When is neglect not neglect?

Still angry, I know its not healthy and if my lovely ma were still alive she’d be imploring me to shut my laptop and do something to relax. I tried this afternoon after posting my last three blogs, honest I did, but I managed to balls up my knitting and lose the plot of what […]

Training humanity

I spent most of yesterday crafting a blog post that I couldn’t bring myself to write. There have been too many words said, and too many promises broken, too many times. I woke today and knew I had to record something, to witness this. I’ve been trying to limit my time on twitter lately due […]

You may choose to look the other way…

It’s my birthday today (thank you for the tweets and messages) and last night I heard a rumour that St Andrew’s Healthcare were going to get a roasting from CQC about their services in a report published today. For those not in the know St Andrews, or St Arseholes as Mark Neary coined them perhaps […]

Surviving Huronia

In my last post I mentioned that from 1876 to 2009 thousands of children and adults with developmental disabilities/learning disabled people lived in the Huronia Regional Centre institution at Orillia. I also stated that the abuse and neglect they were subjected to was utterly dehumanising, life altering and in some cases life ending. In 2008 Marilyn […]

Sorry seems to be the hardest word

Richard Handley’s inquest concluded yesterday, the coroner found gross failings, missed opportunities and that Richard should not have died. No-one should die of constipation in a civilised society. It’s utterly disgraceful. It makes me so angry and so sad. It’s too early for me to blog about the coroner’s decision or what we might change […]

The life and death of Richard Handley #OpenJustice

I’ve spent the last fortnight in Ipswich, live tweeting the inquest of Richard Handley, a young man whose life was cut short in it’s prime, aged just 33. I’ve spent break times with Richard’s family in the court jury room, listening to the telling of tales and the sort of family folklore that we’d all […]

Inquest reflections #JusticeforLB

Last week I wrote a post reflecting on the first week of LB’s inquest last year. It focused on some of the themes that emerged in that first week, the sprinklings of candour, the constant undercurrent of mother blaming, the contradictions and flaky knowledge of epilepsy, even then, years after LB died, years after Southern […]