A bunch of pests… and humanity

Chatting with Rosie earlier. She reflected on how, after 2.5 years of (relentless) campaigning, things had really started happening over the last two or three weeks. Various people also sent emails/messages to the Justice shed today, including Andy who wrote…

What a bloody brilliant thing to see front page of The Guardian. So just to reflect – in the space of about 10 days you made front page of The Guardian and The Mirror, loads of lead stories on all the big BBC hitters (and the ITV ones), triggered an urgent parliamentary debate and, most importantly, brought together 337 hand-crafted colourful, brilliant gingerbread men to remind everyone that this is lives we’re talking about, not statistics.
Not too bad for a bunch of pests eh?

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Yep. It is bloody brilliant. And we have been relentless. It has been a relentless campaign. Luckily dotted with laughter, spectacular contributions, solidarity, magic and more. At the same time, instead of (hideously, over complicated, inefficient and costly layers of) quality assurance/regulatory processes uncovering this scandal, it took ordinary people to just say ‘Eh. There’s a strong whiff of something wrong here. It needs investigation.’

It’s obscene that  we’ve had to fight so hard to get this far. It ain’t our job to do this. Far from it. We should never have had to have spent the countless (countless) hours we have working to get some sort of accountability and justice. None of us. I can’t imagine what the collective salary is of staff in Sloven (and other Trusts), NHS England, the CQC, Monitor and the Department of Health who should have spotted that people were dying way too early, with no investigation into the cause of their deaths. [Howl].

Why didn’t they? The findings of the Confidential Inquiry into the Premature Deaths of Learning Disabled People (CIPOLD) was a pretty big red flag in 2013. The government decided to ignore the key CIPOLD recommendation and didn’t set up a national body to examine these deaths. A cracking decision. Leading to the eggy faces we’ve seen in the last week or so. With plenty more eggs lined up. 

Mmm. This was after the public outcry about Winterbourne View and that embarrassingly expensive and ultimately pointless work programme that unfolded, painfully across a few years and then disappeared digitally after the election this year. Ouch. So many organisations/charities signing up to the ‘glory’ back in the day. And little or no public reflection on this collective failure… Astonishing. Meanwhile, people continue to live non lives (or worse) in these hell hole units.

Here in the J-shed we’re pretty battle weary, scarred and totally fucked off by the combination of a lack of integrity and guts, arrogance, dismissal, closing of ranks and suffocating overriding superiority that seems to circulate around the senior levels of the various public sector organisations and government*. The battle to publish the Mazars review just one example of this. Detailed at length on these pages.

For any of these salaried staff, particular those at senior levels, [excluding Katrina Percy and the Sloven Board who clearly ain’t human] there is no mystery here. As Tommy said in The Tale of Laughing Boy, it’s not rocket science. There’s a lack of understanding and recognition that people are just people. And that certain people shouldn’t die (conveniently?) years before other people. Stripped of humanity, dignity, love, respect and value. In both life and death.

The answer? I dunno. A good starting point may be to get over yourselves. Go and hang out with people who ain’t the same as you, your family and your mates. And start to recognise colour, diversity and difference.

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*There are clearly some brilliant people in these roles. Just many more who ain’t.

 

 

Berry berry serious and another board failing

A minor Mazars related scandal emerged last night on twitter. Most of the doubters and deniers of the Mazars review have faded away in the light of the clear evidence the review outlines. The belieSHers have disappeared. Hard to really keep believing in a Trust with such serious failings at board level. Sigh.

Turns out an apparently random denier was still spluttering about the rubbishness of the review in a convo involving Alexa Wilson, Gallus Effie and Mark Neary last night. Super sharp sleuth Alexa worked out this laddy was the son of a Sloven Board Member, Malcolm Berryman. Adding in a good dose of comedy. (One of the reasons why I love twitter).

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I was reminded of the story of LB on the bus with my dad… Berry Berry serious indeedy. This morning I tweeted about the connection and got the following response:

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Oof.

After a few more tweets, he said sorry (a bigger surprise than the original tweet) but kept up a bit of anti Mazars banter. Of course twitter allows no stone unturned and it soon emerged that baby Bezza had been challenging the content of the review before it was in the public domain. Ouch. Once that detail started to spread, he locked his account so his tweets were no longer public. When Rupert Evelyn, from ITN, joined in, the account was deleted.

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Looks like the Sloven surveillance team put in an urgent call to Papa Berryman alerting him to his son’s actions.

Joking aside, this tale captures so much of the problems we’ve seen over and over again with the Sloven muppets:

Poor governance, poor communication, poor judgement and consistent social media failure. Arrogance, contempt for families (other than their own), rudeness and an inability to understand, at any level, what is actually important here. [Howl].

Board members’ children or other relatives should not be given sight of confidential draft reports and discuss the content on social media. [A small part of my brain is thudding as I type this… I almost, still, cannot believe the crap I continually recount on these pages.]

The board, and Katrina Percy, need to go. Jeremy Hunt needs to put his money where his mouth is and sort this shambles out. People’s lives are at stake.

Mazars, the pop up display and lives

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For the last few months, people have been sending in gingerbread figures. We wanted to find some way of representing the learning disabled people who died in Sloven’s non care [howl], uncovered by the Mazars review, visually. George hit on the gingerbread idea and we were off. Envelopes started stacking up in the My Life My Choice office.

Over the past few weeks, while we’ve been waiting (and waiting) for publication of the report, gingerbread fairies have been working behind the scenes mounting these (337*) colourful, vibrant and quirky figures on large boards. A lot of velcro and eventually a staple gun.

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We heard this week that a meeting was being held at Jubilee House today with attendees from Sloven [who were subsequently uninvited], Oxfordshire County Council and NHS England (NHSE), among others. Sounded just the place for a pop up display of the Justice gingerbreads. We would invite the meeting attendees to come out and view them.

Local press pitched up. Along with a security guard who tried to get shot of us. Private space and all. We stayed. He hovered taking phone shots of us. An NHSE comms woman appeared, shrugging her shoulders nervously and went between the meeting and the display, several times. The My Life My Choice minibus appeared with a gang of champs, solidly supportive as always.

L1017160It was a striking display of brilliance really. But weirdly, pretty much every employee who left Jubilee House during that hour, walked the long way round to avoid it. The couple of people who took the path we were lined up along studiously stared at the floor. Fran, love her, started to invite people to view the display ‘They won’t jump out at you..’, she said to a couple of retreating backs.

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L1017079-2Eventually, a few meeting attendees started to appear. Jan Fowler, from NHSE, and a commissioner came first, chatted with various people and with BBC Oxford. Then a few more attendees came and viewed the figures, took some photos and chatted. It was an odd experience really. Such intensity. Of horror and inhumanity, of colour and individuality, and of (some) avoidance. The meeting chair said ‘I will remember this’ as he left.

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As we were about to leave, and the gingers were safely packed in the car, one employee who’d avoided looking on his way out, came back and asked what it was all about.

Just lives, really. And chilling inhumanity.

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*There were so many more deaths than this, but here we focus on these.

Sloven briefings and bleatings

Blimey. Sloven don’t half love a briefing. Their briefing to NHS England about the Mazars review found its way to us earlier this week. They commissioned an independent review into (specific bits of) the Mazars review of their own practices of responding to particular deaths. Paid for by public money.

To distract myself from debilitating incredulity, I googled ‘what (the fuck) is a ‘briefing?’ A briefing basically identifies a problem and offers a rationale for a solution. Not rocket science.

Sloven’s ‘briefings’ are pretty disturbing and flaky. The now infamous Background briefing on mother’s blog circulated the day after LB died. [Howl]. Still packing a punch spiked with scotch bonnet chillies and rusty nails over two years on. [He died… He drowned in a bath. In ‘specialist’ NHS provision…?] The problem: a publicly documented account of love, health and social care failures and worse. The solution? The briefing ‘may help in shaping a tailored media response to the incident’.

An erasure of LB as a person. And so much more.

Then there was the David Nicholson/Monitor briefing (March 2014). The problem: that bloody mother (again), pesky #JusticeforLB campaigners and social media high jinks causing reputational damage. The solution? Discredit, bleat and block.

This latest briefing. The problem: an independent [yep, independent] review uncovering scandalous findings and clear evidence of eugenic/dehumanising practices. The solution? Discredit the review.

Chris Hatton has written about the Sloven attempts to discredit the Mazars review here. This morning we flagged up that the helpline on Sloven’s website for families who may be affected by the review no longer existed. As ever, their energies and attention focused solely on their reputation. Families? Forget it.

A clunky and late revision of their statement eventually appeared later today:

Untitled 3NHS England continue to delay publication. Relentlessly. It’s looking likely it will be pushed beyond  the closing of the House of Commons on Thursday as ‘it needs to be clear about its messages as possible’. Wow. Quite some jostling for the winner of the scumfuckery public sector bastard of the year award going on here.

Here’s the latest briefing in full.

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Doubters, deniers and belieSHers

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Helter skelter times. With the emergence of the key findings of the Mazars review via the BBC this week. Having banged on relentlessly for over two years now, we feel some relief that a wider set of people may be gaining insight into the improbably inappropriate, incompetent and deeply arrogant actions of Katrina Percy (KP), the CEO of Southern Health NHS Foundation Trust (Sloven), and her merry (board of) wo/men.

Sloven have demonstrated tooth enamel removing disregard for the content of one of the most scandalous reviews to be (almost) published this century. A review that has generated what Graham Shaw has rightly described as ‘a deeply-troubling episode in the history of the NHS’.

As we followed the painfully slow unravelling of the top layers of Sloven ‘leadership’ in the last few days, including a late night statement from KP that made me wonder if some cheeky chapster had hacked the ITV website, doubters and deniers started to appear on twitter. [And in person, as Mark Neary experienced.]

For some reason the Health Service Journal (HSJ) led a paternalistic backlash. Cautioning against anyone paying too much attention to this half baked and strongly challenged review. This may be because the HSJ, like us, had been leaked a copy of the independent review Sloven had commissioned to examine the methodology of the (independent) review into their practices.

[At this stage, you may need a moment or two to;

  1. Scratch your head with incredulity
  2. Laugh hysterically
  3. Get a cold beer from the fridge to cool down your forehead
  4. Weep at the bottomless pit of money Sloven can seemingly throw at wriggling out of ‘tricky situations’
  5. Perform some other action to make this completely inappropriate action somehow digestible…]

Sloven commissioned Professor Mohammed* to do a review focusing largely on the ‘outlier’ question.  He strongly critiqued the Mazars ‘at best unsatisfactory and, at worst, incompetent’ analysis. Cripes. NHS England had already commissioned an academic to review the full methodology. Their review (of the review) asked for a fuller account of the methods used but otherwise gave it a clean bill of health.

The second group, the belieSHers, without knowing the content of Prof M’s review, believe so strongly in Sloven’s credibility (as an NHS Foundation Trust?) that the ITV statement was all they needed. Sloven said the findings were wrong. There. Sorted. And stop this sensationalist reporting without foundation. Tsk.

Overlapping this group were the disbelievers, including Roy Lilley who drew on his own ‘intelligence’ to suggest strongly that only sections of the half finished review had been leaked by a disaffected Sloven employee. Incredulity was also expressed at the commissioning of Mazars by NHS England. An audit company, FFS. I mean why not commission an independent outfit who understand the healthcare world. Like, er, Verita, I assume… The disbelievers were distinct from the belieSHers as they snarled at us to publish the review. They at least seemed prepared to accept that a robust review existed.

Finally, there were the conspiracists. Jezza Hunt had orchestrated the leaking of this review as part of his wider privatisation plot. How could there possibly be so much news coverage and an Urgent Question in the Commons on such an issue, in such a short space of time? Wow. Like Sloven, a complete disregard for the content of the report.

These positions were contradictory, sometimes extreme and ill informed. For once we were able to step back and (almost) park the swearing, rage and frustration we’ve experienced and articulated for over two years since LB died. [Howl]. And calmly reply, over and over and over again;

The review is robust. It is complete. We have a final copy. We don’t know why it still isn’t published.
 

The trouble is, the responses above (including Sloven’s position) make visible the typical excusing and acceptance, even expectation, of shortened lives for some people. They point to accepted processes and practices of a publicly funded health and social care system that consistently discriminates against and excludes certain ‘types’ of people. And when these people die ‘unexpectedly’, a discounting of their deaths.

That there were three days of headline news and sessions in both the House of Commons and Lords on the back of the headline findings of a leaked report, suggests that that the findings of this review are hugely important to the wider public. Outside of the doubters, deniers and belieSHers who, well what do you know… are all firmly embedded within the healthcare world.

The review will be published this week.

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What a difference a day makes…

Blimey. A right old trudge across pain filled terrain. Dotted with regular state sanctioned batterings. For over two years. Patches, drops and buckets of brilliance along the way in the shape of #JusticeforLB. Thank goodness.

And then yesterday. The Mazars death review leaked to the BBC. Less than 24 hours later a 35 minute debate in the House of Commons. Heidi Alexander, Shadow Health Minister, putting an Urgent Question to Jeremy Hunt. Love her. He ducked some answers and answered some unasked questions. The review methodology was sorted.

Sloven trended on twitter. Katrina Percy and senior colleagues went into hiding. NHS England left an out of office ‘publication by Christmas’ message. More than a 1000 families left hanging.

We’ve lived with the Mazars findings for a few months now. A report that, once read, leaves you in a space in which sense making is impossible. This is clear from the response to the tiny slice of it offered by Michael Buchanan’s excellent coverage. Debates in both the Commons and Lords earlier today demonstrate remarkable and unusual cross party concern, horror and engagement.

Sloven’s entrenched and ludicrous ‘it wasn’t us guv’ position compounds the seriousness of the findings.

BBC Breakfast coverage this morning included a video clip of LB, aged around 6, tangled up in his duvet. Peeking, cheeking and oozing happiness.

We’ve chatted a lot about what he would think about these latest developments. As we do. He’d have probably found the media coverage and parliamentary debates fascinating and important. Repeatedly (and I mean repeatedly) asking ‘Has the Mazars review been published, mum?’ and ‘Why not, mum?’

I don’t know what I’d have said to him, back in the day. I’d have probably dredged up some explanation/excuse and fobbed him off. Explained the delay away.

Now I’d say ‘Because they can and they do.’

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Slumber, absurdities and a tumbleweed collective

The independent Mazars death review, just by way of a speedy update, was commissioned by NHS England to examine all deaths in Sloven’s learning disability/mental health provision from 2011-2015. The review is in apparently indefinite quarantine by NHS England under challenge by pretty much everyone and their dog.

[Well apart from Chunky Stan. Who, asleep on my feet is pouring his energies into extreme comfort using an almost winning combo of warm fur, being Chunky Stan and a snooze mechanism involving occasional deep/contented sighing…]

It turns out that Sloven made nearly 300 challenges/criticisms to the original draft of the Mazars (independent) review. Wow. 300 challenges? Unprecedented focus/scrutiny by the Sloves who, a week or so after LB’s death, publicly announced he died of natural causes and circulated a briefing about the risk my blog posed to their reputation

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[Someone recently said that Sloven made a big error in their early responses to LB’s death. Sort of suggesting the pesky mess our meddling campaign has uncovered could have been left untouched if Sloven had behaved better. I’m not sure how to begin to make sense of this so I’ll stick to what we know for now.]

Publication of the Mazars death review was delayed on the basis of Sloven’s challenge and an academic review into the independent review methodology was commissioned by NHS England. [I know]. NHS England also got an internal dataset expert to review the, er, data. [I know]. Neither reviews of the review have turned up anything changing the findings/recommendations of the original report beyond the odd tweaking.

We found out this morning that Sloven have commissioned their own review into the review. Hahahahahahaha. No. Stoppit. You what?…. Taking marking your own homework in the brave new NHS (fake) world of transparency and candour to unprecedented lows. Really??

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This postcard on our fridge repeatedly catches my eye as I reach for wine milk. We’re in a space of absurdities. A space unrecognised by Sloven, Oxfordshire County Council, NHS England, the Care Quality Commission, Monitor or the Department of Health. Evidenced by silence and in(non)action. A tumbleweed collective.

Erving Goffman talked about how much work is involved in awakening people to their true interests because their sleep is very deep.

Two and a half years since LB’s death and we clearly ain’t disturbing the slumber of anyone with any power to do anything. We can continue to try to ground the absurd though. Ground it in the human.

Here’s LB. Keeping watch on a Scottish holiday. No hint there may be trouble ahead. And why would/should he?
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Report finalisation and the National Death Service

While writing about Devon days, life, loss and inhumanity yesterday evening, I received this email from NHS England:

Report finalisation:

Following a series of comments regarding the accuracy of methods of reporting to national NHS incident reporting systems, as set out in the Mazars report, Mazars have made some further amendments to their report.
 
Publication:
We have been working towards a date of publication w/c 7th December. However, this is now not possible. There is a meeting being scheduled for the 11th December, with Mazars and NHS England national team to agree publication date and process.
This will include the planning for support for families, who may seek information post publication.
 
ERG will be sent final report ahead of publication, together with the communication handling plan.
 
Kind regards

 

ERG stands for Expert Reference Group.
WTAF stands for What the Actual Fuck?

Er, why has the publication date, process and planning support for families not been organised before now? How can further delay possibly be necessary? The report content was known in the summer. The full version circulated at the beginning of September. Why is a meeting with Mazars necessary to arrange publication date? They were commissioned to write a report. They’ve written it. It’s up to NHS England to decide on a publication date.

NHS England who fell over themselves to publish the (crap) Verita 2 report they also commissioned six weeks ago now. With no scrutiny.  They have pored over the Mazars review with microscopic intensity. Prevaricating, posturing, ignoring the significance of what this report represents and the right of the public to know. To know that our national health service has acted as a national death service for a group of people. In full view.

Scandalous, harrowing. Unforgivable. Sloven may have rushed to buff up their dire practice with a shedful of new processes but the delay in publication allows similar practice in other Trusts to go unchecked. For the deaths to continue. Extraordinary.

The problem is, I think, that these lives (and deaths) are not considered worthy enough for the magnitude of the scandal the Mazars review reveals. Does that make sense? Learning disabled people can’t be allowed to disrupt the complacency of NHS England, Sloven or the CQC. It’s almost an embarrassment. Particularly after the Winterbourne View faux activity. And talk of transforming care. All that handwringing, those national programmes, endless meetings, croissants, and fuck knows how much time, money and the like. While an NHS Trust quietly went about its business burying all the bodies.

I wrote yesterday about not knowing how I would ever get out of bed on Sunday after remembering what life used to be like. Today I’m supposed to go to a meeting in London. But I can’t get out of bed.

I feel ill.

Those husky dogs and Devon days

“Do you remember those husky dogs we saw running wild a while back, Rich? Loads of them… Where was that?”
“That holiday in Devon. Remember we were walking back from a pub lunch along some trail. The kids went back on the other track…”

This was on Sunday morning. In bed. I lay there in the half dark feeling like my breath had been stolen. Wrenched from me by being unexpectedly pitched into a memory I hadn’t meant to seek out. That long ago? Really?

I remembered the rain, the fresh air, the fun, the boredom, the lack of sun. I remembered us all just being. Chittering, bickering, bantering and loving. Hanging out. Chunky Stan took to swimming in the sea having been resolutely opposed to getting wet until then. I told Rosie off for using my umbrella to collect sea water for a sandcastle she built with Tom in between showers. We had fish and chips in Appledore and chuckled a few years later when we watched a documentary about The Jacksons house hunting there. And we squeezed into the little living room to watch the Olympics when it was simply too wet to go out.

Lying there I felt intense grief. I call it grief but that’s just a label. A word. I felt an intense agony, a feeling impossible to describe. There are no words. I’d forgotten about that pub lunch. About the walk back when we watched the kids running along, in the distance. How they made sure LB kept up. And the huskies that randomly overtook us. Making a bolt for freedom.

I missed LB so much I wondered how I would ever get up again.

I think about him constantly, in a sort of ‘careful’ or maybe self managed way. I have a whole set of (almost) distractions and strategies to make living bearable. This was unguarded thinking. Laying bare the reality of living after the death of a cub. One who died in the careless and relentlessly brutal hands of the state.

Being thrown momentarily back into that space made me realise how I’ve got used to living with pain over the last two and a half years. A pain made so much worse by the actions of Sloven, Oxfordshire County Council and now NHS England. The health, social care, commissioning triumvirate. Taking it in turns to kick the boot in. There’s still no publication date for the Mazars death review. Delay, after delay, after delay. Any talk of candour or transparency, of listening to families, of mortality review functions, of a shiny new independent (NHS) investigative body just makes me want to weep. And rage.

‘Stop talking shit,’ my brain snarls. ‘Just stop making it so much worse.’

I had an email from the police this afternoon. An email that was thoughtful, straightforward and kind. No messing, no prevarication. Just human.

Like those Devon days.

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