Sunday, 16 September 2018

Warriors ~ CoCo and the Butterfields

'In the hands of others: the nightmare begins' Lin Cochrane #Psychosis Journal

'In the hands of others: the nightmare begins' Lin Cochrane; Psychosis Journal

Pages 225-227 | Received 02 Feb 2018, Accepted 02 Feb 2018, Published online: 04 Apr 2018

link to journal




From first page:

"With the little insight and foresight I had at the time, I saw the life I once had and appreciated become endless years of control and power.  And the medication and the fear of the medication.  The endless trials and various types of medication.  The continual side effects of all the drugs I have been trialled on, which over the past 38 years has cost me my physical well-being, the loss of friends and the worst isolation I have ever had to bear up to date.  Then, at the age of 29, none of this was apparent to me, except for a gut-wrenching feeling that nothing would ever be the same again."


my tweets about the religion of psychiatry and the cult of clinical psychology

Engaging with Dr David Healy and others this morning (a lecture):





Thursday, 13 September 2018

I don't get paid to give therapy






Tuesday, 11 September 2018

why do psychotherapists encourage people to kneel at their feet?

Or maybe the question should be, why don't they discourage it?  

I've witnessed this on a number of occasions, in person and on social media, where therapists, clinical psychologists, psychotherapists and the like make pronouncements as if they were gods, expecting their followers to obey without question.

I first saw this in around 2005/6 at an event in Kirkcaldy where a Professor of psychotherapy and his wife gave a presentation then afterwards sat on chairs at the front of the large reception room, people came to speak with them, kneeling on the floor at their feet.  I thought: what's going on there?  What's that all about?  Couldn't understand it.  Have seen a lot more of it since, working in mental health matters, and not just with "therapists".  I saw it at the Minorities Conference 5 July 2016 after Lucy Johnstone's talk when coming back into the room and seeing a young guy at her feet and I told him to get up.  Johnstone should have told him.

Prof Gumley said I'd be in my "element" at this event; he was correct

I suspect it's to do with the psychological training giving therapists the ability to manipulate vulnerable people while also distancing themselves from the "other".  Setting them above the people they work with, believing their celebrity status and the power they have to hold an audience and peddle their wares.  

I had further dealings with the Fife psychotherapist and his wife over the years and it was useful to have seen that first engagement from afar, how they expected adulation as their due, a disrespect for those they perceived as "less than".  It helped in the 8 years of trying to be meaningfully involved as a person with "lived experience" in DClinPsy programmes at both Glasgow and Edinburgh Universities.  From 2009 when I attended a Service User Research Group at the red brick Admin building Gartnavel Hospital with Ross White and Andrew Gumley.

I can still remember that meeting, having a photographic recall.  Coming in late, the 2 academics giving "therapy" to a woman who didn't seem to be mentally well, a FT paid worker with ACUMEN, or maybe she was just taking advantage of having 2 therapists available, for free, manipulating the occasion.  I wasn't happy, the meeting was meant to be about user research and I never did get my travel expenses from White.  Of course the meeting was really about research fodder for academics, we were just a means to their end.  This pattern went on for years at both DClinPsy institutions.  It's probably still going on, ad infinitum.  A tokenistic, tick box affair.  Not my cup of tea.

4July17 leaving DClinPsy Programme
in the front row at the Minorities Conference BPS London 5Jul16


Monday, 10 September 2018

the manipulation of clinical psychology

This is a problem and I think it starts in the DClinPsy training, the indoctrination of mostly females by men at the top and other women who are under them.  Based on my experience of engaging with the academics at Glasgow and Edinburgh Universities.  Eight years of trying to be meaningfully involved as a psychiatric survivor Mother voice.  But I didn't fit the criteria, being a good mother who had a good mother and supportive upbringing.

I was subject to their manipulation, a lesson in resistance, a battle of sorts.  I think the ClinPsy discipline attracts people who are into "hands on" interventions and have egos like bottomless pits.  Got to be honest.  The successful academics and practioners who I've met didn't get there by intellectual abilities alone, or even, rather, I have gathered, by being able to hide behind a mask of incongruence, mindfulness (switching off) and/or superiority.  

The challenge is to get behind the mask or to agitate enough so that they resort to even more manipulation, with gritted teeth and clenched fists, the men that is.  The academic women I've met who are "under" the men appear to be ineffectual, dittery, lacking in insight, disorganised and not the sharpest tools in the box.  Why is this?  In my opinion, because the men chose them for just these reasons!  I said this to Schwannauer, November 2016, after he mucked me about in his office, Doorway 6 of the old Medical Quad, at a PhD preparation meeting.  Raised expectations at our meeting in September then dashed them 2 months later.  I was very angry with this game play and got him telt.

As for his double act partner Gumley (Staying Well After Psychosis) his mask dropped when we engaged virtually 2015-17 after years of a poker-player face at CUSP user/carer meetings since 2011, before that 2009 at a service user research meeting in the red brick building at Gartnavel led by Ross White.  I came to the conclusion that Gumley was gay as he said nothing about his personal life, wore tight fitting shirts with a flowery pattern, fancy jeans, lycra when cycling, had a "partner" and no children.  In my defence I've met many gay men in mental health matters since 2008.  I just thought that the Professor wasn't "out".

Then after Gumley dunted me when coming into the 25Jun15 Schizophrenia Support in Mind Scotland event and was waiting outside after, we had "words" and I gave him a telling off, he offered me a lift down in his taxi, marched off to the end of the street muttering about the driver not coming to the door, left his phone in taxi and looked as if he had something wrong with him.  I felt sorry for him and befriended him soon after, by Email, like a penpal.  I did this with Prof Ian Reid from 2012-14, engaging with him right up to and shortly before his death in the June.




I shared these Emails with my Psychiatrist friend on occasion, to keep myself right, and he was a witness to many of the virtual exchanges with Prof Gumley as I journeyed through another psychosis after a near death experience and complete breakdown on 31 July 2015 when I thought my number was up.  This is when I took up knitting, swimming and fitness again, also doing some dressmaking, having bought a Singer sewing machine from Castle Furniture in Cupar.  However we had to give up the car end of 2015 and dressy outfits aren't suitable on public transport, it's more lycra Tshirts and jeans made of denim or cord, for comfort not fashion. 

3Nov15 after delivery of sewing machine
In a sense my engagements with Gumley were about "therapy".  I was teaching him a lesson in how to behave.  It wasn't easy duelling by Email as you don't know intentions and words can have double meanings.  I do think that you have to go through it to know it, to have the experience, to feel the pain.  To come out the other side stronger and more secure.  

That's how it was for me when engaging with psychiatry in 1978, 1984 and 2002.  It was similar with the ClinPsy Professor and his cohort academics from 2015 until the end of 2017 when I retreated from the Edinburgh DClinPsy programme.  Gumley went in the huff after 4July17 CUSP meeting.  I dunted him back (for 25Jun15) on 25 October 2017 at the NRS MH Network Annual Scientific Meeting in the Queen Elizabeth Teaching & Learning Centre, Glasgow.  Tit for tat.  He was in my road as I went to the Ladies so I bumped into him on purpose as he did with me.  I didn't go out of my way to pay him back.  It wasn't a priority.  I'm a busy person.



That's not an end of it for me, in terms of Clinical Psychology in Scotland.  It's not good enough for people in psychosis and mental distress.  I will continue to campaign and agitate for improved training of psychologists and challenge the dominance of male academics and their manipulation of trainees, Mothers and others, the switching off and superiority of practioners in Fife and elsewhere.  In my opinion they are not fit for purpose and are in need of a complete overhaul.


Tuesday, 4 September 2018

attachment theory, crying Mothers; leading by example, strong Mothers

I got up a bit earlier this morning to write this post as I'm off to Edinburgh for the Alliance Scotland conference on digital health and care then to Scottish Parliament to watch the First Minister speak.  Writing to make sense of it.

Upon waking I was thinking again of the (negative) influence of Professor Andrew Gumley in the field of psychosis, his Attachment Theory and Risk of Relapse dogmas which in my opinion and experience keeps in place the blaming of Mothers for mental illness and scaremongers people into staying in the system when they could be breaking free, enjoying life to the full.   It creates dependence rather than independence, and is egotistic although anyone who knows Gumley would likely say that he is a caring person.  I've not found him to be so and have been at the receiving end of his displeasure.  You might describe it as discipline from a father heart.  I don't appreciate it as a strong Mother and Grandmother.  He's not my Dad, neither is he my son.  I deserve respect for the woman I am, his equal.

Attachment theory in mental health matters, in psychosis, is a reaction and response to biological psychiatry which I can understand but don't approve of, as a survivor Mother, having overcome psychiatric treatment on 3 separate occasions, following puerperal psychosis in 1978 and 1984, then menopausal psychosis in 2002.  I did it for my family, my 3 sons, coming off the neurotoxins which had been forced into me as a voluntary mental patient.  And I've supported my 3 sons when they experienced psychosis and had to take them into psychiatric wards because there were no other choices and they needed help.  That was very tough as I knew what they would have to go through but I also knew that it had to be done.  And so I advocated for them in and out of psychiatry, caring for them, leading by example.

with my 3 Sons, Oct99 at my sister's wedding
[In the photo above my two older Sons had already been psychiatric patients, my youngest was still to go through it.]

I've not been respected by Clinical Psychology in Scotland and this grates.  I think it comes down to attachment theory dogma, a misrespresentation of family relationships and the experience of psychosis.  Which leads to the marginalisation of mothers like me who are strong, capable, independent thinkers and have survived psychosis and psychiatric treatment.  Maybe there's not many of us around who speak out but that doesn't mean we are "less than".  I really don't appreciate Gumley and his patriarchal colleagues preferring mothers who cry on their shoulders and make them feel big.  They need to start giving respect to strong Scottish Mothers who shoulder responsibilities, lead from the front and are good examples to their sons (and daughters) by living it, surviving psychosis and psychiatry.  

I will continue to protest at my treatment by Clinical Psychology in Scotland.  They are not helping the movement for positive change in Psychiatry and mental health care.  Their egos are getting in the way and need brought down to size.  Reductionism.  Have these well paid academic DClinPsy men learnt their lesson yet?  I don't know, they have gone in the huff.

with Prof Gumley 4April17 after PhD mentoring meeting Edinburgh
At this meeting with Gumley in Dr Stenhouse's office, Doorway 6 of old Medical Quad it seemed as if I was speaking to one of my sons.  Andrew behaved like a boy with his Mother.  Then upon leaving the doorway we came upon Angus McBeth and Prof Gumley went up to him, hugging him like a father.  I observed this and pondered the difference.  After this I took the selfie of us together, capturing the moment.  It brings back how I felt.  Wondering why I got the wee boy behaviour while McBeth got the father treatment.  I don't have an answer, just questions.  I didn't want hugged, don't need a father figure, I just wanted to be treated like an equal.  Surely that's not too much to ask?


Sunday, 2 September 2018

Loch Leven Castle boat trip 28Aug18

my faith sustains me

I woke up this Sunday morning in my birthday month of September feeling positive, as usual, after a good night's sleep, thinking how my faith in Christ sustains me.  I'm often praising God when playing music at the PC, pop tunes from the past or more recent songs, so much to be thankful for.  I seldom play "Christian" music but that's ok, I don't need to.  

I wake up to this Bible verse on my bedside table, in cross-stitch I did in the 1990's:


Beside Monkey which I've had since a baby, photos of my boys, a crochet cross I got from somewhere.  Monkey's very well worn, his foot and hand were sewn on again by me in childhood, also his eyes, nose and mouth, I must have played with him a lot.

Here's more cross-stitch beside my computer, the Jesus oval frame was one of the first creations, maybe 1993 or thereabouts, family photos, gifts received from friends over the years, the bone china oval dish with the Tangipahoa necklace resting in it is from 1975, Aberdeen, a guest house on the King's Gate where I worked, in the last year of my husband's BSc Agriculture, when we lived in Gordon House, 27 Rubislaw Den North, married students' accommodation, mostly with international couples:






I don't attend church at present which is fine, I don't need to.  I may go back in the future, it depends.  I've got a strong faith but I'm not religious, and as a Christian of 37 years (saved on my birthday in 1981 when reading the Word of God) I find it difficult to sit in a church where the Minister isn't doing the job right, without speaking out.  I've had to sit in too many churches where men in leadership were out of order, misbehaving or making a fool of God.  I cannot put up with it any more.  

Fortunately my faith doesn't depend on church attendance. I had a faith before joining the church which is just as well, considering what I've seen and heard from "men of God".  

I'll end on a positive note!  Which is where I began, grateful for feeling so hopeful about life and the future even though the last 10 years have been particularly challenging.  At times I didn't think I'd survive but I'm nearly 66 and looking forward to my 70's 😊.  Bring it on ....

Enjoying The Proclaimers Angry Cyclist album:







Friday, 24 August 2018

focusing on getting fit again

at Stirling Castle 23Jul18
In July I went on various outings, latterly to Stirling Castle on 23rd then Edinburgh Castle on 25th, taking public transport, bus and train, then walking up the hills, with the result that by 27 July I had a sore back, muscle strain going down into my left leg and hamstring.  The titanium plate on right fibula (3 fractures March 2005 caused by max dose Venlafaxine 2002/4, bone loss) tends to strain muscles on other side when overdoing it.  And I lost fitness after the stress of 2017 (PhD withrawal), the viral throat and thyroid cyst, caring for my son after his collapsed lung and operation in the November, and the careless discharge.

It was painful even when sleeping and I did wonder if it was my joint, couldn't
Olympia 21Aug18
jog as usual, and so I decided to get back to swimming in the Olympia, Dundee, on 6 August, taking out monthly membership through Leisureactive at £15/month for over 60's (Silver), which I had last year but stopped going when becoming unwell and caring duties increased.  I occasionally took Ibuprofen for the pain so as to walk without tensing up, exacerbating the strain.  A pulled left hamstring in September 2016 has also been acting up. 


I take 2 buses to Dundee from Springfield and have been trying out different times in the Olympia training pool to see what suits best, aiming for 3 times a week, Mon-Frid, hoping to eventually swim more lengths as the muscle strain fully recovers.  I can now jog a bit and have bought a new, smaller rucksack so as not to put so much strain on my back when walking distances or up hills.

Offroad cycling to Ladybank by railway track:
 


The hot showers at the pool are very useful as I only have a bath at home, and I can swim then come out to stretch under the shower, go back in and swim some more.  I would like to do a Novice Triathlon and plan to train for this, even although it's unlikely that I could participate due to not having a car now.  I've found this to be a barrier also to taking part in Sustrans Scotland groups which often meet in car parks.  Because I live in a village with only occasional trains it means I cannot get to certain places without cycling a distance.  I'm not a 50 miler. 

However I'm not going to let that put me off getting fitter, cycling and swimming more, practising running which I'm not very good at.  Can jog a bit and do a spurt to catch a bus but I've never really been a runner, more of a weightlifter and swimmer.  Never say never so I will aim to increase my running abilities by using the fitness studio aerobic or cardiovascular machines.  Maybe attend some classes which are free on the Leisureactive Silver membership

It's not been easy, the marginalisation by DClinPsy academics, others favoured, and I've externalised my distress about the way I was unfairly treated so as to keep mentally strong and confident.  It doesn't pay to be a whistleblowing, unwaged Carer and survivor Mother activist.  NHS Fife profited with a £4.4million award from Scottish Government after I raised complaints, exposing the locked seclusion room where Nurses shut my son, in the dark, no toilet or water, for hours on end, for at least 4 overnights, his broken hand untreated, February 2012.  Then we were abandoned by Fife Council Social Work and MH Services as they tried to blame me for psychiatric abuse in an Adult Protection Investigation Report.  It should not and cannot be forgotten.

I think it's about keeping a balance, in terms of campaigning work and mental/physical wellbeing, and at 65yrs young I do want to keep fit and be re-energised, enjoying life in the moment, engagements on the move, while looking ahead and preparing for other writing opportunities.  Listening to stories and telling stories.  Making the most of being a mature woman, Mother and Grandmother, celebrating old age and the valuable life experience it brings.

Huntingtower Castle 17Aug18
with son Daniel, Springfield, after he met me off the 94 bus 20Aug18 😊

Sunday, 19 August 2018

is my word not good enough? on being a secret agent

Gladioli
Remembering Prof Ian Reid who asked me in Emails at the time as to why I didn't secretly record the goings on in Stratheden Hospital Feb/Mar 2012.  But why should I have to?  My word should be good enough.  



Started writing this blog post when I got up and at the same time was writing Emails to a friend, recounting stories and it took me on to memories of my Mother, how she survived abusive psychiatric treatment, courses of ECT and incarceration, for experiencing psychosis or nervous breakdowns as they were called in the 1950's and 1960's.  



And so I decided to check on my Mother's grave to see how the plants were doing, taking the 12 bus on the 64 route, now run by Moffat & Williamson, a Strata low floor 22 seater bus which is a noisy and uncomfortable vehicle, particularly on speed bumps, the seats less cushioned than any bus I've been on, making the 3ml journey into Cupar unpleasant especially since I've got a sore left leg and hip just now.  Have been raising complaints about it.



It's now late evening and BBC Proms is on TV in the background as I struggle to remember what it was I wanted to say first thing this morning.   Which was about being congruent, open, telling the truth as much as possible, being true to myself, speaking out when necessary and standing with others who may not have a voice.  I care about others who are becoming isolated due to health issues, bereavement and old age.  It's an extension of my mother heart.

On experiencing another psychosis in 2015 secret agents were in my imaginings, strangers in the street, and I reasoned them as looking out for my welfare, making them part of my story.  One of the times I was meeting someone for lunch in Edinburgh and it was a difficult meeting which is probably why I had the feeling of being watched.  This person didn't treat me with respect on that day, beforehand and subsequently, whereas I showed them compassion.  I did well to come through the psychosis and the long engagement, mostly virtual, with my confidence intact.  It has been strengthening and a learning experience, grist to the mill as a writer.

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Tuesday, 14 August 2018

can't afford to do action research or visit safe haven crisis houses

I've had to admit it.  I'm too impoverished to visit safe haven crisis houses in the UK to do action research or gather information.  The trips I'd booked to Ireland and Wales, to network and research, didn't come about because of ill health (viral throat, thyroid cyst) and I lost money on it, which I cannot afford to do.  Glad to say that thyroid issues were not serious.  I did wonder if it might be, was prepared for the worst, considering the difficult year I had in 2017 with the PhD withdrawal and antisocial neighbours.  These took a toll on my health over the winter, also my son's 4th collapsed lung and operation in the November (careless discharge), at the same time I fell and cracked my ribs in Princes St, Edinburgh, when accompanying my son on buses into ERI for surgery.

I'll be 66 in September, on a basic State Pension, with some financial support from family which is likely to decrease as time goes on, so I will get poorer as I get older.  There is no chance of teaching and being paid for it.  I tried for years to get lecturing work in DClinPsy and MH Nurse training programmes at Abertay, Dundee, Edinburgh and Glasgow Universities, since 2009, to no avail.  I had teaching work at Abertay but it was temporary back in 2012 and I only got one day's teaching at DClinPsy Glasgow MH & Wellbeing Unit, on Psychosis module, filling in for Prof Gumley, for which I received an honorarium and travel expenses, and was expected to be grateful for it.

I'm well qualified with postgraduate diploma in community education, 1998, and postgraduate certificate teaching qualification further education, care subjects, 2008, and have delivered training to groups since 1980 in Lanarkshire when working in communities with children, young people and adults in a variety of settings.  There's no reason as to why I couldn't teach except for the fact that I'm now a whistleblower about psychiatric abuse after what happened to my son in the locked seclusion room of Stratheden Hospital Ward 4/IPCU in February 2012:


link to Express article, written after "winning" Ombudsman complaint against NHS Fife
At a meeting in January with Dr Margaret Hannah, Director of Public Health, NHS Fife, and Julie Paterson, a senior Social Work Manager, Fife Council, I was asked by the doctor how long I'd be a whistleblower.  An odd question I thought.  How long is a piece of string? As long as it takes.  The social worker then spoke of a new build crisis house, mentioning John Mills, Head of Housing at the council.  The implication being that if I stopped whistleblowing then there could be a safe house.  No deal.

["If you decide to hire me as an independent MH consultant in Fife then there shall be No gagging clause or coverup": in Email to social worker and others 21May18]

I was also asked by the doctor in an Email what justice would look like.  Another difficult question for how would I know until it happened and could be identified?  I used to have this quote by Thucydides on Emails in 2015: 
"There will be justice ... when those who are not injured are as outraged as those who are".  We're not there yet.

Then recently the doctor came and sat down beside me in a train to Edinburgh, after which I wrote an Email to her about mindfulness:

Wednesday 8 August 2018: minding your own business; whistleblowing isn't a career choice

"Please don't come up to me again in a train and ask to sit down next to me, just so that you can go on about retiring early on your big pension and then going on to lecture, write books and help your husband in his business.  Next time I will say No. ..."

It was like rubbing my nose in it, just as the Nurses did with my son after he had to defecate in dark cell/locked seclusion room with no toilet, light or water, when they had left him in there for hours, unobserved, asthmatic and prone to collapsed lungs, with a broken hand untreated.  They never came when he shouted for help so he did the toilet then a dirty protest (which confirmed their neglect and helped win Ombudsman case) and the Nurses held him face down in his own excrement, penetrating his anus with something, we don't know what, it wasn't written in the Notes.  After which my son got a glandular infection and bad verrucas on his feet, requiring antibiotics and podiatry for months after hospital discharge.  His broken hand also required checkups.

There are no human rights guaranteed behind the closed doors of psychiatric settings and no justice for whistleblowing and speaking out about the abuse.  Rather I have been bullied, badmouthed, excluded, undermined, marginalised, disrespected, laughed at, manipulated, patronised, banished.  Blamed by social work, police and NHS in an Adult Protection Investigation Report 2012 for causing "psychological harm" when Nurses were abusing my son in Stratheden Hospital.

What does justice look like?  I don't know.  Haven't witnessed it yet, in respect of what happened to my son in 2012 and what's happened to me since then, for speaking out about it.  I will keep campaigning for justice and for safe houses for psychosis like I provide for my son who lives with me, we share a house together, at present.  We are both financially poorer after engaging with psychiatry.  He is continually targeted by DWP to justify his existence as a mentally ill person with a Bipolar condition, putting pressure on him, exacerbating his mental health challenges.  I get no carer allowance now since a pensioner and we receive no support from MH services since raising complaints in 2012.  

It's not been easy and it's not getting any easier.  I don't like being financially poor, who does?  I have various health issues which I self manage and these include a bladder prolapse and metal plate on right fibula which causes muscle strains on left side.  I cycle and swim to keep fit, also walk, take public transport, as we don't have a car now, had to give it up in 2015.  Fortunately I'm in good mental health, having survived coercive psychiatric drug treatment 3 times, getting off a cocktail of neurotoxins in 2003/4 after a menopausal psychosis in March 2002.  

I've a lot to be thankful for.  It's about the long game.

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A selection of selfies!

home back garden

Springfield 64 bus stop

Dundee rail station

Glasgow bus to Queen Elizabeth Teaching & Learning Centre


one of my Dad's selfies from around 1963 at our home in Pomarium Flats, Perth, he was about 34yrs old; my Father died in 1986 aged 57, in London [in recognition of my Dad Willie Patterson; scriptwriter of Jeff Hawke; Daily Express & Titan Books]:


and a close-up photo he took of me, aged 10 or 11, at around the same time:



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Thursday, 10 August 2017: on being an independent voice, leader, educator, survivor: Safe Houses for Psychosis



Monday, 13 August 2018

big pay packets are like anaesthetic

Just said this in a tweet, regarding the behaviour by DClinPsy (clinical psychology/psychological therapy) Professors and academics towards me since 2009, and "they are experts at blaming Mothers for mental illness & making sure our voices are silenced in the places of power ".

Prior to this I'd tweeted:


My action research about safe haven crisis houses won't be possible due to being financially impoverished ie I've not got the money for it.  The plans I had in 2016, slide from Minorities Conference 5 July 2016, have not materialised:

 However my vision is still the same, Safe Houses for Psychosis.


Friday, 10 August 2018

Handstands in the Dark: Janey Godley





I read this book very quickly which these days is unusual for me.  I said to a friend in an Email that the book had made a difference to my life.  It was both a confirmation and an inspiration.

 

Thursday, 9 August 2018

retaliation: what does it look like?

son Daniel & I in Crossgate Cupar 17Sep17
Since becoming a whistleblower about human rights abuses perpetrated on my son in February 2012 when a psychiatric patient I have become something of an expert in retaliation.

I've been faced with it in many different forms by people in positions of power who don't like a survivor Mother speaking out, the repercussions, and take it out on me.  It's not been pleasant but I've got more used to it, and prepared for it.

It can be subtle, undermining, softly softly approach, difficult to discern until afterwards, upon reflection.  Folk taking the high ground and making the point that I'm on the low ground.  Rubbing my nose in it.  

It has meant that I've become more of a lone ranger and independent traveller as it's easier to resist retaliation when I don't have to defend a friend or companion who may get caught in the crossfire.  

I see it as grist to the mill.  What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.  And take every opportunity to write about it, in blogs or on twitter.  Maybe eventually in book form.




Wednesday, 8 August 2018

playing the system

Was tweeting this morning about antisocial behaviour getting the attention and it being a system issue:







It was concerning to hear the story of antisocial behaviour disrupting the peace of an elderly couple from Stirling, how it had affected their health, the 79yr old woman said this and her 84yr old husband spoke of his son-in-law putting up a 6ft high fence.  And so they use their bus pass to travel around Scotland to different places, in each other's company, the woman now walking with a stick after a fall in town, getting pins in her hip.  

They have 3 children, 13 grandchildren and 13 great-grandchildren.  Well done to them!  We enjoyed our chat, wished each other well, hoped to meet again some day, in the passing.

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Wee video on the move 3 August in Dundee after swimming at the Olympia, before meeting elderly couple in McDonalds:



then tweeting afterwards: 





minding your own business; whistleblowing isn't a career choice

Email just sent to Dr Margaret Hannah, Director of Public Health, NHS Fife:

"Dear Dr Hannah

This is an Email about mindfulness.

Please don't come up to me again in a train and ask to sit down next to me, just so that you can go on about retiring early on your big pension and then going on to lecture, write books and help your husband in his business.  Next time I will say No.

I'm really not interested in your ability to earn money while I get financially poorer because of being a whistleblowing, human rights campaigner in Fife and an unwaged Carer for my son who was abused by Nurses in the locked seclusion room of Stratheden IPCU, NHS Fife, in February 2012.  Fife Health Board got richer, to the tune of £4.4million, and we got nothing except targeting by DWP and bullying for speaking out about psychiatric abuse.

After I said to you about my hopes of teaching and earning some money, on DClinPsy or MH Nursing programmes, being dashed you showed no compassion at my plight, which I think demonstrates mindfulness perfectly.  A switching off to the other person's situation.  Being unable to feel compassion at their circumstances and sacrifices.

Copying in others, for their information and as witnesses.

Regards, Chrys


Chrys Muirhead
Safe Houses for Psychosis
writer, researcher, activist; cyclist, photographer, gardener, swimmer

BA Admin Management (best student); Postgrad Dip Community Education; Postgrad Cert TQFE (care subjects, 2008 Stirling University)





Monday, 6 August 2018

Prof Schwannauer 3May17: "I remain inspired by your motivation and energy for it" #SafeHouses #Psychosis

link to Express article 5Oct14
I was reflecting on the failed PhD Clinical Psychology journey alongside my continued promotion of Safe haven crisis Houses for Psychosis, based on the experience of supporting my son in his recovery from abusive psychiatric treatment in February 2012 in Stratheden IPCU, Fife, and coming off Haloperidol which was forcibly injected in the IPCU locked seclusion room.  My son lives with me, we share a house together.

I remembered how Prof Matthias Schwannauer in his final Email to me said that he was inspired by my endeavours regarding Safe House alternatives:



And that Prof Andy Gumley had offered to be my academic mentor after giving a supportive reference for the PhD, saying:

"In terms of her abilities, I have no doubt as to Chrys’ analytical abilities, her ability to work independently, to make arguments or her industry, interests and motivation. I have been very impressed by the level of independence, energy, speed of thinking and commitment that she has brought to her campaigning and activism and this directly corresponds to the topic area of her PhD":






And then after my PhD offer was withdrawn I heard via Emails from Dr Paul Hutton about the bullying culture within the DClinPsy programme at Edinburgh, how he had been undermined, as I had been, and this had affected his confidence, also having to defend his students when in tears.  And so I approached Judy Thomson, NES Director of Psychology, about these concerns, and subsequently raised a complaint, reassured by her responses indicating support (which didn't actually transpire).  This was a very difficult time, it took up a lot of my energy, time and commitment, but it seemed the right thing to do.  I'd talked it over with my son after having second thoughts, deciding to go ahead with the complaint.

I know about mentoring and had previously worked 2006-8 in Fife College setting up and running a student mentoring project, was involved with the Scottish Mentoring Network and with a partnership of colleges and universities working in the area of mentoring.  I have supervised students at college and in voluntary sector and statutory agency posts, in a variety of disciplines, including community education and social work.  I knew what to expect from a supervisor and a mentor, and I didn't receive it from the academics involved in my PhD.  For whatever reason.  This was a big disappointment. 

My vision for Safe Houses in Scotland for people in psychosis is still ongoing.  I cannot afford to undertake visits to safe havens and crisis houses to gather information and network, as I'm on a low income, a pensioner and unwaged Carer receiving no allowances.  However I will continue to campaign for safer alternatives to psychiatric hospital inpatient treatment for people experiencing psychosis, altered mind states and extreme emotional distress. 

I will do my best to focus on the positive comments by Professors Schwannauer and Gumley about my motivation, energy and commitment, even though the PhD didn't happen.  They are busy men with their own projects and research areas.  I don't suppose my campaign from the survivor Mother perspective was a good fit.  My childhood was a happy one and I enjoyed bringing up my boys.  Many happy memories of achievements, shared adventures and experiences:

Angus & Edwin

Angus, Daniel & Edwin

Daniel & Edwin



Daniel

Angus


me & the boys at my Sister's wedding, I was Maid of Honour 1999 😍