The Right Not to be Kidnapped

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April 29, 2016 | 4 Comments


  1. I’ve often thought about how to retaliate with all the bullet points you mention.

    But, I always anticipate what would be said in reply.

    I can imagine some bureaucrat for example, at the GMC, responding, that it is not usual for patients to have sight of reports which were written about them no matter who it is written by.

    This is the beginning of how it all gets one sided.

    The patient did not write a report, it was always someone else writing something, nestling amongst all the other reports in the medical records.

    This is very, very dangerous.

    It is particularly dangerous if each report writer does not confer with other report writers.

    It can be seen as a campaign of damage and patient, where is the patient?

    Surely, it should be said that everything that transpires between patient and professional is recorded and discussed.
    Leaving out the most important parts of dialogue is not helpful to the patient.

    One of the reports which did not touch the medical notes was the medical practice receptionist who said “it must be awful for your mother watching you fall apart” as I was nuisance factor in the surgery or calling from home for help and despite wanting to batter her door down, I didn’t, I sat like the Good Patient and even the receptionist (familiar friendly person in our small village) was overwhelmed at the nature of the beast..

    The response could also be “what a nice doctor, inviting you into her home for a week after the Seroxat Suicide. That was really beyond the call of duty and we applaud her compassion.”

    Her watching me sipping my Paroxetine liquid and still sending off nasty referrals, no, that doesn’t seem quite right.

    There can be dynamite in your medical records and it is vital you get access to them just to see what they said about you.

    Whatever, they said about you is set in stone and if you cry wolf, the wolf will come at you, dig in its fangs, draw blood and move on to the next patient.

    It is a screwed up system, this non system and this is before we even talk about cc….clinical trials..and not sure which latrine that was dropped into..

    It certainly would not be of interest to cc….corrupt clinicians….in darkest, deepest Peru…where I live with Paddington Bear..

    Long Walk to Freedom is one of the most profound books you will ever read in your life and I assume most enlightened persons have read it.

    Most of my super learning does not come from medical books, it comes from books like this and extra ordinary people like Nelson Mandela who despite all the tricks of his mind, kept his mind and then some…

    The people I empathise with most are those who never got the chance to take the Long Walk to Freedom…and that takes us right back to ‘clinical’ trials and everything that can be said about that on Study/Mandela/329

    Another man who hasn’t rest on his laurels with his film, Vaxxed and who also never gave up…

    This is what Natural News is saying:

  2. It has been encouraging to see so much attention given to Southern Health and its problems on the news today, very much due to the campaign led by Connor’s family following his untimely death. Let’s hope that things will improve in that region as a result of this.
    It was fantastic news about the Hillsborough decision – that the truth is finally out after all these years. Now, they say, they will fight for justice.
    Shouldn’t we take heart from these news snippets and begin to feel that, as long as we persevere with ‘truths’ as we see them, it is possible to bring about changes….even if it takes years for any change to become apparent?

  3. I met a man recently who had (just barely) rescued his dad from a kidnapping of this sort. His dad listed him as his next of kin and had given him power of attorney to deal with his finances — dad had been intermittently mentally ill and on disability for years. However, he was on the West Coast and his dad was in New England. He got an SOS call from Dad, who had been hospitalized again. The hospital was having him declared incompetent so they could give him ECT against his will!

    My friend called the hospital, who knew full well Dad had a closely involved, caring adult son. They ignored him totally, and filed court papers to appoint themselves his dad’s guardians, so they could treat him involuntarily! My friend had to fly across the country, get a lawyer and threaten a full-on court battle over custody of his dad. He’s a very savvy guy who works in healthcare admin himself; I doubt most relatives could have succeeded.

    Here’s how my friend explained why he fought so hard: He doubted ECT would do his dad any good — the behavior that got him hospitalized was more “manic” or “paranoid” than severely depressed — but conceded he wasn’t an expert. However, his dad had endured too much trauma and coercion already. He was a Vietnam combat vet, who after the war had repeatedly been forcibly injected with anti-psychotic drugs in VA hospitals. He’d also been in prison briefly.

    Being forcibly put under for ECT, perhaps a dozen times, would traumatize this man all over again. It also threatened to wipe out any chance of Dad learning to trust and work with mental-health professionals again — which was absolutely vital for a man in his shoes. And my friend knew there were other ways to get Dad back on a relatively even keel.

    Nelson Mandela (a man most would consider not just sane but heroically sane) makes the same point above: coercion and confinement have costs all their own. Especially in “behavioral health.” Doctors should use them with at least as much caution as chemotherapy, open-heart surgery or other hazardous measures. Only in the most extreme circumstances should anyone lose the right to say no — and we should always have the power to name the person we want to make decisions, if we can’t.

  4. “We thought about giving your mother, 95, antidepressants or a benzo driver, but, we thought if we did that we would not then know what was wrong with her”

    Visiting GP statement to me who had Power of Attorney and who spent six months every day at the Nursing home.

    I said explicitly to all concerned I did not want my mother on psychotropic drugs of any sort. She was obviously too old and, I knew instinctively that these drugs would certainly not be helpful

    Having decided not to give her psychotropic drugs, they then thought they would give her other drugs.

    A lot of other drugs.

    When I arrived in the Nursing Home I was shocked.

    Who was this little shrivelled body, a ghost of herself, lying dormant, unable to even raise her arm, feed herself or do anything at all apart from lie there, her eyes shut and her mouth wide open.

    “She is an old lady and we expect that she will die”

    Visiting weekly GP who decided in his wisdom that my beautiful, very alert, very smart mother was deemed “end of life”.

    End of life is final.

    I suppose I became really annoyed and told the man gp “not to give my mother her last rites” because of age.

    There was nothing wrong with her.

    She did not have dementia, parkinsons, heart problems, liver problems, cancer problems…she had nothing wrong with her.

    I was shocked at the amount of drugging she was administered and it was all very disturbing for her. Am I dying she would croak, why can’t I get up, what are they doing to me…

    It was truly awful…….

    With my background and experience would you not have expected that I should have done more to save her. She exchanged one sentence with me daily. I am so glad you are here, dear. How are you?

    Selfless to the end.

    If the post mortem turns up over enthusiastic use of drugs, then, there will be an Inquest.

    The decision rests with the Chief Coroner in Kent who will base her decision on what results came out from the incredibly difficult decision to go for Post Mortem.

    There are some things you just have to pursue. and this is by no means a unique situation but I am fully equipped to take it further as you have to do when you know they got it all wrong….déjà vu..

    I can add to Mandela, Scott of the Antarctic, Endurance, and The Worst Journey in the World and the whole gamut of books on the physical and mental strength of Pioneers.

    Please read it.

    “Never again. Never again will I complain. About anything. The sufferings heaped on the members of Scott’s second polar expedition make the ordinary misfortunes of modern life –- the fender-benders, hangovers and breakups –- seem like pleasant diversions. There are passages in this amazing memoir where the reader, appalled, begins to suspect that these men were collaborating on a metaphysically refined form of self-destruction.

    Apsley Cherry-Gerrard –- and let me say now what a wonderfully plummy name that is, worthy of some mad squire in a Waugh novel -– was, at twenty-four, the baby of the expedition. Passed over for the doomed ‘Southern Journey’ to the pole, he survived and made it back to England. Years later, at the suggestion of his neighbour, George Bernard Shaw, he put together an account of his experiences, calling it, with good reason, The Worst Journey in the World.

    Actually, the titular journey is not the famous ‘dash’ to the pole, but rather an earlier sub-expedition Cherry took part in: a hellish five-week slog through the permanent darkness of an Antarctic winter. This has got to be, without question, one of the most whacked, ape-shit schemes in the history of exploration. A few random details: temperatures so low that sweat would freeze the instant it emerged from the pores; frostbitten flesh that would break out in horrid, suppurating blisters, the very pus of which would itself freeze in turn; agonizing eight hour marches that would cover barely a mile, at the end of which Cherry and his two companions would spend an hour thawing out their sleeping bags so they could burrow into them, only to shake and thrash uncontrollably for the rest of the night. Oh, and here’s a nice touch: Cherry’s teeth spontaneously shattered in the -75 degree air. After a few days of this, it occurred to them that they were all going to die in that howling void. Cherry, at least, welcomed the idea:

    I for one had come to that point of suffering at which I did not really care if only I could die without much pain. They talk of the heroism of the dying – they little know – it would be so easy to die, a dose of morphia, a friendly crevasse, and blissful sleep. The trouble is to go on…

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