A Surprisingly Good Visit from NHS Mental Health

IMG_0391This day proved a welcome relief, in a life of no reliefs.

The psychiatrist, a tall, attractive Scottish lady, was extraordinarily human, unassuming, and affable.

And the psychologist, unlike some I’ve taught, and the one in 2007, did not observe, or judge me, and had personality.

And, usefully, busied herself with Isabel’s Progress File from Robert Ogden School.

So, all went well in the kitchen.

So well,  two hours flew by without coffee.

I cannot relay, how good it feels, to be respected, and deferred to.

It had never happened before.

I almost felt like a person, rather than the object of negative analysis.

Issy had been up most of the night and was still sleep.

The long awaited period was evident, when we eventually wondered into her bedroom, andwere told to get out.

As usual, no one appeared to know anything,  so were filled in on the chronology to date.

The psychiatrist asked about food preferences, medical allergies and medication.

Worryingly,the type of questions asked before an inpatient stay.

I hoped,they were standard, but then wondered why, the information was not obtained from Isabel’s medical records.

But such are the mysteries of information sharing protocols.

Annoying for us, and professionals

The only major worrying question, on reflection was,

‘Did Issy eat with us?’

My proven justifiable  paranoia, bounced me back, to our first education package, and a comment, I had made to a Reed agency education carer, who’d latterly became a spy.

It was innocuous enough, but, it appears anything, can be made to fit the agenda.

On describing Issy’s trauma, after her 48 bruise NAS restraint, I remarked, ’Issy  would no longer sit and eat with us at the table in our apartment lounge in Ireland’.

This appeared to have been seized upon, by the worker’s grilling ‘education’ boss, and  relayed to our social worker and spun in  our last core assessment to;

It has been observed by workers that the family tend to sit around the table together to eat while Isobel eats alone in the lounge’

I complained about this in April 2014, pointing out, it could not ‘have been observed by workers that the family tend to sit around the table to eat’ as;

a) No worker has ever seen us eat as a family.

And,

b) We do not ‘eat as a family’, except at Christmas and Easter; the drop leaf table in the kitchen being rarely used.

We eat from plates on our knees, in the lounge, watching TV, as we are soap fans,

And

c) Issy has never eaten in the lounge.  She  eats in her bedroom.

It had been made in a sectionheaded Comment on the young person’s needs in relation to family and social relationships, thus, the workers impossible observation, of our deliberate isolating of Issy, appearing evidence of  emotional abuse.

This being one of the very, if only specific questions asked of Issy, and coupled with ‘ I wouldn’t like crumbs in the sitting room’ was both infuriating and worrying.

As it appeared information we had tried to officially correct and was incorrect second hand hearsay, as no worker had ever seen us eat let alone at a table, had been relayed to a NHS psychiatric team charged with assessing  any  emotional abuse of Issy at home.

Excepting for this rather large ponderable,- where they working from a crib sheet ? all went well.

Angel Eyes appeared on Monday and Thursday.

And as usual was a star, and worked her socks off.

Issy has been up, and in a good mood, despite the period.

But wants to be permanently tickled.

But then, who doesn’t?

The Age of The Scavenger.

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We live in the age of the scavenger.

Frightened, greedy, insecure, in debt.

http://www.msn.com/en-gb/money/video/uk-personal-debt-almost-equivalent-to-2012-gdp/vi-BBssmxO?ocid=spartandhp

You, your children, partner, parents, its prey.

And, you will be powerless.

Here, is how they do it.

Scavengers know, that control, secrecy, surveillance and connection are essential.

They are smiling, plausible, psychopathological shape-shifters.

They work through social workers,  GPs, hospitals, police stations, health visitors, counsellors, neighbours, teachers, protection officers, care agencies, community groups, charities.

Through secret networkers and leadership.- common purpose.

All are  controlled by the state, work in secret and illegally share all ‘information’ through Multi Agency Safeguarding Hubs, agencies and community action groups.

Even our most trusted charity The Samaritans, is now controlled by the state, and details of the desperate  revealed to the authorities for forced lucrative private mental services interventions.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2017/06/01/fears-move-samaritans-pass-details-vulnerable-cases/

Even our suspicious, isolated, secretive, scared public, are social wardens.

Seeking state approval, money and power.

And many volunteer in NHS, police, schools,  community care desperate to please for employment.

The targets, as with all vultures are the vulnerable in need.

The poor, sick, old, disordered.

And, scavengers,  need to continually find new prey.

So they create vulnerability.

By 375 mental disorders, behavioural problems, increased poverty, more autistics, diabetics, and alzheimers.

And woo, through awareness campaigns, prevention,health checks, counselling, kindness, social groups, and, concern.

They target, objectifise, and subject their prey to the most solicitous, form of covert surveillance.

With 6 million itinerant carers, data bases, centralised medical, MASH, education, and social records .

Fishing expeditions are launched, to gain the ‘evidence’  they need.

This is build up on a  perfunctory, cumulative basis to fit the crime.

The crime, is always vague, expansive, and subjective.

And now even pre-emptive.

Those ‘at risk’ only targeted.

Neglect , controlling behaviour, emotional abuse,  sexual assault from innuendo, a drink is alcoholism, a scratch self-harm, forgetfulness incapacity,And any innocuous activity, is made to tick the box.

And, before you discover their surveillance, they use the law to swoop.

And then, it’s too late.

All they need now, is a rubber stamp.

All becomes unstoppable process.

Reality is suspended.

Mental Capacity Act interim  orders, will be the first you know, that you will lose your loved one.

Emergency protection care orders, your baby.

You will get no help.

All are frightened.

The system is inquisitorial, and so clogged up, and systemically bias it can do little.

Any allegation is accepted, without proof.

Justice, itself is  a scavenger,  it needs to be profitable.

The lawyers, scavenge the desperate, impotent, and ignorant.

And facilitate an inquisitorial process.

That cannot be beaten.

Those paid to protect the vulnerable, official solicitors, and CAFCASS officers, do the same.

They have no option, but to believe, the state always acts,  in a vulnerable person’s ‘best interests’.

Even though, that ‘best interest’, will make billions for the state.

The appalling conflict of interest, the elephant in the court room, is ignored.

All can act with impunity, as all is unaccountable, and in secret.

The commodity is adopted, the Local Authority pockets £30,000, and/or  £1000  per week for the fostering industry,£4,000  for the care home .

Those tick boxed ‘incapable’ imprisoned for life.

Every decision made for them by their private provider for ever more profit.

At the mercy of a secret, unaccountable care provider.

An audit statistic, worth on average  £3,500 per week.

In its first 3 years to 2010, the Court of Protection, took control, of assets worth over  £2.3 billion.

And, in its first 18 months received 3,000 complaints, all in secret.

Potentially, more than 2 million, could lose their liberty under the Mental Capacity Act.

Without their Magna Carta right to be tried by their peers.

Dementia, Carers Act, the latest facilitates to harvest.

GPs, now paid to assess dementia risk by stealth, on routine check ups.http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3409468/How-medical-history-hold-key-dementia-risk.html

https://www.gov.uk/government/publications/dementia-post-diagnostic-care-and-support.

And, the child care industry, has increased its numbers, from 32,000 in 2009, to 82,000.

Read this PhD on forced adoptions published in 2016 http://repository.essex.ac.uk/17072/1/Sam%20Davey%20Thesis%20Final%20Final.pdf

We do not know the numbers of old, autistic and learning disabled, encaged, unseen, in residential private profit ‘care’.

And at September 2016 The Alzheimer’s Society reported Deprivation of Liberty Orders from the Court of Protection are at an all time high.

https://www.alzheimers.org.uk/site/scripts/news_article.php?newsID=2665&utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+org%2FdNPt+%28Alzheimer%27s+Society+%27Latest+News%27%29from the Court of Protection are at an all time high.

At September 2016 Altzeimer Society reported all time high in Deprivation of Liberty Orders

https://www.alzheimers.org.uk/site/scripts/news_article.php?newsID=2665&utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+org%2FdNPt+%28Alzheimer%27s+Society+%27Latest+News%27%29

So, it certainly pays, to scavenge.
many stories since we can trust no one all are scavengers all act illegally as law can’t be enforced. we are not protected. we are in cowboy and indian land with no gun
https://www.msn.com/en-gb/news/uknews/exclusive-nhs-secretary-is-mistakenly-charged-£56000-for-£169-romantic-weekend-in-budapest-but-barclays-refuses-to-help-leaving-her-paralysed-with-debt/ar-AAH8QWM?ocid=spartandhp

I Smell a Rat……

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Angel Eyes is gone.

I smell a rat.

She said, she’d see me on Monday.

We’d had a great afternoon on Thursday, dying my hair.

But  her boss rang on Saturday.

Angel Eyes, couldn’t do anymore shifts, as she’d lose her tax credits .

Not even a single hour ?

Why then,was she the only worker offered.

When she and her boss arrived 5 days ago, in answer to my email?

And, why didn’t she/he, mention her tax credits, on offering her hours?

Or , she in  her long chats on Thursday.

More crucially, where do we go from here?

Only one other agency, got back.

And they too, could be nobbled.

I analyse, my conversations, with Angel Eyes.

She came on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday.

I recall, she only started asking  odd questions on Thursday.

Lodge/Fist lady, had done the same, despite my garrulous outpouring of Issy information.

At the time, they had irritated, and upset me.

She had opened her arms to offer a hug

I’d asked why the lists of questions, she’d said, she wasn’t good at conversations.

I’d felt guilty.

I now, reflect on Angel Eye’s questions.

I feel like Miss Marble.

And annoyed, I am forced to be so paranoid.

But this de facto beleaguerment, is worse than fiction.

Do you like a drink?’

‘Are you frightened of Issy ?

‘All this is bound to put a strain on your relationship (with Seamus)’.

How does Issy get on with her sister Eleanor, oh, I have already asked you that one’.

All innocuous enough.

But now, indicative of a fishing brief..

I  think of the many poor homes, unable to buy  arrays of cleaning products, without space, clothes, bedding, and healthy food,surrounded by neighbours too willing to spy.

They are sitting ducks.

So Angel Eye’s boss arrived last night, to finalise the ‘package’.

He is now our ‘Measured Lady’.

I ask why our pot of money, cannot be given to us, to find support.

He blinds me with science, and stonewalling.

How can this be personalised services?

He shows me the CV a lady, sent to him in November, and emphasises, she works ‘independently‘, for an old couple.

He arranges a visit .

As usual, more time is wasted on administration, and, needless introductions, than support.

He spouts the standard tripe, of needing to find someone, we are happy with.

But, as with Measured Lady, there is no other candidate.

I don’t know what to say.

There, are the usual awkward silences.

I explain my dilemma.

But, the elephant in the room is ignored.

The lady is coming tonight.

The social  workers tomorrow,

For their weekly ‘surveillance’, as the package boss calls it.

Nice life.

Issy sleeps, and is happy.

Apparently, largely irrelevant, but a good little earner.