Source: The OPG Strikes Again
“Everyone said, ‘In there at least she’s going to get help’ but she didn’t get anything at all.”
Amy’s mother on her removal to the Priory Hospital Ticehurst House, in August 2012.
3 months later 14 year old Amy was dead.
Amy was a troubled, confused teenager, but why ?
Her mother described her as having ‘ a warm heart and a great sense of humour.’
’ She never liked to see people treated unfairly and would be the first to stand and say ‘that’s not right’’
But the tragic irony was, that Amy herself was treated beyond unfairly, and no one, systemically, could stand up for her.
Amy’s forthrightness and conviction, contributed to her CAMH’s diganoses of oppositional defiant disorder (ODD), defined as a pattern of angry/irritable mood, argumentative/defiant behaviour.
And Conduct disorder(CO) a range of antisocial types of behaviour displayed in childhood or adolescence.
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It’s a tough gig bringing up a disabled child. Yep. It shouldn’t be, I know. Appropriate, timely and sufficient support would make a huge difference. And a seismic shift in public attit…
On the 4th February 2015, Thomas Rawnsley’s life support unit was switched off.
He was just 20, Downs and autistic but physically fit.
It is 4 years since Thomas was removed from his sisters and mother to Norcott House to his ‘independent’ life in his own bungalow in his ‘local community’ with 24/7 support .
But Norcott House carers blew the whistle, after a particularly horrific night shift, when a worker, who had been targeting and abusing Thomas for six months, kicking him into his bedroom and bending his fingers back with the words, ‘ Let’s see how many fingers I can break this time ‘, but as Thomas was double jointed he had never succeeded.
It is 3 years since Thomas, deeply traumatised by this abuse was removed to a mental hospital because staff at Norcott House found him now difficult to manage.
It is 2 and a…
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I had an astonishing conversation with Steven’s psychiatrist on Tuesday.
It was Steven’s six monthly check up. I haven’t been to any of the appointments for ages. I had that awful experience at the mental capacity assessment in 2010 when the psychiatrist threw me out of the room. Although he retired a couple of years ago, I’ve left the support workers to go with Steven to the appointments. Mainly because the appointments have been so facile – ten minutes of ticking boxes about his appearance, his sleeping, his appetite and his behaviour.
On Tuesday, Steven got up late and the support worker phoned me to say that Steven was refusing to go. I phoned the clinic and the secretary said she would get the doctor to phone me at the appointment time.
It was a new doctor. Since the old chap retired, Steven has seen a different doctor at each…
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Rich met me at the bus stop after work yesterday. I was feeling a bit low. We wandered home across the London Road. “You seem a bit despondent…” “Yeah. I am. Fed up with raging. And the continued shite that just doesn’t change. Not sure I can bear another year of being so angry… I’m […]