The birds eye view from an Oxon Commissioner

Summary of a 4615 word letter about what happened to LB below sent [to anon] by an Oxon Commissioner in 2014, forwarded to our legal team just before LB’s inquest. Beware the wrath of middling/senior public sector figures if you want to publicly document your experience of public sector provision is clearly the message here. An illustration of the toxicity of local authority/CCG practice. [Rage warning.]

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A tale of mother blame.

Deference to a bereaved mother means that she has been able to tell a partial story.  This is frustrating. I know through inside information that not all that’s written on the blog is accurate. I mean LB’s recent diagnosis of epilepsy was the least of the family’s worries. The children’s team told me this. His mother  often rejected support only to come back wanting it immediately. She accused social services of harassment and told the social care manager she should have read her Facebook page to know she wasn’t coping.

It’s my understanding that his mother was the one who pushed for admission. She didn’t want LB home and was pushing for a supported living service that can’t be magicked up in a few weeks. [Christ]. She refused an increase in LB’s direct payment package and never made a complaint which was obviously the sensible thing to do. 

It was clearly a difficult time if you read her blog however not everything she reported was accurate. She frequently took lines out of emails people sent her out of context and posted them. And wrote things staff disputed. A colleague was trying to get LB out of STATT but because Sara Ryan didn’t want him home, they didn’t push it. In hindsight, they should have just discharged him.

I’ve read the minutes of the Care Programme Approach meeting where bathing was discussed. There were no minuted objections from the family to the idea that he should be left alone in the bath. He hadn’t had a seizure for a year so although in retrospect, 15 minute checks look unsafe, it may have been a reasonable risk assessment at the time. His mother and her friends tried to make the CPA meeting person centred and this was why vital things could have been missed. You can’t really have person centred planning fitting with clinical health processes. [Tsk].

I know that Sara Ryan doesn’t think this but the majority of STATT staff are very caring. People cried all weekend after LB died and still people are shaken and upset by it. The huge amount of negative publicity that has been generated continues to cause them immense stress. Sara refused to speak to anyone except via her sister and has made it difficult for open honest communication.

Once STATT was closed, and SR was banging on in social media land about stuff, we’ve been unable to do our jobs properly. Patients have nowhere to go and we’re too scared to say anything because of that pesky blog. I still believe that the worst services were always outside of Oxfordshire. The trouble is that SR’s anger is unproductive and her blog is causing problems. She names and shames people and causes illness. One friend was off work sick for two days as a result of one post.  I believe her campaigning has done a lot of damage.

I originally thought LB could have died anywhere but I now know [after publication of the original Verita review] that Sloven were responsible for his death. Despite SR refusing to speak to anyone, Sloven did themselves no favours by retreating. We usually do a quality visit after an unexplained death but the police and HSE were investigating. We asked the local NHS England team for the highest level of investigation but it wasn’t until SR spoke to David Nicholson that Verita were appointed. We argued for a family advocate but weren’t listened to. We didn’t visit STATT ourselves because a lot was going on and before we were able to review the unit the [pesky] CQC pitched up. They used a new form of investigation looking at stuff they wouldn’t usually look at (medication storage, clinical waste, batteries in defibrillators and so on). The CQC inspector gave us mixed messages and I certainly felt there were some wider politics going on.

I was really shocked by the Verita findings and had no idea that LB was experiencing increasing seizure activity or that risk assessments weren’t being conducted. I believe we at OCC had no way of knowing that we weren’t being told the truth by STATT staff or that Sloven weren’t checking on things. It’s the STATT team who will have to live with LB’s death for the rest of their lives. 

I do think in hindsight we could have perhaps followed up on the blog  and done some more checks in recognition of the fact a new organisation was taking over, but we were so stretched, I don’t think we could have done much more than that.

I know LB’s death was horrific and upsetting and I know his mother will never get over it. But you can never guarantee 100% safety and it’s not good for people to be continually checked. I’m fairly confident we’d have picked up STATT’s deterioration at our next visit (we do it all the time) but sadly it was too late.

I feel immensely sorry for Sara Ryan, it is terrible she has lost her son. However, I believe bloggers have a duty to be honest, and accurate; and some of the effect of her campaigning has made things difficult not just for professionals but for other service users and families. My hope is that she can find some kind of peace with this, and that one day, she might be able to move on.

Oh fuck right off.

[I’ve never met this person].

Nearly turning 21, magic and mopping up crapshite

Not a good time. LB’s 21st birthday on November 17th. Against a backdrop of global senselessness and horror. MargoJMilne posted a link to a wonderful version of Faure’s Cantique de Jean Racine yesterday. This sort of worked/distracted me for a bit.

Originally Rosie and I were going to be around on Tuesday and started to plan a ‘treat’ outing with some cracking suggestions via twitter (fab suggestions that will be squirrelled away for future enjoyment). Rich reorganised his work. It turns out Tom finishes lessons at noon that day. Will is coming home tomorrow for the week. Owen pitched up yesterday for the night, rearranged his university work and is staying till Tuesday. And the wondrous Molly and gang are coming round in the evening. Wow. We’ll muddle through with visits to the cemetery and Mansfield College to see the quilt, nosh, drink, memories and hopefully laughter.

I’m on leave tomorrow as well. After the dentist, another visit to the quilt, followed by lunch with big sis Tracey (Agent T) and our parents. It’s randomly spectacular that the quilt is in Oxford at this time and that Kevin the porter is so blinking helpful. [I think it will be on display till at least the weekend and will post the end date when it’s decided].

Several people have asked if things are pretty much sorted now the inquest is over. Here’s a brief summary of where we’re at (in no particular order):

  • The coroner has written a Prevention of Future Deaths report which Sloven have 56 days to respond to.
  • The Verita 2 report was published at some point in the last few weeks (tumbleweed).
  • The Mazars (draft) death review has undergone and survived severe challenge from Sloven (very long story). This should be published this week some time.
  • The Health and Safety Executive (HSE) continue to investigate LB’s death and should be drawing on evidence from the inquest. Of which there was plenty.
  • The General Medical Council (GMC) and Nursing and Midwifery Council (NMC) are investigating referred staff.
  • The Oxfordshire County Council maladministration/secret review shite is ongoing.
  • Norman Lamb’s Green Paper – No voice unheard, no right ignored – has shamefully been buried by the government (non) response published last week. The #LBBill is an ongoing endeavour.

On a slightly separate note, Norman Lamb deserves special mention for his consistent, dedicated and passionate attention to and knowledge about ongoing (howling) gaps and worse in learning disability and mental health provision. George Julian has gone on leave making clear her/our frustrations about the delays that seem be an unremarked upon part of this inhumane process.

It also became clear after an evening with mates on Friday that there was confusion over Dr Crapshite and Dr M. They all thought Dr M was Dr Crapshite. And Mr J, her barrister, made so much about this to defend her. Blimey. No. Sorry if that got lost in translation. Dr Crapshite was the community psychiatrist who saw LB once in Jan 2013 (and, as we heard during the inquest said she wouldn’t see him as a patient post discharge because I was toxic). Dr M was the unit psychiatrist who prescribed bonjela for LB’s bitten tongue post seizure and, erm, insisted (even during the inquest) that LB wasn’t having any seizure activity. Crapshite is as crapshite does but for the sake of clarity ‘Dr Crapshite’ is a different person to Dr M on these pages.

I’ll finish this post with two magical things.

A beautiful photo of LB I’d not seen before.

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And David Harling’s second animation. His first, equally spectacular work (or love), can be watched here.

Gotta keep fighting dark with light/colour. And remarkably (thank fuck) the light keeps coming.

 

(*long lost) Lawrence and looking for Dappy

I wrote about LB’s 18th birthday here. A day trip to London and a wish that Tulisa was his sister. Other birthday outings are dotted around this blog. Most involve London. Giving evidence (howl) during the inquest I talked about how we drove round Camden in June 2013 looking for Dappy. We didn’t find him.

Out of the hundreds of pages of damning/harrowing reports, records and staff interviews I read in the two years before the inquest, the odd thing made me smile. One was this family tree produced when LB was in the unit. I think a psychologist did it with him. LB, love him, disrupted the framework by telling her his family included Lawrence, Anne, Dappy and Tulisa. Anne was a mystery until a quick google tonight revealed Tulisa’s mum is called Ann. (Long lost) Lawrence remains a mystery.

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It’s LB’s 21st birthday on November 17th. [Howl]. I don’t know what we’ll do. I sort of hope the Mazars death review is published that day. A review, generated by LB’s death, that will (surely) change the landscape of learning disability provision in the UK. A review that will mark a point in which chat about change is no longer acceptable.

The review examines deaths in Sloven’s learning disability and mental health ‘care’ between 2011-2015. The post Winterbourne View period. A period in which there has been so much talk about learning disability provision and no action. Huge amounts of dosh given to endeavours like the Winterbourne Joint Improvement Programme (since disappeared), Bubb’s breakfasts and the like. All the while actual people were being disappeared. In full view down Hampshire and Oxfordshire way*.

The publication date for the Mazars review seems to be ‘at some as yet undisclosed time in the future when a set of currently missing hoops have been found and gone through with a set of as yet unidentified really important people who may have run out of the necessary ink in their fountain pens to sign off publication. Ink which can only be produced from a rare vegetable that only grows once a year on a remote island off the island of Java.’

Not surprising really. The review implicates all the key players. Sloven, commissioners, NHS England, Monitor, the CQC and the Department of Health. The commissioning of a review into the methodology used in this (independent) review raises so many questions about what ‘independence’ in this context means my brain just freezes. The story seems to be that Sloven challenges to the methodology must be sorted pre-publication so as not to muddy the water. Eh? The findings are so controversial we need to dot the i’s and cross the t’s big time?  Producing a level of robust engagement not necessarily present in other independent reviews? Mmm.. that’s pretty awkward.

I’m kind of lost here for so many reasons. Not least the Verita 2 report that has findings and then a brief conclusion so off beam I was left wondering what magic dust had been sprinkled over these proceedings to allow such speedy publication (after a lamentably long and delayed production process). If the current examination of the Mazars methodology finds nothing untoward, will some other review into their processes be commissioned? Like did the investigatory team have the recommended five a day during the process? Or were any of the half arsed records they examined not treated with the necessary respect a piece of paper deserves?

We seem to be in a space of absurdity. Generated by a review that found the unthinkable.

*And elsewhere quite possibly…

Is someone having a laugh?

Another failed CQC inspection for a unit on the Slade House site (across from the (now closed) Short Term Assessment and Treatment unit in which LB died) this week. Nah. 824* days after LB died and Sloven still can’t provide a service worthy of the (at least) £3500 per week they are paid to look after each of the four patients? Surely not.

This was a re-inspection, the unit having failed to reach adequate standards in August 2014. And, on return, in August 2015, the inspectors found failings. Still. They found understaffing, inadequate record keeping, a lack of supervision and lack of leadership. The care provided was of a good standard, it’s the processes and leadership that are failing. One professional said;

as a service they seem very focused, but I don’t think they are helped by what goes on above them, it just doesn’t really seem to know what’s happening.

Nah. That couldn’t be clearer. Sloven are simply shite when it comes to learning disability provision. We all know that. It’s been demonstrated in the various investigations into LB’s death over the past two years. They are all PR, shiny awards, faddy nonsense and wasting big bucks on novelty crap.What’s it going to take for someone/organisation to step in and do something??

Meanwhile, Oxfordshire County Council (who couldn’t organise a piss up in a brewery clearly) have extended the contract for Sloven services in Oxfordshire for another two years. To enable a safe transition to new service providers. No idea what they were doing between early 2014 when they decided to pull the plug on the Sloven contract and now. Arsing around commissioning and responding to a craphole ‘independent’ report to contribute to the ‘toxic mother collective‘, led by Dr M, Dr Crapshite and Anon (ex-commissioner) perhaps.

Oxfordshire County Council are stumping up enormous sums of cash for flaky provision. My brain melted when I read that understaffing meant the on call staff member was up to 40 minutes away for emergency overnight medication provision but generic emergency services were nearby. £3500 a week?

Is it all just a joke? All talk, no improvement and a group of patients whose lives simply don’t matter? It doesn’t make any sense to me.

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*I counted the days this morning when I realised I’ve woken every morning since LB died thinking about him.

Screw face and skinning puppies

Still unable to make much meaningful sense of LB’s inquest but moments are surfacing. A few here. Again in no order. Toilet moments. The toilets were back from the courtroom, through the cafe towards the exit. A block of three cubicles for women. Despite strategically timed efforts (roughly aiming for the middle of break times) I always seemed to collide with a jury or Sloven staff member. So blinking awkward.There was only one woman advocate across the other seven legal teams so this was less of an issue [sigh]. I kind of went for a ‘make do and definitely don’t mend’ approach with jury members. This involved eyes firmly on the floor and the usual ‘thank you’ type acknowledgements around holding doors firmly parked.

The kids were upset and angry by the various interactional exchanges that occurred in the courtroom. Smirks, hints of excitement and puff and schmuff between various Sloven bods at the front of the courtroom. A ‘screw face’ technique was tried and tested across the two weeks to manage this.

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Rosie also stepped up and explained what it was like to experience this behaviour to a senior Sloven staff member. Love her. Hopefully this has been passed to the Sloven senior team/board and will be incorporated into their inquest policy/engagement. Our and other families’ experiences suggest an over emphasis on staff coaching rather than any thought to what it must be like for family/friends in this setting.

Moments involving Dr M, the consultant psychiatrist, and her barrister, AJ, are sadly hard to forget. For so many reasons. Not least the efforts AJ made to work to a script seemingly derived from the various Disney/Pixar films LB both loved and got so upset about. Depicting me, ‘The mother’ [with extended dramatic pause], as a Cruella de vil type character. Skinning puppies for fur coats.

At one point Paul Bowen, QC, asked Dr M who was the best person to know what LB meant when he said something. This generated avoidance strategies reminiscent of childhood banter hanging out in the car outside pubs with my sisters. Coke, crisps and bickering/discussion with a backdrop of the Grease soundtrack. Dr M, not a child, prevaricated and twisted a knife that should have been removed over two years ago.

That is a very general question. It depends what being said and when it is being said, I cannot ask that question. It would have to be more specific.

[Howl]. There was worse to come. Almost luckily via video link as I’m not sure  what I would have done if she was present after this exchange.

Mr F: You heard Winnie Betsva admit that she had failed Connor, SR and the family, is there any matter relating to failures from your part?

Dr MIt was an act of tragedy. In hindsight, we could have made some different decisions but with the information we had at the time and balancing of pros and cons we made right decision at the time.

Mr FI asked ‘you’ not we.

Dr MI made the decision at the time with others weighing information we had at the time and no, I don’t believe there was a failure of care from my part.

An act of tragedy? No failure? Can you even begin to imagine? And this woman is a practicing psychiatrist in Cork having given up her licence here. The GMC still investigating her conduct… There is too much too wrong here. And our beautiful, funny, loving boy is dead.

A veritable situation

I’m beginning to think about the inquest with a bit of coherence after a shaky week in which Rich and I repeatedly started sentences “I still can’t believe that…” Some mysteries remain and we have a lot of questions still. Like how the fuck can learning disabled people continue to be treated so badly in 2015?? This is probably the first of a few rambling posts reflecting on this stuff.

My mum has post-inquest shingles which is seriously crap. Can you imagine? Someone needs to look urgently at the enormous emotional, physical and financial cost this system imposes on families. NHS Trusts should not be allowed to inflict such damage with their shitty actions and practices. [Have a look at the similarly awful action dished out by Humber NHS Foundation Trust to Sally Mays and her family.]

This week Verita 2 was published. The broader review into what happened to LB, moving beyond what happened in the unit. Slightly controversial really. It details a stream of failures by Sloven in their takeover activity of the Ridgeway Partnership in November 2012 but concludes LB died as an outcome of clinical staff actions rather than failings on the part of commissioner/Sloven managers. Wow. I’ve tried to read the final version twice and can’t get past p30 (the executive summary). It actually makes my eyeballs ache.

Chris Hatton has provided excellent commentary on this review, ‘Verita, a little less than the truth‘, which concludes;

I cannot reconcile in my head the evidence contained in this report and the conclusions it reaches – short of finding video evidence of Katrina Percy stalking the corridors of STATT with a piece of lead piping I doubt that any evidence would have been sufficient to make Verita reach a different conclusion.

George Julian has also documented why she can’t support the conclusions, looking at both process and content. Within moments of publication of Verita 2, ongoing disgruntlement around Verita’s relationship with NHS England and their ‘independence’ appeared on twitter. Just one example here which is pretty astonishing. Ho hum… This leaves an even bigger question mark for us over the independence of ‘independent reviews’ generally. Having read interview transcripts for Verita 1 and listened to evidence across the two weeks of the inquest, it’s hard to reconcile some of the findings (or unfindings) from the original review.

The secret Oxfordshire County Council review also continues to baffles me. Not just because of the secrecy with which it was conducted and circulated to various organisations a week or so before we got sniff of it, but also because it seems to be an exemplar of a non-independent ‘independent’ review. What’s going on here? Pretence? Delusion? Denial? I dunno. Any explanation is chilling.

All this underlines our concern about the newly introduced Independent Patient Safety Investigations Service (IPSIS) which seems to be headed by Mike Durkin of, er, NHS England. Membership of the expert advisory group is beyond depressing. Nothing like embracing a multicultural, diverse society. Nope. Nothing like it. It seems to be another Winterbourne View Joint Improvement/Bubb type endeavour. All talk and crap all action.

There shouldn’t be layers of ‘independence’. As simple as. Until this is recognised, there’s no point in puffery.

Oh, and for those of you wondering why the Mazars death review hasn’t seen the light of day yet (originally due to be published last summer), Sloven have challenged the review methodology. So it’s being independently validated. Another cracking example of the differing power families and NHS bods have. Despite the latter being responsible for death and the ongoing destruction of families.

It also hints at a level of independence rare in NHS related independent reviews. Here’s hoping Mazars will break the mould. Something needs to happen.

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The (blogging) mother blame

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Been sadly puzzling about my blog today. And the persistent theme of mother blame across LB’s inquest. It turns out the Band 6 nurse received a call from Sloven on the Saturday before LB was admitted warning him that LB may be admitted. Kind of astonishing given the community team (good old Oxfordshire County Council) hadn’t told us at that point that the unit existed. (Well they never told us actually). The nurse was also warned I wrote a blog which was critical of the Trust.

In his evidence, he said he thought the blog coloured the care LB received. A horribly distressing and harrowing thought. Both the community psychiatrist (Dr X) and unit psychiatrist (Dr Y) seem to dislike me with a chunky dose of intensity (Dr Y speaking on behalf of Dr X who didn’t give evidence). Other Sloven represented staff included (coached?) comments about how difficult I was in their witness statements. These weren’t sustained during the inquest.

“Dr Ryan called Dr X DR CRAPSHITE in her blog…” Dr Y’s barrister said with incredulity at one point. To an audible (and cheering) response from the public gallery. Sitting, pinned in a sort of clenched, beyond stressful hold, about a foot from this ‘cheery’ guy (as I was for the two weeks), I thought how LB would have forever after asked me with beaming delight, “Mum? Is she called Dr Crapshite, Mum?

Just before the inquest we were sent a copy of a letter written by a then senior commissioner at OCC to a disability activist. 4615 words of background, attack, excuse, vitriol and considerable billy bullshite. Both Dr Y’s evidence during the inquest and this letter present a picture of a difficult and ‘damaging’ mother who didn’t want her son home [howl] and staff terrified of appearing on partial and inaccurate blog pages. Dr X apparently refused to treat LB in the community because I was so toxic.

Wow. Wow.

I only met Dr Y a few times in meetings with several other people when LB was in the unit. I met Dr X once in January (briefly) with LB and Rich, and we had two telephone conversations. I never met the OCC bod. Of course we wanted LB home. I can be difficult at times. I was ‘difficult’ the Friday before LB’s admittance (on the phone to the crisis team) because I was terrified, desperate and was being told to contact an on call GP. An inappropriate suggestion given the circumstances. I also have a job, loving family and friends and interact, pretty cheerfully on the whole, in various settings with all sorts of people.

Katherine Runswick-Cole wrote an ace post about mother blame back in the summer for 107days of action. Most mothers of disabled children appear to experience this (toxic) blame at some point (several, numerous, sometimes continuous points) across their kid’s lives. Particularly when their children reach adulthood. I’m now wondering if you chuck in social media activity, the blame intensifies and becomes something else. Professionals seem ill equipped to deal with the (possibly public) scrutiny social media offers families. It’s experienced as unsettling, upsetting and disrupting. Sloven and OCC clearly remain unable to deal with (what was originally anonymised) scrutiny. Unable to embrace the immediacy of ongoing feedback, commentary and opportunity for engagement with services and support. Instead trying to hold onto archaic and outdated systems.

[Note to any local authority/NHS Trust… people/parents/family members will quite likely bite your hand off at the sniff of any genuine engagement/conversation around the provision, quality of support, potential future of people’s lives. Love typically underpins all these actions and responses.]

The defensive and ridiculous responses by senior professionals and officials during the inquest and over the past two and a half years, chills me to the core. That, in some way, these responses might have contributed to an obstruction of LB’s basic care and denial of our expertise/knowledge (while these pages were being monitored by the Trust) is so unspeakable, so hideous, so awful, my heart, body, brain, being freezes into something unreachable and unrecognisable.

There seems way too much focus on self interested concerns, protection, status, hierarchy and reputation among senior staff. With this blog as a central feature.

I’m not sure frontline staff were aware of or gave a shit about it.

An inquest album

With the proviso that the only thing LB was late for was a trip to the Oxford Bus Company on July 4 2013, here is the inquest in photos….

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the family room

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the evenings

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the media

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the journey

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the waiting

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the last day

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the relief

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Pre-inquest life and ‘whistle blowing’

I’ve written various posts in the last week or so, consigning them to the saved draft folder because of the Contempt of Court Act 1981. Clearly stated here about the ongoing Hillsborough inquests:

The Attorney General wishes to draw attention to the risk of publishing material, including online, which could create a substantial risk that the course of justice in the inquests may be seriously impeded or prejudiced, particularly as this inquest involves a jury.

We’ve been given (or taken) a good run for our money on this really. As a sociologist I’m all for making visible typically invisible practices. And we’ve discovered way too many dark and shady public sector corners and deep holes in the last two years or so, documented on these pages and at JusticeforLB.org. At the same time, despite clearly identified failings in the coronial process, we have to sit back and hope that there will be #JusticeforLB.

On a related note, a lengthy document was shared with us, indirectly, this week. This document, a letter, involves some tooth enamel removing content. An extraordinary mix of truth/untruth, viciousness and hysteria. And a depressingly weighty dose of mother blame. It was her wot dunnit type stuff.

Deep thanks and respect to the person who shared this document with relevant people/legal teams. For their integrity and commitment to transparency. To making visible the stories/accounts circulating behind closed and armoured (public sector body) doors.

With a ladleful of irony, I won’t be tweeting or blogging as openly or transparently for the next two weeks. Here’s a photo of an extraordinary band who blasted some joy into the everyday lives of people passing by in Oxford city centre yesterday. A bit of light in our fucking foul lives right now.L1016172-3

Maladministration malarky

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Blimey. Six months ago now that Oxfordshire County Council’s (OCC) secret ‘independent’, ‘internal’, ‘review’ arrived in my inbox first thing one Monday morning. Without warning. Six months ?? I’ve written about this a lot because we’ve been so distressed, incensed, baffled and depressed that a local authority could act in this way. Without apparent remorse. LB died. In ‘care’ they commissioned…

It turns out they can’t behave like this.

We’re fortunate. Lucky? [I don’t know what the right word is here…] Just bloody grateful to have pro bono support from someone I can only describe as a tornado of human rights expertise, action, commitment and sense. A remarkably detailed 27 page letter was sent to the Legal Officers at OCC. Carefully documenting the wrongness of their actions and why.

Some lowlights from this letter [my flaky lay interpretation]:

You can’t conduct a review into support offered to a family without involving the family in the review. You can’t treat local authority records as a definitive record of what happened when they are clearly flawed. Inadequate record keeping and inappropriate records (describing people disparagingly) is wrong. You can’t offer contradictory explanations why a review is commissioned and proceeded. You can’t circulate an internal report to external people. You can’t deny pre-publication right of reply to one individual/family. You shouldn’t share people’s personal data without requesting consent or informing them. You shouldn’t spring a review on people without warning. Meaningless apologies are meaningless. You can’t make vague reference to stuff (like changing practices in the future) and not follow it up. You can’t defame people and present them in a particular light that is offensive and untrue. Circulating such a review is a breach of a person’s (human) right to a private and family life…

And so it goes on. Issues raised around maladministration, defamation, data sharing and the processing of personal data.

I sent the letter to Agent T (big sis) earlier. She replied; “Just realised my jaw has been really clenched for the last half an hour just throughout rereading that letter…”

I’ve given this post a bit of a flippant title. I don’t know why. Maybe I’m sick of being such a consistent harbinger of public sector related misery. Sadly there seems to be no end to this position.

We’re expecting a response from OCC by 4pm tomorrow.

LB died.