Anyway, this makes appalling reading too. My wife is a behaviour analyst who works with adults with learning disabilities, autism etc in Southwark, and although she doesn’t have clients in hospitals like this, mostly care homes and supported living, she comes home every day with grim stories of poor treatment, uncaring, untrained minimum-wage staff and private companies charging thousands per week for appalling service, driven purely by profit at any cost.
She was at a service yesterday. Patient is hot and probably has a headache because he’s dehydrated. He’s non-verbal. He’s clearly thirsty but staff won’t make him a a drink because “they’re busy. Wife asks if he can make one himself, staff say he’s unable. So J quickly makes up a picture board showing him a cup, where they’re kept, where the squash is, etc etc. and pins it on the wall. She goes through it with him twice, just twice, and then watches him as he gets it right first time on his own. He’s been there two years and no-one has bothered to do with with him. The look of happiness on his face as he makes his own cup of orange squash is wonderful.
She sees this kind of shit every single day. All the services in London are private, and this particular one doesn’t even have its own staff - they’re entirely agency provided, so there’s no continuity. It’s a fucking disgrace.
Cawston Park: Deaths of three patients prompts hospitals warning https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-norfolk-58466839
Anyway, this makes appalling reading too. My wife is a behaviour analyst who works with adults with learning disabilities, autism etc in Southwark, and although she doesn’t have clients in hospitals like this, mostly care homes and supported living, she comes home every day with grim stories of poor treatment, uncaring, untrained minimum-wage staff and private companies charging thousands per week for appalling service, driven purely by profit at any cost.
She was at a service yesterday. Patient is hot and probably has a headache because he’s dehydrated. He’s non-verbal. He’s clearly thirsty but staff won’t make him a a drink because “they’re busy. Wife asks if he can make one himself, staff say he’s unable. So J quickly makes up a picture board showing him a cup, where they’re kept, where the squash is, etc etc. and pins it on the wall. She goes through it with him twice, just twice, and then watches him as he gets it right first time on his own. He’s been there two years and no-one has bothered to do with with him. The look of happiness on his face as he makes his own cup of orange squash is wonderful.
She sees this kind of shit every single day. All the services in London are private, and this particular one doesn’t even have its own staff - they’re entirely agency provided, so there’s no continuity. It’s a fucking disgrace.