enforced away from home living and big bucks for the privatised monopoly ‘care’ services, from central government.

The weekend before Thomas died, his parents noticed ‘unexplained injuries’, including carpet burns, and he was ‘’struggling with a chest infection that they knew was serious’.

There is little medical attention in COMMUNITY LIVING, as in Issy’s  £9,000 per week National Autistic School.

He collapsed, and died shortly afterwards of a massive heart attack.

He was just 20.

And had spent the last two years of his life in hell.

Will there be an inquest?

Unlikely, and if there is, all experts, providers,  have financial/career/systemic interests in covering up the truth, and continuing their income and investment source.

Will the Unit be closed down now, as it is at present under used, and serves no purpose, but to torture, and drug those who cause any problems, to their itinerant carers, in their 3,000 per week independence.?

Not, if the state, can steal more autistics from loving families.

Thomas. collapsed, and became brain dead on the 3rd February 2015.

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Education Report, ‘A Red Mark The Size of a Fist’

4508491-Small-and-powerful-fist-on-a-white-background-Stock-PhotoIt is Thursday 29/1/2014.

What a long, long, week.

As if being up at nights for months, with no personal care, or respite for over 2 years wasn’t enough.

I am now being tortured by the social services.

The snow is thick, my husband had to take the bus to work.

Issy was up at 11.00am, and eventually after much effort in the bath.

And, I managed to get photos of her stomach..

It would appear, all those in need of support, are at the mercy, of any itinerant, zero hour, or, unpaid placement stranger,apparently, desperate, to do the State’s dirty work.

A friend in London told me, carers in care homes, demand ‘protection money’, from relatives.

What a disgusting moral compass is now the norm.

The snow has conspired, to make even walks down the drive scary, Issy doesn’t like slippyness.

Just before noon, the ‘funding lady’, our social workers manger’s manager rang me.

The last thing my psyche needed after Issy’s bath at a moment when she was demanding never ending juice and I was alone.

With the usual infuriating, social worker prescribed conversation,

How are things?’.

You surely must know how things are’. I replied.

You will know more than me, about what’s happening’.

The nice affable lady, did not turn up on Tuesday two days ago, and the Lodge Lady hasn’t today’.

‘We received no prior, or post notification, or indeed, any communication from anyone.’

Except from our adult social services social worker, and GP, demanding to see a non- existent lump on Issy’s tummy’.

This is the ‘intensive, specialist, highly expensive service’, provided to an autistic girl, not yet out of the trauma, the state, for the second time, threw her in’.

The funding lady, then tells me, I have ‘strong opinions’, and, the workers had not felt ‘comfortable’ in the house.

I countered.

They had not mentioned or looked as if they were ‘uncomfortable’.

Let alone why .

Its non- stop coffee, tea and chats, magazines, and two books on autism lent, and, never  returned.

And, they do what they want with Issy.

I have spent the last two years, having all my cupboards rearranged, without asking, and my washing machine broken.

Being a complete tit, I have given away dresses, shoes, coats, tops, CD radios, face creams, shears, masses of legal advice etc. mainly to the lady, who had the first hissy fit.

10 Nintendo games to another worker who befriended Issy, groomed me, and after an outing with him, Issy  repeatedly asked,’ Why do men like having willies up their arse?’.

He was never seen again, as not offered ‘education’ work, (more money and security).

Poor Issy has been so let down, by the itinerancy of workers, but, her fate would be much worse in ‘independent’ living.

And,Lodge Lady ( the latest since November education support worker), had arrived daily, with a Private Eye, or, internet article, or, own experience of a care scandal, to elicit/encourage my ‘strong opinions’.

I remind the funding lady,

‘as zero hour workers, every worker can be specifically chosen, and prescribed’.

She retorts, ‘they are all individuals’.

So the inference is  the 30 +  previous agency workers,  must all have felt ‘uncomfortable’…. For 18 months…. but this, was the first I’d heard of it.

She tells me the affable, independent of the state, with a conscience lady, does not want to support Issy anymore.

So why did she choose Monday, without  warning to leave ?

Why did she make me chutney and chat so freely never mentioning her ‘uncomfortability’.?

It was a  loss,  as she loved the autistic, and Issy liked her.

But she had said ominously, she, ‘had nothing to do, with ‘education’’.

Now, we know why.

I assume, she didn’t want to get involved in their dirty tricks, of the lucrative, independent of family living, industry.

I noticed the nice  workers disappeared.

One, had a two week mystery illness, just when the trainee and social workers, were moving in for the kill, but, had a hissy fit, never to return.

I suspect, their reputable international agency, were worried about bad PR, from this blog.

Their head office, monitors the net, and had picked up my mention of their name, as a zero hour employer, in a Guardian comment, and, had banned me, from naming them on social media.

Such is the self- preservation, of our all-powerful, privatised monopolies.

The funding lady asked, if I  would consider, having Lodge Lady, and a new worker.

I told her to read my blog, and then objectively decide, whether, she would.

She replied she didn’t read blogs.

Issy was demanding juice, the bath was run….  I did not need this.

I mentioned all this.

Which she must have already been aware of from Issy’s shouts.

Eventually, I forced an exit.

But the phone rang 20 minutes later.

She had read my blog.

And  some points were incorrect.

It was not the Adult Social Worker, who had rung the GP, but her.

So much, then for her asking last week, what she could do, to rebuild my trust in the social services.

But, did not explain why the GP, had given the social workers name.

Nor why, the same social worker, rang us earlier reporting the lump.

Nor, why  this was so important.

Secondly, she said the blog incorrectly stated the support worker, had not discussed her concern, when she had.

I said, read the blog again.

The worker had pointed  out a non-existent bulge.

And then, when I, and the affable lady, had said it was pre period swelling, had said no more about it during the 4 hours that remained of her shift.

She had not pointed out,‘ a red mark, the size of a fist’ as was reported to the GP.

I couldn’t bear this  cross examining sophistry any longer.

And Issy needed attention.

Why was no one concerned about her ?

‘For the mother of God’, I cried.

And Issy on cue, decided the phone had to go back in its place, and grabbed it.

That night, I reflected, on what the GP had actually, been told.

I had been distracted by the impaction discussion, and the bulge comment.

I  analysed the reported ‘concern’,

‘A red mark on the side of Issy’s tummy, the size of a small fist’.

I realised, it  wasn’t  describing a bulge,

It  painted, a shocking picture, of abuse.

It could not be accidental, self-harm, or, neglect.

It was on  soft tissue.

It could only be…………… a punch.

And, as small, my fist,  as the primary carer, and most alone with Issy.

Wow…..

How might this be made to appear in court documents;

An education worker, who had formed a good relationship with Issy over several weeks of support, and, had just managed to get her out of the house for the first time in 9 months, noticed a red, fist sized mark on the side of Isabel’s stomach.

She pointed it out to her mother, who ignored her.

So she reported it to the social services, who rang the parents, but they would not let them see Isabel, so they rang the GP, but the parents also refused the GP’s request to come to their home and examine her.

The GP, now very concerned for Isabel’s safety, arrived at their home, he was verbally attacked by the mother, didn’t manage to  examine Isabel, as she refused to undress, or cooperate.  (but did see her running around happy not in pain).

The mother then refused any more support, or engagement with the social services’.

I had walked right into that one…..

If I did nothing, as photos can be air brushed, this would be taken, as irrefutable evidence of a vicious assault.

And we would be cut out of Issy’s life for ever.

The LA would have their £6,000 +a week, cash and pharma cashcow, the Lodge Lady a career path, a loving devoted mother  destroyed, and a father heartbroken, never to see their child again unsupervised.

And Issy doomed to live in an abusive hell, alone.

Such is evil.

Such is morality.

Such is adult state protection costing millions

And  the danger of care/education workers.

I rang the GP, apologised, and, asked him round to try to re -examine Issy…..

He arrived but did not touch her stomach only viewed for marks

Yet recorded later in Issy’s medical notes that there was no hot bulge on her stomach.

Summary

Education workers mentions Issy’s stomach bulges on one side

other workers agrees with me that due to her due period.

Not mentioned again by Education Worker to me during rest of her shift

Education Worker notifies social worker ‘Issy has red mark size of small fist on her stomach’

SW rings GP attends , observes Issy’s stomach but does not touch her.

Yet records in notes hot bulge at side of stomach with no explanation/follow up

Neither worker is ever seen again.

The Kafkaneque Nightmare Continues

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It is Wednesday 28/1/15.

The day after  the storm.

A real storm rages outside.

Issy is asleep, up again most of the night, but this time due to the state.

Yesterday, the linchpin GP rang at 5.30pm.

Yes, it was quite a day.

The ever vigilant adult services social worker, who rang at 3.00, had asked the GP to examine Issy, as a worker, had reported a red mark on her stomach.

My husband had taken the call, and, was suitably enraged.

He explained, Issy, had now been up over 24 hours, had not had the best of days, as the looked forwarded to, education lady, had not turned up, and she was settling to sleep.

But, as an enforcer, the GP took no notice.

He must examine her.

My husband persisted, this was not the time.

There was no lump, mark. No pain.

Isabel was eating, and running around as usual.

I shouted, I’d send a photo.

I go to Sainsburys.

The GP rang again, demanding a visit.

My husband, caught between, not wanting to appear to have ‘something to hide’, and  my wrath, told him to ring back when I got home.

But the GP didn’t.

Within 40 minutes, he was in the kitchen.

Isabel was fast asleep in her bedroom.

I arrive back.

Beyond fury at the sight of the GP.

As I knew it would upset Issy, and, with the no show today, could put her back months, from her long…. Long…..long  awaited happiness.

It was also the GP, who insisted on seeing Issy last week, just to weigh her, on the hearsay of a worker, she’d lost weight.

And, when asked for a letter with reasons for his visit had just stated.

‘I understand there have been some concern about Isabels eating, and in particular if she has lost any weight over the last few months.. I would be grateful if we could arrange a visit to try to weigh her’.

Are we, not thought capable of being concerned about our daughters weight ?.

Why were these ‘concerns’ not discussed with us first ?

Are we thought not to be capable  of weighing her?

I am a conscientious objector to assertion, it is pernicious bullying, but, if continually asserted on, even I can let rip.

So I did.

But, as to be expected from a determined robot, it got me nowhere, except for some patronising ‘sures’, and some stammering.

The GP insisted on outlining ‘the process’.

Process, is all important to enforcers .

Substance, irrelevant.

Perfunctory adherence to procedure all.

‘conversations’  controlled to allow for this..

He told us, the adult services social worker, had been concerned, as a worker had reported, that Issy had a red lump on the side of her  stomach, the size of a small fist.

Wow.

Wouldn’t we have noticed ?

Wouldn’t we have called the GP?

Why was she happy, eating, running around, and not in agony?.

And why had the worker, sitting most of the day in the kitchen with me, yesterday, not discussed her concern with me, and asked me, rather than the  social worker, to ring a doctor ?

Or mention it, before she reported it?

The GP agreed, ‘they were ‘all good points’.

‘Then, why had he not thought of them?’.

He said he should have done.

But then, he is not paid to think, just to enforce.

I then explained, what might have happened.

But as the worker didn’t discuss her concern, this was all conjecture.

The day before, Issy on her many attempts into the bath, had stood naked drinking my coffee in the kitchen

In front of me, and the two workers.

I was discussing Issy’s faecal impactions.

The last one, cleared out on Issy return home, our GP had felt a hard lump, inside of her lower stomach.

I said I felt sure, she didn’t have one, as she was on Movicol- they had just seen me putting it in her juice, and was not faeces incontinent..

The Lodge Lady said, it looked, as if the side of Issy’s stomach was sticking out.

I explained her period was days away, and this was just a normal ridge,  the other worker agreed .

Lodge Lady said no more, during the remaining 5 hours of her shift .

Other than her comment was bizarre, I  didn’t think anymore about it.

So, I took the GP into  Issy’s bedroom, she was fast asleep.

I woke her up, she got distressed, and pushed us out, and closed the door.

I tried again.

She came into the kitchen, but would not pull down her trousers down.

She knew I was very distressed, and this made her worse..

‘Mummy come into my bedroom’, she  anquished.

Autistics, are hypersensitive to others emotions, particularly, those  close to them.

Despite the philistine, state-suiting ‘experts’ mantras, that autistics cannot guage feelings, nor, form relationships.

I cannot show impatience, anger, or distress, as Issy senses it , and becomes anxious.

That evening, poor Issy got a double wammy.

She couldn’t understand why I was upset, nor why this strange man, was in her bedroom.

The GP, took an oath ‘to do no harm’, but, left the whole family distressed.

And poor Issy remained up most of the night.

The post has just arrived.

A letter to me from the head of the GP practice, the nice doctor, who visited once in May, who had said what a beautiful environment, we had created for our daughter.

I thought he was on my side.

He writes,

‘ to ask whether you mind coming in to see one of us to monitor your recently diagnosed diabetes. Ideally we would organise some blood tests, urine tests and a blood pressure test and consider whether you might need treatment. I appreciate you may feel reluctant to do this but I would very strongly encourage you’.

It is dated the 23/1, around the date of the meetings, we were not invited to .

I have not got diabetes, their tests were negative, and so was the one I did from the chemist to check.

But, if 2+2 does in fact equal 4, when everyone says its 5, what does the truth matter.

All GPs are now profit making cabals, and, in MASH- Multi Agency Safeguarding Hub.

And the Mental Capacity Act allows them to  enforce, any treatment.

I still have to face the ‘Lodge Lady’ tomorrow at 10 am.

This blog is not made up, and, it could happen to you.

And, is happening, in various ways, throughout the country.