the trauma of circumstances

The trauma of consequence:

I never had a great eductation for I was DEAF without hearing aids.

I never had school friends for i had Asperger Syndrome and deaf.

I never had a third level education because we were poor and i had dyscalculia and no latin or maths.

I never had a boyfriend but was raped in a psychiatric hospital in the bushes.

I was raped there again, a few times.

I tried to make a life in London but ended there in a psychiatric hospital, through the trauma of feeling so isolated and out of  my league.  A Chinese nurse male, got into my bed.

I never even saved my religion for i was so troubled i went to a priest who sexually abused me again.

I never had a meal out with friends – i had none.

I never went on a holiday outside of ireland until this year.

I never had someone say to me ‘I love you.”

I never had a birthday party bar my 7th

As a family we never went on holidays.

I did not know how traffic ligths worked at 15yrs of age.

I was afraid of people.

My family was rejected me long ago

My parents did not get on.

I never had a wedding day

I never had a birth of a child.

Their birthday parties

The mothers.

The joy

The milestones

The grand children

I see none of my family

I receive no phone calls

I receive no cards.

I receive no visits.

I ended in psychiatry as a lonely, abused deafened young adult.

I was in social housing where there was never any trouble.

I loved my neighbours.

We helped each other.

I did some older people’s shopping.

Brought laundry to the launderette.

Brought very ill people to hospital.

Saved a man from suicide.

Got in magic maids to clean up another unit when the lady was herself in hospital.

I worked with the elderly.

I worked with the physcially disabled in day centres.

I worked with children.

I worked with Irish therapy dogs.

The first time i came to the attention of the hse and housing and screamed was when i was thrown out of where i loved

Under pressure, under HSE advice.

The first time i screamed was for help to get me out of bandit country

No one helped me.

No advocate there for me.

No social worker who at the end said ‘this is a housing issue not a health issue’ and i was cast to the sea.

No OT ever there to advise when offered.

The time i screamed again at abuse by the doctors who dismissed me over and over.

The times i screamed at the hse for calling me names.

For interferring in my home during the adaptation grant.

The times i screamed in the pain of the injustice and inequality.

The denegration of my psyche and personality by large organisations, i did scream.

I screamed over rights that i knew were mine.

When another hates me for all of this and yet never helped this can only be another injustice.

To go fifty plus years in such solitude, fear and loneliness and now expect this last phase to be so torrid with so many people in my life who are against me rather than see the life i have is grinding me to an early grave.

To demolish anther daily is wrong.

To constantly deny their duty of care is evil and against my human rights.

I shall scream against injustice over and over i shall scream that i have been agrieved when i wanted the quiet life you are failing to allow me have it.

The battle to fight you is wrong.

All the while a major organisation is garnishing together such information to hold against me in my time of vast need.

She shouts and screams and so many people know so.

But do these same know ME?

Do they know my life times and past and what i actually have done that very positive?

Where have they placed on file anything positive about me?

I have not seen it.

Anywhere.

The stress of it all not allowing me to feel joy, the pleasure of achievement.

The pleasure of relaxing well in a beautiful garden rather than being weighed under by the weight of a mafia style system of health care which has absolutely nothing to do with health at all.

This is what has happened me.

I have been slayed and demolished by the guns of power.

I was but one individual never anything other than kind and nice and remain so, but then i became ill.

Then i was put in danger

And after that my life is gone, its not my own and others try to shape me into who i never was because they abused power, they didnt care and they can, it seems do this.

Nothing legal about many things they do.

For this i shall scream.

For justice.

I got my voice with confidence.

I remain asperger with communication.

But i also hold high principles and ethics.

I hold true that one should never hurt another and that i do know what is right and certainly know the difference to what is wrong, what is wrong and illegal and what is wrong and cruel and evil.

To blur the boundaries in any other way is trying to find the justification for all that has happened me.

I know, fully

I can say.

YOU wronged me.

I am who i am and proud of it.

the hurt, betrayal of HSE abuse will not go away with 'do not be upset!'

to-day i had an Occupational therapist come to my home with a lumpy wheelchair cushion.
i can imagine how horrible it will feel considering the lump is directly under an impossible hip already, one that is agony to put down on any cushion, let alone a ridged lumpy padding which looks as if its just stuffed in and no rough edges ironed out.
i shall investigate this further, i think there appears to be a zip.
she found me today bawling, not an unusual occurrence these days.
'don't be upset' she announces.

the fact is I am and i will be.
no words of such platitudes can calm the hurt i feel about the HSE.
these people are out on their own.

but i know little of the organisation but right now it feels like a cross between Hitler and the mafia.

it also shows a huge degree of disconnect that reality of situations seem not to impact that much on the professionals because if they did there is one thing they would never do and that is HURT the client.
this is standard for human rights, but also for a feeling caring service.

you do not name call, blame, invade and do so without question, query or understanding.

this is called the Stazi regime.
nothing short of it.

there are i know layer upon layer within the HSe, but i also know that policy and procedures as policy and procedures go are loose and also devoid of reality and can be interpreted the way the professionals wish.
nothing resembles a policy and procedure.
when they carry out a policy and name the policy,  further investigation will mean that the policy either doesn't exist in real terms, or doesn't relate to the issue, eg 'can i see the policy on this one' well they show you one but for the like of me i have not found the relevant article to the relevent issue.
they just claim, here is the policy.

there is a really good one too.  'vexatious complaints' procedure.
there isn't one.
there is one on paper, there is a policy that tells you how you go about this.
but of course it also means that if four get into a room to discuss they can write at the end of it, this clause as referring to the client, but then it doesn't mean this at all, it can mean there isn't any policy to equate to the dilemma in question and this is the nearest to it.

but the 'vexatious complaints' procedure again is loosely interpreted and what may be vexatious to one may be something entirely different to another, but the quarum usually manages to agree somewhere along the line and write it down as agreed and still get it very wrong.

i am waiting for another complaint to be investigated but as this is 'in house' you can be sure that in the space of a month a huddle will take place along with some legalese and we will have the answer cobbled so that all are exonerated for infringing third party violations and again misrepresenting the fact.

the fact that the law of 'do not get found out' actually has been broken means that they have to find a way to work on how the transgression was made and make a damn good case as to why  it was correct in doing so.
to me, all that will happen is no slap on the wrist but an answer that is so far from the truth it will be convoluted, dish washered out and all will say 'well done lads, that's another one canned and we can get on with life unscathed.'

not to me they wont for my trust has been busted with that lot.
they get a lot of funding does that charity and i have to say here, we have another problem with charities but then again, wait until you are 'found out' in order to work out how you are going to face that problem.  in the meantime, don't get found out and carry on lads, as always.
twist just about everything out of proportion to cover over the cracks so that blame is apportioned elsewhere.
in the process slip it to another organisation so that they too will feel your anger and your bad hair day and so you go home after slapping the computer shut with an eased conscience, only you got found out, two years hence so now there is a 30day stay of execution so that the in house investigation meets the aggressor and decide how they are going to get out of this little hole.

they will too cos in Ireland this is the way all these policies and procedures work.
they don't work.
it just depends who is at the helm and those at the helm are not nice people.
they are many charities and the HSE.

the HSE officials can come to my house and say 'do not be upset' but I am.
the case in point that this bringer of the bad news over two and a half years couldn't find it in herself to stand up to her boss and say 'this isn't right you know, you cannot demand such a thing.'
no the boss like a fierce nun in any riddled frustrated organisation will have her way because i believe if they didn't the poor little shites on the ground, the little OT i had today would pay hell or dearly.

i have even heard it say that if you go against the mafia you can be got rid of.
how, well they can cite for instance that they are not fit to practise and just shove em.

something like this happened in the psychiatric system.
a wonderful free thinker and psychiatrist was going to expose an organisation for zapping far too many times a person with ECT leaving her practially unable to do much with memory lose and more.
what happens, he is hauled over the coals and has to face the GMC fitness to practise and that lobby is so powerful he possibly would have been struck off.
what happened, he got cancer and popped his clogs instead, someone is mighty relieved.
same individual also managed to get my supporter in a court case to turn to her side and instead of being a witness against the prosecution became the executioner for the person who was angry that i managed to find a clause in law whereby some of my files could be eradicated.
she wasn't having any of it at all.
nope.
and a judge doesn't know the difference between a lunatic and a lonely individual so get the barrister to say this isn't about just any health issue its about serious mental health.
like hell, there is was (the serious mental health issue) in the wheelchair, already seeing this woman months before and getting an apology for ever being in the psychiatric system, but of course in the law courts, i couldn't stand up and say 'hey wait a minute chuck, you are looking at her, that serious mental health issue.'
she is a wheelchair user and never had a diagnosis of any mental health issue!
but what can i do when my barrister had had his say and it was up to the other side to prove it or swing it.
it was rightly swung.
so this is Irish law my friends.
it stinks.
which ever way you look at the laws of the land, you do not win a case against grievance.
you do not.
simply because those that are with you can be persuaded to be against you by 'the organisation.'
this happens all the time.
and the organisation will huddle to wrangle out of trouble.
a fact too, complaints are not ledgered in.
some are and some are not.

so the amount of complaints across the board look less than in reality.
and then many cannot make a complaint because they feel there is no point, my argument as above stands, they feel about as hopeless as i do at times to find justice in Ireland.

and who is Ireland may i ask?
because this is a very serious question.
we are tiny and we are not independent.
we are a country run by those who cannot find a job in anything else but politics.
and when you have a person slime to Europe on just about everything, then you do not have a country, for i believe we have been squarely annexed to Germany.

and if the gov thinks i believe anything else they can believe it.
we have a bunch of crooks, everywhere, they are even in my back yard, at my door and in my face.
they are everywhere.
they can say what they want, do what they wish and call you what they like.
one thing they will not do....is communicate one simple fact...'i am sorry about what we have done to you.'
they couldn't do that because they haven't spine enough to do it.
they band together like a bunch of schoolyard bullies.
they go for the jugular, put their phones on speaker and snicker and giggle.
that's our health system i am talking about.
they do more than health issues, mental or otherwise.
they break the law.
and they are allowed to do it.

Hse case of Ann Kennedy violates her human rights as an Irish citizen

I am upgrading my position on my cruel treatment by the hse community care team to that of a human rights issue and label it a scandal and a crime.
To treat a sick person in such a vile and insensitive manner is wrong. To do so in the name of health care management and as person centered is evil and 'sick.'
I face the Taoiseach of the day and the new minister of health with this accusation and the Taoiseach has told me through his office civil servants that he is observing all of this as it unfolds.
I inform our prime minister of the truth.
I inform him of my pain.
I also inform him yesterday by email that I cannot take much more of the abuse.
I have let him be aware that my physical health is now compromise

By what I label as 'institutional abuse" by a paid public sector organization paid to care for the sick and disabled, namely the HSE, health service executive.
Twins with a rare disease should now come under the new 'rare disease protocol' launched by our previous minister for health, dr. James reilly.
As senior citizens, as Irish sick and also disabled to stand idly by and watch and listen to our pain, abuse and struggles with the HSE is a state government neglect lay its people.
 None voted this present government in with the clause "now elected ministers go forth and trash the shite out of our least able" we sent you out to effect good and significant change. Not out to obliterate all vulnerable Irish citizens by leaving them to an unregulated system called here in Ireland "THE HSE"
No mater how you see it myself and my sick, elder and disabled twin gamble on the tax payers Monet and left this small nation penniless.
Clean up the cunning dishonesty  in all organizations in Ireland and sophisticated to the letter by our mainly ignorant hse.

awnyah todaysay: waiting for that joyous time...waiting...waiting.....

awnyah todaysay: waiting for that joyous time...waiting...waiting.....: hello everyone, i feel tired and over burdened with life. Time now throughout the world seems pressured against the lowliest, the vulnera...

waiting for that joyous time...waiting...waiting..

hello everyone,
i feel tired and over burdened with life.

Time now throughout the world seems pressured against the lowliest, the vulnerable and disabled.

time now throughout the world are dreadful wars, beheading, rape and carnage - we just never learn and seem not able to.

time now throughout the world we are actually destroying what we have to live on, eat, breathe and water we drink.

and personally i am tired.
Yes, i know i am elderly now.
there should be this time for the relaxation of cares, the pleasures of reward, for the effort i put into the existence i had.
i taught children, i taught disabled in day centres, i empowered the elderly in the nursing homes and i also brought creative practise to all these groups and more.
I did voluntary work since the age of 18yrs with the elderly, taking them out and going to visit them in some of the worst conditions i have ever seen a human being be expected to end their days.
row upon row of the elderly, a small bedside locker and that holy picture, bottle of holy water and the rosary beads.  In a dark and dank backwater of a backward Irish old hospital they lay waiting, waiting and waiting to die.
we took them out once or twice a year otherwise they never got out.
they lay there, waiting.  and no one cared for them ever.

i showed my talent too and richly rewarded in that small way for a small artist in a tiny country.

i used skills which were honed at a time Ireland was broke and unable to provide me with much.

nonetheless i used the skills i had and i effected change in some peoples lives.

i feel tired now.
i feel i am waiting that wait to die like my poor little ladies i went to see and chat to, trying to cheer them up when their family had abandoned them.
i too have been abandoned, by my family.
they rarely care and i feel the gestures towards me are all but tokenism and a visit a curiosity to see what is happening.
i am quickly forgotten and not much helped.
they move on and i wait around.

my company is the HSE, that dreaded form of the backward hospital in the backward ward.
the dreaded brutal HSE who has taken away the last decade of my life.
meeting the chief disability officer shortly i will have no compunction in telling her this.
ten years, neglect, bullying, torture at the hands of the HSE.

An Taoiseach now is aware of myself and my twin as we struggle in the time of austerity - THEY have put us in this situation.
its not being helped.
if i ring the office of An Taoiseach i hear 'i understand,'  'i understand.'
a retort to the civil servant who isn't unkind but still he sitting there being told to dish out a platitude or something, 'DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
you feel like breaking his head in two.

its hard to find another to understand but yes, some do and some know the fight i have had and have stayed with me and gone my journey.
there is one who betrayed my trust and confidentiality last week, and i will never forgive her and have told her so.

we have a professional service that is anything but that.
they couldn't, if they tried be professional.
i talk of the university graduates of Occupational Therapists, Physiotherapists, and Psychologists.

"she doesn't have Asperger"  Ann walks and wonders will she find the peace she knows she deserves, she walks with a tiny thing, her loyal friend, ana

"She doesn't have Asperger" snorted the double barrelled psychologist who has met me once!  for half an hour or less and that only to get some services during a team meeting.
wait til i show the disability manager a thing or two.
the denial of who i am by all and sundry.
the utter denial of the struggle of sickness and disability.
let it not go unsaid that my faith too has been sorely tested with the medical consultants both in Ireland and the UK.
they too get a fat wage but don't communicate with their patients and things just go on and if they happen they happen but god help the hapless patient who is ....waiting and waiting...

i loll around waiting and during my waiting i dream of the time that i find joy again in living, for the last blast and not be that trapped individual in the claws of the HSE who deny me even freedom of movement as i haven't even got a wheelchair, so i lie in my home and google all manner of things.

the day i decided to accept that awful social housing unit amongst alcoholics and children who shoot at you.  i was so ill i couldn't even eat the meal the person who gave it to me afterwards and who took this image at the bottom of his garden.  i was losing weight from sickness and no one really cared that much.

moving home to where i belong, to savour my town and land away from this god forsaken village of bitchy people and a group that is so self satisfied that newcomers are gone through with a knife.
If you talk about disability, they slit you in half.
if you organise an art class, they crucify you on the facebook forums.
you cannot win in this hell little shit town.
you are not one of theirs, but maybe that's a good thing.
maybe i should not be.

my lovely twin during her cancer treatment at St. Luke's, a time she found people who really did care, a time she found some joy because she had that connection.  i love her.  lets hope we can work it all out to be together and support each other through thick and thin.

i await the small home with my twin sister if she can bear me or we can work through our differences.
the comfort of my twin for she can give that.

then too when all is too much i will go to the shed at the end of the garden and pretend there is nothing between me and the stars and the silence.
that feeling of a fairy under a mushroom and forget.
noise, people, people and more bloody people.
the destroyers of a persons psyche and mind.
the destroyers of the least able but actually the strongest for you have to be that to do this, go through this and come out the other side.

i will not let greystones, Ireland, the HSE nor the consultants break me.
i shall find a time of joy and i know i will die trying for it.
if not found let it be known that no one could say i never tried, or was lazy in the effort to find that peace.
god be with me then for i shall go and lets hope i go well and not so frightened of it all.

People in my life have a lot to answer for.
sexual abuse by a catholic priest.
severe /profound deafness not detected or helped through school.
mental health system from hell until i saw sense.
hospitals where consultants abuse power and are just awful.
but they wouldn't be if my bank account was strong.
no, for i saw the whiskey bottles walking from their clinics touching Christmas.

i say to people.
can you be nice?
if so will you do it now?
can you help?
if you do will you help now?
can you be half decent to me?
if so can you start and never stop being decent?

or is that too much to ask of a human in my life.
i think it could be.
so be it humans.

this is the fight, the big fight, the day that Cllr. Pat Kavanagh who stabs my twin managed to slip a letter to An Taoiseach, we were banned from the complex, she was let in.  I pray her stealth will be our wealth.  the Cuts kill us so.

when a nation 'goes tired' and so does this blogger!

we are all tired.
we are all in shock.

prices and costs of living are rising through the roof.
we have increase of ESB charges and water charges introduced on same day.
prescription charges off richter for those of us who are very ill.

in fact the only thing that stays static is the pension and the social welfare, otherwise things rise.

my pension has deceased and stayed static within the past few years, decreased three times.
but nothing stays still.

when you tired too, sick too and needy of services where are they now.
what has happened health care ?

If you are in the public health system it stands still too, nothing gets better.
i am waiting for scan on my shoulders after a very bad fall many months ago, so in agony daily i attempt to make contact with my doctor, but that doesnt work.
i do not sleep because of it.

i have lost all but a stump of tooth, and its still there in my mouth and will remain so for many more months to come.
i have gum desease and yet i will only get to see a hygenist after two years without, next december.
i have just got my winter shoes, after well over six years waiting, i have deformed feet.

i dont get physiotherapy, about ten minutes tweaking a few days ago and about half hour chatting, thats my physio over for a few weeks anyway.  i would have preferred if it was ten minutes chatting and half hour manipulation and massage, but which is easier.

psychological support, again NADA and that even though i was to get some after last easter after waiting over two and a half years.

I met the psychologist once down here, and that for a team meeting and nothing further, a meeting of all my team which lasted half an hour, she scuffed at my diagnosis of asperger syndrome, even though it took many weeks going to an autism specialist a questionaire from me and a relative who knew me.  it was extremely comprehensive indeed.
so the psychologist in my new area knows me inside out eh in half hour where we were talking about all sorts of things.

the promise of a workshop for the staff of the local health centre on dealing with adults with asperger was promised it never happened and told so by the nurse.

when my wheel flew off my powered wheelchair the health service tried to tell me i had it fixed by a person unknown and nothing was wrong when contrary to this, a service rep told his mates the blasted wheel was put on with the wrong bolts and this was quite a story within the industry, yep evidently it was!
i didnt have anything altered on my chair just had things tightened so that no more flew from it.

people write anything on file, just about anything, it doesn't wash with me when a commentator who commentated on file said to me today 'you were not supposed to see that, that was confidential.'  i have to wonder, how about my confidentiality when i find this out by mistake and what i saw was shocking.
it was and defamatory to boot, half lies, economic with the truth and without qualification on the incidents named nor the circumstances surrounding my difficulties.
it doesnt matter, anything is done and said to me, over and over.
many things are denied me over and over.
i see no end to it, at all.
i am being stitched, over and over and i know it and many know it.
many see and have been along with me on this journey of hell.
its hell to be in ireland and sick.
its hell to have liars and cheats and groupies as your health care managers and service providers.
its hell to have a health service so devastated by cuts and germany that we do not have a service at all.
proven we do not have a service.

how do you correct it all and the corrupt state we live in?
i do not know.
the judicial system came in for a spanking today and deemed not fit for purpose.
so too the health system in the dail many months and even years ago, not fit for purpose.
but still more and more is not fit for purpose and in essence doesn't work, so if all doesn't work, who is there to fix it.
when germany has decided to take all our money and leave us a country denuded of our youth, our top graduates, our vibrant services, those that are left and surely to god there has to be one or two left, what then?
what is left of a country.
it wont be and isnt.
we have sold most of our assets, the politicians will be the least educated you can find as those cute enough to bail out of our sweet land have and are gone to better pastures.
we are rotting, daily, monthly and yearly.
more now sleep on the streets than ever before.
less are able to keep up.
more are emigrating.
the sick are sicker and not served and therefore only one elite is left, the rich, be they educated, which they are not, they can buy their health and their status and their lifestyle while all the rest are mere shadows of their former selves.
it doesnt really matter about our rising suicide rates because no one cares for the other anymore.
we will be left with the moo cows on green pastures and the bulls in the dail.
pretty much pleasant apart from the fact there are irish people still living here who are governed by the bulls that be.
i wish to god they would emigrate to pamploma or where ever that there bull run is and let our lot out to test their wit on the roads some place else but our boreens.
i never, ever thoght i would see the day i would say 'i hate this country of mine, hate it.'

identical twins remember how it is....

again my friends, i was trawling files to extract ten good images for an exhibition as i have been offered 'wall' to exhibit.

but in the course of my jumble which is supposed to be very un-jumbled files according to date/event/ etc et al, i found these images.

they remind me of many things.
but primarily they remind me that although these images were taken at the beginning of our decline we were proactive and loving life and feeling actually that nothing would get in the way, not even disability.

 we remained smiling and strong in a sense.
we were determined, to carry on and to cope.

before my first exit to UK 'Lupus Centre' for evaluation as to what may ail me, Ireland left me for DEAD

the director of operations at 'St. Olaf's' where the Lupus Centre is, shows me around the building where some of the Poirot episodes were made.  No, i didn't feel as good as i looked, but here you see courage.  the people here were amazing.

but then we didn't reckon on powerful forces which would bring us to our knees.
we met the hse.
after many rants, tears more rants and more complaints, begging and more tears we are still effectively embattled with the famous HSE.

it isn't our intention and nor was it ever our intention to land in this position.
that is, be sick or fight with anyone least of all a powerful body like the HSe.

but i think they ought to see us here.
they ought to see how they have brought us so far down in confidence, in self belief and also how dis empowered we feel now after all of this.

there were  very dark days and an enormous amount of physical pain, this no one saw as they didn't wish to see.

it seems strangely odd to remain positive when the situation was grim and the wheelchair off camera in this instance, ready to collapse into.  also odd that myself a sick person still had the will to dress well and try and stay positive when everyone was being so beastly back in Ireland, this taken during another visit to Prof. Graham Hughes of the Lupus Centre London UK

i wish to remind the HSE there should be a LIFE going on despite the HSE, there should be a parallel where we can actually enjoy, contribute and have some peace and joy.
what has happened the latter has been swallowed by the former right now.

i intended to create work and to do the best i could given my situation.  London again after another trip to 'the Lupus Centre' when Ireland left me for dead! 

but ialso wish to tell all, its not my intention to stay in such a hopeless situation, but also i hope for justice after all that has happened.
to take life is a crime.
to take a living person and subject her/them to misery is also the taking of a life.
denying them a right to a life is a crime.
to deny my twin sister who has done so much is a crime.

we were fighting to enjoy despite everything as my first ever hotel stay in 2008 found me too unwell to get to the hotel restaurant and i had to deal with a child's portion of chips and a burger.

christmas, same hotel, same year same health issues.

margaret and i enjoyed looking well, making the effort and attempting to enjoy christmas together although inside we may have been dying of the despair of hopelessness.

even a wish with santa at the hotel that margaret and i would see 'justice' from the Irish medical services, but we had many journeys costing a fortune to get to UK and to lead us where we are today...mito disease.  at least suspected mito disease.  VERY RARE.

we overcome so much including myself overcoming adversery but then to deny me my own personal life is also heinious after the flipping awful work i attempted to join the world after a prison of sorts in the mental health system.
ry severe deafness to become very ill and basically butchered down by the HSe.
i want to reassure you the phoenix will rise again.

i am being injected with radio-active material, this should make my brain and basel ganglia glow to determine if i have parkinsons disease.

why put me through this and have the neurologists say 'you do not have parkinsons disease you just want it'?  why over rule the specialists who read these dat scans?  why did the consultants put me through this TWICE and say the same, when each test cost the tax payer 3,000e each.

i didnt know this image was being taken, by a friend.  I have yes, generalised dystonia.

i wanted to be an Artist, i attempted to be an Artist, exhibition in Dublin Ireland

i wanted to look well, even if dying inside.

my twin too, had a life before she was butchered and slayed by the HSE

my twin sister, Dr. Margaret Kennedy had a vocation that no one should face sexual abuse by clergy, when sick she has remained floundering in a mess which is her care team and the care package she deserves after a lifetime of social care service