I want several members of Renfrewshire Council to be prosecuted for a variety of crimes. I certainly want them and those who they have paid to help me with my disability to be investigated by the appropriate authorities. Over the next week I hope to provide a comprehensive list of the crimes for which I think these people should be prosecuted.
In one week’s time my advocate will return from holiday. Then and only then will I agree to a social worker at Renfrewshire Council setting up a meeting to speak to me, a meeting that will take place in the presence of my named advocate. And I will be asking her to address every single point that I will raise in an email I have yet to send her, the contents of which will be made publicly available on this blog. Anyone in cyberspace who wants to read this stuff will be free to do so.
If anyone is interested, my last blog entry constitutes the starting point for what I want to be placed onto the agenda with this social worker:
. I will be asking her to allow me to tape record everything that I say, a transcript of which I will then place onto my blog. If she doesn’t want her words to be tape recorded to protect her from misrepresentation, then we will have to see what can be negotiated. I am not sure I am willing to meet with her other than with a tape recording made of our entire meeting. In the event of her refusing to let me record what we say, she should be aware that I will try to summarize all her responses to what I tell her, insofar as I can recall what they are.
I have requested several times previously that I am allowed to tape record all meetings with Renfrewshire Council workers and/or that I am allowed legal representation as my only real protection against Renfrewshire Council. Both Renfrewshire Council employees themselves and all those who they have paid to allegedly ‘care’ for me have point blank refused to let me do either, despite a worker at the Citizens Rights Bureau telling me and a worker at Scottish Autism that, given what I explained to him about my circumstances, I had every right to have legal protection from Renfrewshire Council.
I have at every such meeting insisted that it be read into the minutes that at every previous such meetings that has taken place with either Renfrewshire council and/or those they have paid to allegedly help me have been complete and utter sham: every single one of these meetings have had a set of minutes that have been a gross caricature of what I have said at those meetings, and what others said to me. Words have been put in my mouth and everything of significance that I have raised has been tippexed out of the record. I have pointed that out at every one of these meetings and at every meeting those there pretend this is the first time I have raised this.
Every attempt to have this atrocious behavior on the part of Renfrewshire Council to be addressed has been swept under the carpet. And I have been threatened with being kicked out into the streets unless I knuckle under to this crap. Well, I have had enough.
Unless I am allowed to tape record what I say at my next meeting with Renfrewshire Social workers, I will simply read into the minutes a prepared statement and ask my advocate to set up a meeting with my MSP to investigate the abuse I have been subject to by Renfrewshire Council going back as far as November 1998.
Over the last fifteen years the list of complaints I have about Renfrewshire Council swells to many dozens. Some of these are more serious than others. Quite a large number of these complaints constitute actual crimes. I have insisted that the minutes of every meeting I have been forced to attend with Renfrewshire Council employees record every detail of these criminal offenses. And not one of them has been so recorded. This is a disgrace.
I have seven days in which to list these crimes. That should be enough time. How do I deal with this problem? Do I try to go through everything chronologically? There is merit in that idea. I will probably try to summarize events in some kind of chronological order. However, there is a problem with this. Due to the complexity of my story, many readers are bound to lose patience. Some will stick with it, engrossed by the horror of what has been done to me. On the other hand, I will take quite a while to get to some of the more recent events. Some readers are bound to lose patience. Or they will demand I answer questions that I felt it essential to gloss over in order to speed up the presentation of a very complex story. The solution would appear to be to try a multifaceted approach: I can try to tell my story in some kind of short hand chronological summary, but also try to list some of the most serious crimes which will win me the ear of the reader. I think I will start with the latter approach. So, in no particular order, I will try to list what in my opinion constitute crimes by staff at Renfrewshire Council and some of those they have paid to allegedly help me….
Before this though there is something else I need to do. I am now suffering some physical disabilities that have been caused by Renfrewshire Council and those they employ to allegedly help me. Specifically I can now barely move any distance without struggling for breath. Even moving within my flat causes me some distress. Moving outside is quite intolerable. In addition to this problem my spine is now out of shape. Within my flat I move around like Quasimodo. This has become my default posture while walking. When I leave the flat I try as hard as I can to straighten up. I can do this with effort but it exacerbates the struggle of just walking any distance at all. Sometimes in my flat I try to bend my spine backwards to straighten up. If I am going to get rid of this hunchback posture I am going to need some specialist help. I am hoping it is not permanent but for all I know maybe it is too late to fix this. But how did I end up like this? What did Renfrewshire Council and those they pay to allegedly help me do to give me this problem? I will answer that question, but in order to do that I need to provide other information. This is stuff I am not keen to pass on. But I have been forced to deal with this previously on this blog and I may as well do it again. I am going to have to explain what I can and what I cannot do.
I have a diagnosis of autism, but it is not one that I embrace. I am not convinced this is not a misdiagnosis. Having said that I do not want to protest too much for a couple of reasons: firstly, I don’t want to give the impression that I think there is anything wrong with those who are genuinely autistic; I am just not sure that any meaningful list of symptoms encapsulates my particular strengths and weaknesses. I think the individual who tested me screwed up the tests and I will explain this in more details over the next few days. I am not going to say much about this in this blog post. What else? If I am right in my challenging my diagnosis of autism, I am making a claim for a wider rejection of diagnoses of others who are said to be autistic. In attempting to liberate me from this diagnosis, I think I will be dragging others out of that category into a different one: attention deficit hyperactivity disorder, that only has a very superficial coincidence of symptoms under certain circumstances. A lot of what are said to be strengths of those with autism are my weaknesses, and vice versa. A good deal of what I think makes me strong are said to be key deficits of the typical autistic. I am not going to concede the diagnosis without a fight. If specialists want to defend their diagnosis, then let’s see them address my critique of what they are alleging.
I am not going to go over all the reasons why I reject the autism diagnosis at this point. I will do that in subsequent posts, but draw the readers’ attention to the fact that I have written about that previously. You will have to use the search facility on this blog though to trace this. I’m too lazy to do it for you. Sue me!
Although I don’t think I have autism, I do think that Sheldon Cooper from Big Bang Theory has that condition (in its aspergers variation), and I want to now explain how much I have in common with that character, specifically with his weaknesses.
Before I was moved against my will from the town I had lived in all my life to a town where I knew no one I could manage the problems that I had dealing with the outside world. Within reason. But Renfrewshire Council ensured that I have basically been infantilised. I need them to do things that other people don’t have any problem doing. Renfrewshire Council are relying on how humiliating it is for me to ‘fess up to what I cannot do that other people can that they think I will suffer in silence. Well I won’t. I don’t want to put this stuff in cyberspace. This is robbing me of dignity but I have been given no choice.
My spine injury has been caused by the fact that for the last year I have had nothing to sit on in my home. There are two chairs made of plastic. I bought the pair of them for £8 several years ago but both broke about a year ago. They split up the back. Renfrewshire Council social workers and those they pay try to humiliate me for not knowing how to get new chairs without them but they know I cannot do this. Prior to one year ago Renfrewshire Council paid for me to have ten hours of support with access to a car. A year ago getting a couple of chairs is something I could have done as soon as these chairs broke. I am literally incapable of doing this without support and Renfrewshire Council and those they pay to help me have witnessed the progressive degeneration of my spine and turned a blind eye. Some people will read this and think to themselves this is not something I should need help with. The problem is that I do. I have no idea why Sheldon Cooper is so incompetent in dealing with a lot of the things no one else has a problem with. But whatever his problem is I have similar problems on the surface. Without help from Leonard, Penny, his mother and others Sheldon would die. I am as needing of help but Renfrewshire Council have ensured I don’t get that help. And I am dying. At any rate what they have done to me makes me want to die.