My Grandfather, William Flay, CSM and M0 during World War1
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I am reporting how mental health issues are treated by the mental health service. This service is one of the worst I know. It has often been reported to be an 'orphan' of the NHS: they do not consider the effects on immediate relatives; force unecessary anti-psychotic drugs onto patients, making them far worse; patients have no human rights or say in their treatment.
The effect of these medications on some people is often horrendous, and the cost to the tax payer must be colossal. Also, the sectioning team is highly insensitive, crude and often unnecessary ...
However, it is purported most of the nurses now know the effects these tablets have on patients who do not need them. The rhetoric is that many doctors are foriegn, so do not understand the British way of life. A patient I knew did not need these tablets just as another I know does not! I witnssed ill treatment being bestowed on a patient-who was my brother- I was visiting in Claybury Hospital by top psychiatrist, Klasnick. There was a huge outcry in the newspapers over this and Claybury has since shut down.
My maternal grandfather was a doctor before the 2nd World War, and I am sure he would have somethng to say about the above issues as he cured himself of Lupas, which is notably incurable.
I am thinking about naming and shaming the people concerned with my latest 'frolic' or brush with the mental health service who will not listen to me. I reiterate that the mood stabilisers make people psychotic, especially those who do not need them... quite frankly we have had enough and if nothing is done to rectify the situation we shall be invoking John Fowler- I used to know a solicitor there who befriended me in the Colne Endeavour Band. Our human rights have been infringed.
The State of our Mental Health Service.
My maternal grandfather in Flanders during the 1st. WorldWar and my mother in her nurses uniform during the 2nd World War before I was born.
William Flay was a Medical Officer and a Company Sargent Major. He also fought as a commando in the Boar War, receiving the Commonwealth medal for bravery. He also received a medal during the 1st. World War where he fought in the trenches; he was injured and suffered shell shock.
'My men did as much as me and I don't want the medal.' My grandfather, who was a doctor and a dentist with his own practice sent the medal back. My grandmother was a midwife; she also saw to the dying, laying them out after death.
The little boy was a French orphan and was 'adopted' by my Grandfather, becoming the regiments mascot: William Flay had a uniform made for him. Wanting to bring
the boy home from France with him. William wrote and asked his wife if he could do this, but she said no.
"I have enough of my own children to look after." she wrote back, despairing that he coud ever think of such a thing.
My mother was known as sweet Ivy. Yet this kind personality denied the bubbling turmoil that existed beneath the surface: she was not wanted when she was born because her parents were too old to start any more family, and her mother had had a stroke when she was forty five years old. Her father, William Flay, was a medical man and treated his wife successfully. When Ivy was born, her mother was nearly fifty years old, and was fostered out to three or four foster mothers whilst just a baby. I have outlined the story in my novel 'Song of the Sea. The poor woman's mother had had enough of children and said that she did not want her though her father wanted her. This was a sad situation that led to Ivy eventually living with her sister, Elizabeth.
Now Elizabeth only wanted Ivy so she could be her slave and look after her two new born boys; and by this time Ivy was just nine years old.
All Ivy's foster mothers had died and one was no good. Elizabeth made my mother do all her housework and look after her two babies, whilst she went out to work.
In the meantime, my poor mother was ill treated by her sister: she was kicked in the back and told "I hope you never walk again," and systematically beaten. Ivy used to protect the two children from her sister's wrath. I firmly believe the awful births my mother had was due to her sister's ill treatment; this in turn affects future generations. I, for one, am very upset over the above. Bessie's own four boys grew into fine men, doing great things with their lives because of my mother.
Janet's Mother Ivy's Early Predicament
I occasionally get upset when I think what my mother went through whilst living with her Sister Elizabeth. I would have expected her brothers to have came to her rescue. But they all turned a blind eye. All except George, my mother's younger brother, who fought in the African campaign as a 'dessert-rat' where he served during the Second World War, despite an eye injury caused by falling on a pen when he was a boy.
Ethel Melinda Flay, Ivy and Elizabeth's mother, had had eleven pregnancies, which only six children survived into adulthood. James, their second child, died after his head got caught in his cot raiings. He had been in the care of his nanny: the mother and father were quite wealthy at this time, owning a large house, a dairy and a second hand open back car. Ethel came from a wealthy family: her maiden name was Secker, originating in Austria.
Ivy's sister Gertrude, 'daddies little Gussie', died as a result of being attacked in her school playground at the age of six years: a man had climbed over her school wall and raped her. Little Johnny, born just before my mother died at the age of five years because he's mother had no food to eat because her husband had gone to war as a a mercenary somewhere. So she had to sell his medicines on a stall down market; a costermonger who had a greengrocer stall next to her told her, to go home because he was not used to this type of work and had not been brought up to it.
My father was a lovely man and that is why my mother married him. His familyl were also lovely and helpful, supporting her through her married life. My father's sister, Violet, were particularly helpful.
My mother was the last of eleven, of which only six survived into adulthood.
!) Pictures and Grandfather
2) The state of Mental Health Service
3}My mother's early life:her predicament
4) The Minatorial sectioning team, naming
and shaming:. the whole story.
5) That Poor Mother'schild
That Poor Mother's Child
This is an update on what the mother in the above article told me about her child's suffering under the mental health system.This lady is distraught about the effects carbamazapine and other meds are having on her child: these meds are causing extreme behaviour problems; schizophrenic even. She tells me she won't trust GPS again and thinks the doc is mad not taking the child off these meds. I told her he must do so before something terrible happens. Why he is not interested we don't know. That mother locks herself in her bedroom. He was to have visited Friday but did not. Tax payers money wasted again. What is so unkind is that this mother is a disabled friend of mine. It seems there is nobody willing to help in this kind of predicament. Where is that 'big society' David Cameron was on about.
She has no family to help as they are all deceased. Jesus and his Father only knows: her friends are mostly disabled.
The Minatorial Sectioning Team
I am besides myself with worry for this certain person I know: who has been sectioned a few times unnecessarily. The team are bombastic, insensitive and cruel. They need sectioning themselves!
My mother always warned me: "You have to be careful of 'them' or they will come and inject you and you wont be the same again.!"
I have seen this for myself. Dr Khan and his team did not even notify one poor mother that his team were coming to take a certain 'someone' away. I am appalled at the mental health service's behaviour. Being 'all ears and eyes' I am absolutely disgusted and want the world to know: it was not necessary to 'take' the person and made the person worse each time they were sectioned.
I was a missionary and did not get paid for my work, so I am well qualified to name and shame the sectioning team which consist of eight paid people: including the police; welfare; two doctors; and an ambulance team.
I told this distressed mother I would help her get justice and compensation for the trauma and damage done to limb and property through the wrong awful medication given, which has made the person worse.
The mother is going to take the complaint higher. This mother I know is a good person and should have been treated with more respect. The social worker, does not know what to do. I say: "Take this person off of that Carbanmazapine for Heaven's sake!" They up the dose insyead and the person gets worse. For crying out loud, what are the doctors doing giving mood stabilizers and antipsychotic drugs which is are making the person worse! I say take the person off the lot! This person is not well on this medication and is now showing signs of schizophrenia.
Ivy Ethel Melinda Cattier, nee Flay, Janet's mother and William's youngest child.
Williiam Flay, Janet's maternal grandfather, with little French orhan boy he wanted to adopt and bring back to England. He was a very kind man.
I wish to report further:
650000 people over the age of 65 have died as a result of taking anti-psychotic medications. It was on the news May 2015. I wish the authourties would take notice of this survey and stop lobbing these tablets out like smarties. That poor mother's daughter did not need them. It was the result of that awful TV competition judge convincing the rest of the jury her daughter was guilty. I bet! The judge believed her daughter, who is not a liar like the others who framed her and used her as a scape goat. That Judge only helped her daughter and did not 'sentence' her.
I am of the same mind as my mother's brother who was the youngest inspector in Scotlland Yard when police had to be police... Valentine Flay was a trypical 'Inspector Morse' even throughout retirement! I could see through the whole above case as I was there in the court room with special headphones to report how that poor disabled mother and her daughter was treated! The CPS ended up saying they wish they had never brought the case'
That poor disabled mother saw him, the TV competition judge, desparately scratching his arms outside the Crown court as he was leaning against the car park wall during lunch break on the first day of the case. She saw him, but her daughter and attorney dd not. She could not stop and ask this juror if everything was okay, so she told a passing police woman to see to him. I firmly believe that he had it in for the mother and tried to get her done for afray after she spoke to him at the entrance of the court when leaving. She thought he was for her daughter the way he answered question, only asking him if he was "for or against" the prosecution side. All he said was "against", and this pleased her and her daughter who was by now nearing a nervous breakdown... That tv judge meant against her daughter!... The Crown Court judge took no notice pf the complaint against the mother as there were too many 'witnesses' leaving the court house including the security guards! The receptionist had just waved goodbye to the mother who had had a nice chat with her earlier.
My Brother's Frustration Over Doctors
My brother has continously asked the doctors for a medication sensitivity test but they wont oblige: they dont believe he has allergies, even though a top dietician from America, Vicky Rippeer, diagnosed him through a blood test at King's College hospital, London.
He calls these doctors "Blind fools!"
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