I just realised how long it's been since I wrote anything herein ! I have to churn out two pieces of writing a week for my MA which leaves me barely capable of stringing a few sentences together...although..my taught sessions/ workshops will soon be coming to an end and I'm on my own to wrestle with my portfolio. I will need the idea of an audience to write for/to again soon.
I also need an outlet to spew forth my ire about that scourge of the poor and helpless..feckin
(anti) social workers. Travelling folk in my childhood rightly called em "the Cruelty".
When I'm not arguing about story arcs and sonnets in workshops, I battle futilely on behalf of disabled people who are vulnerable to the easy manipulation of the parasitical care system :- so called Social Services and the commercial "Care" providers they commission.
Just a tiny corner of a dysfunctional system:
Disaster happens due to incompetence at a variety of levels within the care system, regardless of whether adult's or children's services. The system is overloaded and fragile however the direct honesty and transparency which could address some of the failings is traded for stalling and arse covering spin.
Tell the truth - lose your job.
Government enquiry (ie a scapegoat is blamed and sacked , a new White Paper sets out recommendations)
White Paper recommendations and Human Rights over ridden by the bottom line of ruthless management of budgets slashed due to the destruction of our economy by bankers , lawyers and war mongering politicians.
I am supposed to drag confused "service users" around the county to be consulted at a series of fake head patting exercises which cruelly infer that people will be listened to, whilst using people to massage the bullshit monitoring.
I fail daily to protect the basic Human Rights of the people I work with whilst being sneered at by social workers who withhold information, use dirty tricks and play with people's lives as if they were dolls.
Up to now I've been learning how it works here, who the ones who control it all are. I've kept pretty quiet. It seems they underestimate me.
I'm keeping records. I'm listening and making extensive notes. I have my cameras and my microphones. He He He.
Keep you posted.
See my new bitch in photos....psycho terrier Bracken. The Poacher turned up with her one stormy Sunday night, wrapped in his coat with a death sentence hanging over her for ripping the ear off a Pomeranian.
The bed is mighty crowded these days !
Life still good.
