Private troubles and public issues

Not a brilliant week in some ways. We were kind of pole-axed by the letter from Katrina Percy in response to questions raised here. Rich was at Fulham with Tom and Owen on Wednesday evening when we received the email from Charlotte, our solicitor. The day before they received GCSE results (and both did brilliantly, love em). I was at home.

I don’t want to say much about the letter and luckily I don’t need to. George Julian has written a careful and thorough commentary in three parts, starting here. Grannie Wise made a welcome return to blogging about it.

For us, fourteen months after LB died, and having been on the receiving end of the shite detailed laboriously on these pages, this response to a very straightforward set of questions (which really should never have to be asked in the first place) was a pounding too far. I felt sick on and off for the next couple of days.

I recently gave a talk in which I thought about private troubles and public issues, terms used by American sociologist C.Wright Mills. I argued that while the grief we were experiencing (and would likely continue to experience for our lifetimes) was a private trouble, LB’s death was a public issue. His death was an issue that should concern us all. It underlines how society perceives people like him to be not fully human.

In the letter, Katrina Percy was very much framing what had happened as a private trouble. Her trust had done absolutely everything right and we were just a nuisance. Even down to her insistence that questions would only be answered in a face to face setting. The most micro level. Meanwhile, over in the States, the annual conference of The society for Social Problems (SSSP) was taking place. The SSSP ‘is a diverse sociological community for scholars, activists, and practitioners, committed to social justice’. Mark Sherry, whose students made such a remarkable contribution to #107days, was at the conference and proposed a resolution around what had happened to LB.

(‘SSSP resolutions constitute an important opportunity for our scholar-activist membership to publicly declare their sentiments, thereby creating a channel for greater visibility and more direct influence upon a variety of “publics,” i.e., fellow activists, scholars, students, decision-makers, social action groups, voters, and others.’)

Yesterday morning I got this message from Mark on facebook;

Sara, there were hundreds of people involved in motion. It went to a Directors (or Chairs) meeting, before it went to the general assembly. There were some minor ammendments, and people wanted elaboration, but it eventually passed unanimously. I was very moved, I left that session close to tears. There are good people in the world. I will scan it and send the entire resolution to you. But the massive outcome is this: “Be it further resolved that SSSP add a special session at our next conference in honor of Connor Sparrowhawk. The session will ensure that the issue continues to be discussed into the following year, with scholars examining the social problem further.”

A very public issue. And enormous thanks to Mark and the SSSP.

Dog the Bounty Hunter, the LBBill and a campaign down under

I’ve been thinking today about what it’s like to deal with what we’ve been dealing with. In terms of the process/experience. Rosie’s in London with the wondrous Jack, Tom’s in Hinksey Park with his mates, Rich and Owen are playing cricket with Busker John and I did some gardening, cleared up a bit (yes, Rich, I did), had a snooze and then sat down again to do some ‘work’.

Work. Two Freedom of Information requests. And a bit more research into the complicated story around Ridgeway Trust, Sloven, shared budgets and the big takeover. Dull, dull, dull beyond dull really. But necessary work.

“Get over yourself missus, piss off out into the fresh air… have some fun!” I hear some of you mutter, understandably bored by my focus on this.

I’d love to do that. But I’ve no confidence whatsoever in the ‘process’ of getting justice and accountability for LB’s death (he died?). This no confidence is not a random, irrational position, but one built up steadily and consistently since July 4th last year. The latest revelation that LB’s  death was upgraded from Level 1 seriousness to Level 2, seven weeks after his death compounds this.

I think about LB when I do this laborious stuff. Which is quite cool. He was such a justice hound, idolising the Metropolitan Police (and Dog the Bounty Hunter). How could we not pull out all the stops for him?

So far #justiceforLB/#107days has been instrumental in the ‘making of a scandal’, the ‘making of a serious incident’ and the ‘unmaking of a cover up’ (allegedly/hopefully). It has also inspired the thinking about and beginnings of the #LBBill; a Private Members’ Bill giving learning disabled people the statutory right to be able to live in their own homes. (Bill making is in the more than capable hands of Steve Broach, Mark Neary, Neil Crowther, People First England,  Simon Duffy and an army of people/families more than ready to change things.)

It has been an absolute slog in some ways (all credit to @georgejulian for extraordinary effort, commitment and action as informal campaign manager). But it’s also been a complete delight to be part of such a joyful movement for change in such a typically negative, downtrodden and ignored area. Evidence of this joyfulness is peppered over twitter/facebook and blog posts/comments and emails, but here are some titbits from today. I can’t believe the dude made it down under…

Awesome dudereeny-ness.

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A very public record

The anger and rage around the appointment of Stephen Bubb continues to play out in social media. Bubb, himself, feeds the fire, effortlessly with no need for further comment. The set of comments on my previous post (and on many posts on this blog) provide illustration of the consistent fight, fear and disempowerment of learning disabled people and their families.

Around 16 years ago now, I first met Fran, our advocate, through what we thought was a groundbreaking new initiative by the local authority. The ‘Parents Advisory Group’ (PAG). Wow. We were ready (we thought) to challenge the world of ‘special needs’ and bring about change. Such naivety. We thought nothing of the parents ahead of us in this new and strange world.

Earlier this year, Bill Mumford came to meet a group of Oxfordshire parents and allies including Pat and other carers, who had decades of caring experience. It was more than apparent that the fight had been fought, without sniff of victory, over and over and over again. The balance of power firmly in the hands of the provider (NHS or otherwise), commissioners, local authorities and staff who can, with ease, draw on the devastating tool of ‘contact’ and worse to control dissenting voices.

Right now, we have a bit more welly than we did back in the days of PAG. We have a platform not previously available to the likes of Pat (although she, and many others like her are still standing ready in a way that makes me weep at their undented commitment in the face of decades of fuckawful fighting).

It’s kind of fascinating to see the fire fighting techniques of the conventionally powerful (including big charities) at the mo to #justiceforLB. Apologetic (lay) name dropping blog posts, press releases, personal emails/DMs, tweeted ‘concerns’ or ‘pleas’ to unite rather than fragment, meetings involving a cherry picked few to neutralise/counter mobilise.

In addition, we receive genuine and heartfelt messages of support from some. Outraged and frustrated by unfolding events and complete lack of action.

Earlier, George Julian reflected on how we’re damned if we do and damned if we don’t in terms of engaging with discussions around the latest shambolic developments. Mark Neary has pretty much captured all that needs to be said in his post; ‘So tainted, it can only do more harm than good’. We ain’t being divisive or difficult (a pretty offensive insinuation, given that the only division throughout #107days was the deliberate lack of involvement by any big charity other than the NAS*). We all know that this new steering group is not going to lead to any effective change. It will simply eat more time (not nosh anymore, I suspect) with talk. Years and years of talk.

It was an error appointing Bubb. One he underlines with each post. One that is documented in various posts and tweets. A very public error. One which will be analysed and written about in future dissertations/research projects. The beauty of social media is that voices of dissent can’t easily be silenced. And remain visible. A very public record.

So. For the record, we have no alternative agenda or conflict of interests. We simply want effective change. Not one member of Bubb’s merry band can say that.

*Ironically the likes of the NAS and Mencap were set up by raging parents.

Papering the cracks

It’s 4.07am in Japan and my rubbishy (non) sleep continues. It’s odd dipping in and out of unfolding developments from afar. So what’s happened on the Bubbgate front? Well, the Bubbman has updated his blog and Mencap and the Challenging Behaviour Foundation (CBF) have issued press releases to try and cover their backs. Stephen Bubb’s update is, as I would expect despite having only known of his existence for 48 hours now, an exercise in complete arrogance. Mencap and CBF have clearly been caught with egg on their face (sorry, these breakfast jokes are going to run and run) and are, like the Bubbster, proclaiming their complete conviction that learning disabled people and families must be involved in this new group. Just awkward all round.

I kind of feel despair really that no one round that breakfast table (apparently key players in the provision of learning disability provision) either thought or had the guts to say that a Plan couldn’t possibly be developed by such a narrow group of chosen few. What a clear illustration of talking the talk and not walking the walk. The complete lack of action in changing learning disability provision becomes so understandable in the face of such cosy, myopic and self interested players.

Anyway. It’s LB’s leavers prom tomorrow. He won’t get his chance to ride in the limo. The school invited us to attend and are going to let off some balloons in his memory. Rich is going (sob). As @georgejulian tweeted this morning, ‘how special that school can consistently get it so fecking right’. Yep. It is.

And how beyond depressing that so many others, with power and influence, get it so fucking wrong.

Bill, Bubb and the Plan

A year ago tomorrow (I’m on Japan time so my timing is a teeny bit flakey) it was LB’s do. Today he featured, along with Josh and Chris on the Today programme. I don’t know what I’d have thought about this a year ago. I wasn’t in a fit state to think about anything really. The thought of burying our child was so off the scale of anything I could make sense of (and remains so) – drenched in unfiltered,unmediated horror – that any thoughts of what will, could and should happen were pretty much absent.

The Today programme. Hey ho. Pretty major national coverage. A brief segment aired despite the lack of a no show by Jezza Hunt, Norman Lamb or any government official. The stench of doesn’t count hanging heavy in the air as ever. Thanks to Zoe Conway for running with the story despite this.

I was offline all day and came back to find that NHS England had appointed Stephen Bubb to head a “new group of experts and advisors to develop a guide for how to provide health and care for those with learning disabilities”. Bubb, who has the baffling role of Chief Executive of the Association of Chief Executive Organisations according to his blog biog (hahahahaha) wrote on his blog about this new role which seems to involve some responsibility for the Winterbourne JIP. This isn’t clear because he only reports on the first of three questions apparently asked of him by Simon Stevens, new head of NHS England.

Bubb’s blog made me wonder why the fuck NHS England had given him this gig. But who am I to comment on the Chief Executive of Chief Executives? A mother who wants (deserves) answers and accountability I suppose. So I’ll work through his post that I recommend read in full. [I won’t screengrab it because the sooner it disappears/is edited the better really].

So. From the top. “Inpatients” of ATUs don’t necessarily need “to be cared for by their families”. (And ditch ‘service user’).

It wasn’t “courageous” of Yawnman (sorry Norm, trying to continue to love ya but out of patience with the hands tied response) Lamb to suggest there should be serious consequences for the “Winterbourne abusers”.

“Simon Stevens was clear that only the third sector could deliver the promise and he wanted me to look at a plan for ‘co-commissioning between the NHS and my (?) members.” Eurgh really? Er, what is the promise? Does Simon Stevens know what has been attempted so far by the Winterbourne JIP? And what do you know about learning disabled people Bubbsey? “My members”?

It gets worse.

“I gathered my top provider members in learning disability for a breakfast to discuss our options. They were enthusiastic for the task. […] Mark Winter, my (?) multi-talented Head of Health Commissioning wrote up our Plan on the back of that breakfast.”

Tsk tsk Bill (and predecessors in the long and sorry story of Winterbourne failure). You clearly missed the secret brekkie meeting weapon.  And writing the Plan on the back of it. Foiled by the use of traditional means of note taking. Without hash browns or fresh OJ. Thank fuck for Bubbs and his creative thinking. One breakfast and sorted.

Joking aside. And it really ain’t a laughing matter. This ill (non?) informed man is apparently tasked (why? At what cost?) by the newly appointed head of NHS England to sort out the reduction of the numbers of people in ATUs and improve the lot healthcare of learning disabled people. With no apparent understanding, knowledge or experience of learning disabled people. And no apparent engagement with any learning disabled people or family members.

Have we bounced back a few decades?

“Of course with any such task [I seriously hope there ain’t many tasks like this Bubb] there will be a multitude of views and interests but I’ve been pleased so far [er, 30 seconds and the snaffling of a few croissants?] that we all seem to be on the side of sorting it out, and that means being client centred.”

The astonishing and gut wrenchingly depressing finale:

“We submitted the Plan and it was accepted.”

*tumbleweed*

Tomorrow I’ll be thinking about that long hot day, last summer. When we followed our beautiful boy in a red Routemaster coffin in a red Routemaster bus to the cemetery.

And I’ll try not to think too much about the layers of shite that have happened since.

From puzzlement to good old humanity

Being a bit buffeted around the houses at the mo with the various happenings around the various non happenings around what’s (not) happened. Yep. A year on and … ? Not an awful lot really. Though a lot on paper. The wheels of justice and accountability seem to turn anti-clockwise when it comes to learning disabled people.

I heard tonight that Rodgers Coaches who dedicated three red double decker buses to LB have dedicated a fourth. Apparently the sign writer won’t take payment.  As the legendary Mrs Buhweet says ‘give a person a chance to show their humanity, and they will’.

Here’s to what you can do. If you can. And you do it.

To Linda Rodgers, Mrs Buhweet and the sign writer. Who show how it can and should be done.

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Another fine mess

I was pretty shocked/horrified to get this comment on facebook last night in response to yesterdays post about abuse in a second MacIntyre school.

Oh my god Sara things have been going horribly wrong at here for our daughter lately and we kept trying to find out what was going on no answers -so many staff jumping ship and change of carers at residential care. Much to our frustration and anger no-one was filling us in on anything but tonight I learn from your blog that this is exactly what is going on at a place where our daughter attends has left me sick to my stomach. She is about to leave here and now I just want to pull her out tonight. What the hell type of care do they call this …..I am gutted truly gutted …….

Caroline (not real name) learned via facebook that there was an investigation into abuse at her daughter’s residential school?

I noticed the increase of agency staff that had not being introduced to Jenny or ourselves. I made a complaint and was assured that it would not happen again. We are dealing with autistic people here with very complex needs and epilepsy and after everything that has happened in Slade House, I was being a complete pain in the backside about everything being monitored and who is working with Jenny when… Saturday night we rang for our usual evening update… only for the phone to be answered by a complete stranger and we could hear poor Jenny in complete distress roaring and screaming so rather than wait for the stranger to explain, we went and got her at 9.30 at night. Raging, I demanded to speak to head of care there this morning and would not leave until I saw her.

She was a complete nightmare saying “she understands” how frustrated I feel. Oh my god I lost it. “Do you? Do you really know how hard it is to have your only child in residential care only to find that she is NOT getting the care she is entitled to?” 

Still no mention as to why staff at the house were all leaving in a matter of weeks. We could not figure it out. But OCC did not let us know either. So fucking angry . My head is all over the place – I don’t know what to think. Why weren’t we informed ? Why ?

Not sure there’s an awful lot to add really. Other than the cesspit of health and social care provision for learning disabled young people and adults is clearly festering in Oxfordshire. And the positive action taken over the first MacIntyre abuse incident may have led to the second one being discovered, but some other balls have been dropped along the way.

More puzzlement

Bill Mumford resigned from the Winterbourne JIP today after a second incident of abuse was discovered at a MacIntyre school. Media coverage of this largely focuses on the impact on the (failing) Winterbourne JIP. Abuse schamuse really. No flicker of interest.

Odd, given this is what sparked the setting up of the Winterbourne JIP.

Why is this? Why’s the discovered/alleged abuse of learning disabled kids or young adults largely irrelevant in the reporting?

Naming these incidents ‘safeguarding issues’ probably contributes. It sounds so benign compared to the graphic images portrayed in the Panorama documentary. Combined with the swift shutting down of any discussion about it. Only a few days ago, Mark Lever, Chief Exec of the National Autistic Society wrote a moving piece about the importance of providers’ sharing occasional failures openly for #107days.  He pledged to convene a roundtable with providers to explore this further. Openness has to be the way forward. Bill Mumford today said that MacIntyre have been asked not to make any further comment while the police investigation is underway. Bill published a similar statement on the Local Government Association website about the first incident in which he discussed stepping down from the JIP.

I’ve been thinking about this whole keeping schtum while investigations are being done recently. We’re blanketed by investigations at the mo. Staff (possibly though still haven’t been informed), police and a serious case review. You’d think my posts would be looking like the set of redacted emails from Sloven. Or my blog would have been disappeared.

Nah. Seems like I can say quite a lot about what happened without the earth caving in. Not everything. But quite a lot. So I’m left thinking (and please, lovely legal eagles who stumble across this blog, feel free to send me a short, sharp ‘shut the fuck up tedious, raging woman‘  if necessary) that the ‘can’t possibly say a word till after the investigation/trial/inquest/’ is a bit of a tool used to control and silence people. And contain the truth.

More than happy to be put right on this.

That there are continued instances of abuse, over decades now, seems to call for a bit more openness and transparency. And something else. The traditional processes clearly ain’t working.

A coating of what?

Rich and I went to the All Party Parliamentary Group on Learning Disability this afternoon in the Houses of P. Reporting on progress from Winterbourne View. Lord Rix chaired. Phil spoke movingly about his young son Josh being so far from home. Hazel Watson from NHS England talked about what was being done (as ever, being done, rather than done) about closing assessment and treatment units (ATUs). Viv Cooper from the Challenging Behaviour pulled up the Winterbourne Joint Improvement Programme for non-action across three years. The Executive Director from the LGA (who?) said words. I was reminded of washing LB’s hair. Water bouncing off with none penetrating his thick and unruly mop. Words. Bouncy bits of water. Doing nothing.

I stopped listening and thought about bath times.

Norman Lamb, Minister of State for Support and Care talked the talk. Passionately engaged with trying to get people out of ATUs. What are the obstacles Norm?

  1. Absence of information about who is in them. [in hand]
  2. A lack of senior people in NHS England responsible for the programme. [changed since March with Jane Cummings/Hazel Watson taking responsibility]
  3. A reliance on psychiatrists making clinical judgements about placements when they are paid by the service providers. [brain melt]
  4. Problems around funding and funding flows. [an apparently insolvable problem]
  5. An ingrained culture in which learning disabled people aren’t seen as equal citizens. [It’s up to all of us to change this one].

Ok. We know the issues. What’s going to happen? Er, fuck all by the sounds of it. Norm has his hands tied apparently. Hugely frustrating n’ all, but those local clinical commissioning groups/local authorities are a plinking law to themselves (paraphrasing a bit here). There are no local services to support the release of people. People aren’t released because a) containment is a cash cow for providers and b) local authorities can’t suddenly stump up the costs for newly released people.

Eh? Sorry Norm, but if you can’t do anything to change things, who can?

*tumbleweed*

In the room were a largish group of parents. A group of parents who, between them, had enough atrocity stories to sink a battleship of pointless talk and no action. And that’s without chucking in the fact that LB died [he died?]. In the small amount of time left for questions, completely harrowing experiences were lobbed at the panel in Committee Room 4. Overlooking the Thames and the London Eye. Each story should (and would) have led to criminal proceedings if they had occurred outside ATUs. Stories of abuse/assault/neglect and fear. Against people who are not listened to or able to fight back.

This being a British affair, the atrocity stories were comfortably absorbed without visible shaking of etiquette. LB’s death even popped up in the discussion as something unspeakable but at the same time, a little bit of a ‘fable’. A work in progress version of a horrific event acknowledged but, at the same time, written out of the landscape. Our dude has made it to the parliamentary table, but with a particular coating. A ‘move on and thankfully not mainstream news’ coating.

We went to the pub. And chewed over next steps with Mencap and the Challenging Behaviour Foundation. A shared recognition of the scandalous/untenable position that is.

Yep. And?

All in a weekend…

Yesterday, we got back from Eseld’s christening to news of Martin, Chris and John’s remarkable cycling achievement (107 miles?!) More wow stuff. (One of the many things we’ll do with #107days is a totting up of spaces and distance covered…)

Over at Glastonbury, the #justiceforLB flag made the BBC 3 homepage and, despite the broken flag pole, continued to engage, charm and spread the campaign word. The Goodley/Lawthom clan demonstrating on the ground activism in legendary colourful brilliance.

Just to keep us firmly immersed in the cesspit that is negotiating with a state related death of a child, we also came home to more email correspondence from Sloven.

You couldn’t make it up. Post-Francis/post-Keogh/post-whatever talk ain’t reached Sloven Towers in any shape or form. More comedy (not) redaction. Page after page of black.

Bit of a stark contrast between #107days action and the knee jerk, impossibly fraught, tightly bounded responses of the various state institutions implicated in what happened to LB. ‘It wasn’t me guv’ statements of denial/non-involvement/implication tattooed on numerous foreheads, eyes firmly pinned on the floor.

Well here’s a radical thought.

Maybe take the spotlight. And own it? 

Maybe shine it on your own patch and ‘fess up to the fucking obvious? You can’t get much more bleeding obvious than LB’s preventable death [he died]. Don’t send out reams of redacted bullshite paperwork. Paperwork that causes more distress, anger, rage and despair. When, believe me, none is necessary.

Why not step off the well trodden conveyor belt of beating families into submission through relentless unnecessary actions and call a halt to ‘cover up/contain’ meetings?

Why not take the randomly colourful (and I assume more comfortable) path of talking openly about what went wrong and why (without mention of ‘lessons learnt’)? I don’t know, but imagine relevant staff from across Sloven/Oxon County Council/Clinical Commissioning Group would feel a shedload better right now if this had happened.

The flag pole broke but Team Glasto picked it up, improvised and carried on campaigning. On the ground. No black in sight. Sharing LB’s story with people who got it.

People tend to be pretty open and responsive to things that are obvious. That’s probably what underpins #107days. Nothing fancy. Just a simple recognition that a young dude had his life cut short in a completely unacceptable way. LB should be looking forward to his leaving prom night this week. Wearing the sharp suit.  His turn, at last, in the stretch limo. On the brink of adult life. A life of possibilities/opportunities stretching ahead of him.

Instead, he died. In an ignored and indifferent space. And all the redaction in the world ain’t going to make that fact disappear.

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