Time to stop

We received the response from the Interim Chief Executive of Oxfordshire Clinical Commissioning Group yesterday. After finding out that a commissioner had visited the unit last January as part of the Winterbourne View Joint Improvement Programme, seen it was shite and apparently done nothing, I’d rung him in a spin a week or so ago. After a bit of a rant, we agreed I’d email him the question I was randomly asking him;

Bit clunky but here it is;

Can you explain what the CCG has done since Connor died to investigate as to how and why the CCG continued to commission provision they historically knew to be inadequate?

The response is 10 pages long and contains a right load of old murky happenings and, more importantly, non happenings dating back to 2011. I won’t detail the content here. But I will say that it indicates (or reinforces) three things:

1. No one comes out of this well.

2. The response to Winterbourne View has to be up there in the ‘top 10 of ineffectual (or worse) actions’ ever.

3. LB was the victim of institutional disablism. As Jenny Morris said recently; what happened to him was the latest example of the “systemic failure to really value the lives, views and experiences of people with learning difficulties” and of the tendency to “devalue the knowledge, experience and role of parents [and other] family members”.

It really is time to say enough. Stop all the talk. Stop all the pointless meetings. Stop ‘learning lessons’ and other billy bullshit.

And act.

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Friendship

LB had a good chunk of sibs and friends. We’ve a trunk of photos, drawings, bus tickets, pictures and other stuff, drawn with and for him over the years, countless activities, do’s, parties, holidays, outings and just hanging out. Sort of organic person centred stuff. Stuff that just happened.

There was one dude that LB looked up to and idolised. And that was Dan Rolland. Dan has featured on this blog a couple of times (here and here). A few years older than LB, they were at the same school. Dan was a complete character. Fruity and edgy. I can remember a school concert where he was pretending to play the sax and generally having such an outrageously good time, he was show stopping. (I think some staff were probably worried he might literally stop the show, but he was comedy genius and I laughed till I cried).

LB found him completely hilarious, not surprisingly. He’d regularly come back from school, bouncing high on his heels with delight and announce that he and Dan had been smoking weed in the playground. They were going to share a flat in Blackbird Leys when they left school. I can remember going to school for meetings sometimes and LB would be in Dan’s class. Laughing his socks off at whatever Dan was saying.

Any mention of Dan continued to make LB laugh after Dan left school. I don’t know how many time billion times he was mentioned over the years. We only had to mention his name and LB would chuckle that magical chuckle and ask more questions about Dan.

More tears when this popped up on our #justiceforLB facebook page last night. A week in which the dude has three red double decker buses dedicated to him, his legendary friend left him a message.

Thank you Dan.

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Stinky Pete and the Slovens

Oh my blinkin-blimey. With news of the NHS England review panel into the deaths of patients receiving mental health and learning disability services at Sloven Towers since April 2011, our backstage investigative tweeters were busy at work.

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The West Hampshire Clinical Commissioning Group reported 36 unexpected deaths as SIRIs (serious incidents requiring investigation) in Slovens mental health/learning disability provision across a ten month period. This seems astonishingly high (almost one a week)* but was no cause for concern (or even note) apparently. Back in May 2013, the Sloven board meeting papers brush over serious incidents with the following flimflam, completely erasing the human;

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Eh? There were 10 serious incidents and 5 unexpected deaths involving SIRIs in April 2013 (in MH/LD services) and the Chief Medical Officer just gives a load of figure flannel?

And another peculiar thing. LB seems to be the only one of the 36 patients to get a mention in the board minutes in that period. That now infamous statement about the service user and natural causes back in July, a couple of weeks after LB died. Not a peep about the remaining 35 (and the however many other patients who died but weren’t categorised as SIRIs). That’s a bit puzzling, I thought.

I mentioned it to Rich when he got back from work.

Without a blink he said “Well we’d got our lawyer by then and had asked for all the records. That’s probably why he was mentioned in the minutes.”

Stinky Pete stench at Candour Crush Towers.

*To provide some comparison Surrey and Borders Partnership NHS Trust report 8 unexpected deaths among inpatients between October 12 and Jan 14.

 

The Connor Manifesto. A response

Yesterday evening we were completely bowled over, and pitched into a tap tear space, by photos of LB’s buses. We’re trying to keep a lid on the #107days actions and not give too much away in advance but this was too much to not shout about. How.fucking.awesome?

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What else is there to say? The dude had massive, steadfast, consistent dreams around ConnorCo and a fleet of vehicles. There are now three (3??) double decker school buses dedicated to him. Just makes me cry. With more to come on the fleet front…

Pretty much straight after seeing these pics, I got an email from the Real (and now retired) David Nicholson, responding to our Connor Manifesto. All power to Rodgers Coaches and the social movement that is #107days that I didn’t read this email straightaway. I hunkered down celebrating/weeping/reflecting on the realisation of LB’s dude dreams. Dreams I never thought imaginable.

But hey, how did David Nicholson respond?

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Thoughtfully, comprehensively and apparently sensibly.

Some of the content is a bit chuck in the nearest skip because words won’t make a difference. Ambitions to do x, y, z …. “Commissioners undertaking visits to the services they commission in recognition of the importance that they see the service first hand” is meaningless given what we now know… They have to know what they are looking at and actually act if what they see is poor. Not just ignore it.

But there is commitment to following up all deaths in mental health/learning disability services provided by Sloven since 2011 with an independent panel, commissioned by NHS England, formed to review these deaths and make a recommendation about whether further investigation is needed.

There is a plan to take forward work to establish a national learning mortality review to deliver improved information about the deaths of people with learning disabilities.

And reference to the recent review of the Mental Capacity Act and work with the CQC in ensuring monitoring the use of the Mental Capacity Act in the hospital inspection regime.

I’m too caught up with thoughts of LB’s fleet, and what should have been, to respond sensibly right now. But I will say thank you for making LB a priority in your final days at work. It means a lot.

And I hope others follow your lead.

 

 

A tale of two letters

I forgot to include a section for the Secretary of State for Health in my previous update post. Sorry. But I suppose this way he gets his own post, almost. It kind of pains me but I have to take my hat off to him. We received a handwritten letter this week in which he wrote about how shocked and sorry he was to hear about LB’s death.

“Nothing I can say can make up for the grief and sadness you and your family will feel at his loss – he was clearly a remarkable and wonderful young man…”

He apologised on behalf of the government and the NHS and said he’ll keep a close eye on the case. He ended by saying “In the meantime may I once again say how terribly sorry I am that this entirely avoidable tragedy happened.”

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It’s a letter from a person. Without jargon. Saying it like it is. Thank you Jeremy Hunt.

We also got a copy of a letter from the Trust Chairman, written to my big sis. She wrote handwritten letters to each board member about the way in which Sloven have behaved since LB died. The response goes through the condolence spiel, talks a bit about accepting the findings of the Verita report, misunderstands her point about Slovens behaviour since last July and ends with the following paragraph:

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To be fair to the guy, he has changed his position since writing this letter and mentioned during the board meeting this week that the non-execs may not have been as fully informed about everything that has happened as they perhaps should have been. Yep. And he put a stop to this relentless pressure. But setting that aside, what a contrast in the two letters. If there are any lessons to be learned about communicating with families in such terrible, terrible circumstances, I think Jeremy H has nailed it.

Drop the jargon, drop your own agenda, get your pens out and write as one human to another.

 

The story so far…

After a right old craphole week, thought it was time to briefly summarise where we’re at (as far as I know). In no particular order and focusing completely on process (partly because I’m trying not to think about the big M day* tomorrow):

The police are seeking early advice from the CPS about a possible prosecution. [Keeping us informed and up to date]

NHS England are going to commission an external review into the stuff not covered within the Verita investigation (social care, mental capacity, why LB went into the unit and why no plans were made to discharge him, etc etc.) Time frame six months, terms of reference to be written. The Real David Nicholson (who has now retired and his tweets are blooming hilarious as a result) is responding in writing to the Connor Manifesto. [Keeping us informed and up to date]

Adult Safeguarding Board. Not a dicky bird since our solicitor requested a serious case review last summer. Apparently they are considering commissioning one now which may supersede the above.

Oxfordshire Clinical Commissioning Group. Chief Exec is going to answer our main question (what have they done since LB died to investigate why they continued to commission provision they historically knew to be inadequate?) by April 4th. A further set of questions (thanks to twitter contributors) will be answered on their website within 20 days. [Since I phoned him this week he is keeping us informed]

Oxfordshire County Council, Social and Community Services. Not a dicky bird. The Director responded to a letter from My Life My Choice this week. In it he says the council check the quality of services every year and lays the blame squarely at the Slovens feet.

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What a load of old baloney. Anyway, sounds like the buck is currently bouncing over to Social Care Towers as they are the lead commissioner. [News via twitter]

The Slovens. My lovely big sis attended their board meeting this week in the Hampshire countryside and was swept off her feet with tea, biscuits and Katrina love. She managed to remain razor sharp and has fed back that KP was stopped in her spiel about meeting us by the Chair of the Board. He said their continual pressure on us to meet with them could be seen as pushing their agenda rather than ours and if that was the case, it would be “incredibly insensitive”. Thank fuck for a bit of sense within Slovetown. No other news other than they are under a helluva lot of scrutiny and word on the street is there may be (even more) trouble ahead.

The inquest is delayed until the various investigations are complete.

#107days. Hehe. I know this ain’t part of the official process but blow me down. What a campaign. Absolutely brilliant days so far and so much still to come. A celebration of all things dude spreading so far from Scotland down to Kent, stopping off in Yorkshire with LB buses in Vancouver, (appropriately) by the Statue of Liberty this week and more drawings on our facebook page.

*heading off on the bus to watch Fulham Everton with Rich and Tom in brazenly non M day fashion. Good call by Rich.

The Pro Shop

Years ago, after chucking in university and rambling off to explore other spaces, I came home and landed a job as an editorial assistant for a little publication called ‘The Pro Shop’. It was a monthly magazine linked somehow with the Professional Golfers Association. It went to all professional golfers in the UK. Now I ain’t no golfer but we (staff of two) had a chuckle or two in the tiny office off the high street… typesetting, spray mount and daily pub lunches. At one editorial meeting around November we came up with an annual ‘Shopfitter of the Year’ competition. We thought we were on fire. We’d invite pros to send in pics of their creative shopfitting efforts. One of the golfing equipment companies stumped up a good prize (a Titleist? set of golf clubs or summat like that) and four other prizes were pledged. Wowsers. We were excited.

We did the blurb, designed the application form (postal) and looked forward to receiving the (polaroid) pics in the post.

The first entry arrived within days. With “Shopfitter of the Year Competition” obediently written in caps across the envelope. We couldn’t wait to see it, envisaging the sackloads of entries that would follow. Already buffing our judging hats. We ripped open the envelope and out dropped a picture of a branch, stuck in a pot with a couple of golf shoes tied by the laces hanging from it. Wonkily.

We chucked it to one side.

About two weeks later no other entries had arrived and the closing date was looming. A hastily convened editorial meeting was held. We’d have to extend the closing date and big up the blurb. This generated three more pretty mediocre entries. We extended it again. Photographing the clubs (which by now were acting as a coat hanger, Christmas tree and target for angst ridden, screwed up bits of paper) in the office and outside the office door in the alleyway (better light).

A fifth entry arrived by spring. Almost lost in the amount of angry post from entry 1 demanding to know who had won first prize.

Thank fuck for that. We could announce a winner and the four runner ups.

The reason I’m remembering this story today is because the Health Service Journal announced their ‘Top Chief Executives’ list. ‘Recognising the outstanding leaders of NHS provider organisations’. It included Katrina Percy.

I can only hope think the editorial team were in a similar ‘extend the deadline for nominations’ situ of desperation. Gnawing on their fists over a greasy but delicious shepherd pie and couple of pints.

We never ran the competition again.

 

 

A preventable death

Spoke to two people this week who separately told me this story.

As part of a project team under the Winterbourne View Joint Improvement Programme, they were tasked with finding good practice in assessment and treatment centres. Through examining paperwork they identified five places to visit. They went to one area, hooked up with a local commissioner and spoke to managers who confirmed that the provision was good. They then spoke to families and some dudes who told them a different story. They went to visit the unit and were shocked at what they saw. They were told by patients that they didn’t like the place, that the kitchen and laundry were kept locked, they were given the wrong clothes back and couldn’t have a cup of tea when they wanted. The team was shown round the unit and it was awful. At the end of the visit, the commissioner, who was visibly shocked, said it just goes to show how important it is to go and actually visit places.

The two people who told me this story said they assumed that the commissioner would act on this.

The unit was STATT. The visit took place in January 2013.

Tales from the community

Thought I’d start to share a few of the stories we have been told recently about provision for the dudes ‘in the community’. I know this blog is used in social care teaching and thought they may provide some useful fodder for discussion. Names are removed and I ain’t commenting. Just retelling.

So here’s the gig.

Dude Dean (DD) is ‘independently supported’ to live in a shared house. His support needs are judged to be such that he has a limited amount of support. He shares the house with Dude Lenny who is judged to have high support needs and 24 hour support. Their house is connected through a lobby to a second house which has three dudes all with 24 hour support packages.

Now most Saturdays, Dude Lenny goes back to his parent’s house which leaves DD home alone. In House 2, the dudes are put to bed early (I ain’t commenting, just retelling) and the three support workers watch the TV. DD often nipped through to House 2 to watch the TV with them until the care manager found out and said he was breaching the privacy of the three dudes whose house it was.

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DD wasn’t happy. A young man in his twenties, he didn’t want to spend Saturday night on his own. His mum asked if one of the three support workers from House 2 could come through and hang out with him, as they were only watching TV. No, she was told. They were supporting the three dudes in House 2. Not DD.

So what does DD do? Phone his mum of a Saturday night, upset and lonely.

The end.

Move on down the bus

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Rich made up this song when LB was younger.

“No standing upstairs,
Hold on tight there please,
Move on down the bus,
Move on down the bus”

It had a pretty irritating tune but made the dude chuckle every time (and believe me, there were a lot of times).

It sprung into my mind this morning when I read the Chief Executive (of the Oxfordshire Clinical Commissioning Group) report for the board meeting tomorrow.
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Wowsers. From one Chief Exec to another. A collective move along now. Move on down the bus. Nothing to see here.

Well you can stop that bus right now. Because we have quite a few questions for Ian Wilson CBE, his team and the local authority. And we ain’t going away until we get some answers.

Lovely bus picture by Millie age 6 in year 2 is part of #107Days.. there is a bus picture album on our JusticeforLB facebook page if you want to add your own picture.