I apologise for my imperfections of journal presentation. (This is journal number 7 - by instalments.) However, they give my aged, impaired mother, Ella the right to speak, that social services Best Interest meeting denied her. In these journals, she claims her right to love and liberty, which has been denied her.
As John Milton said, hundreds of years ago, a nation that no longer values liberty to speak the truth, becomes a sixth rate nation. (Since 1989, Britain has had secret courts of family law, and of protection, for the young and old, respectively. Disclosers of their proceedings are thrown in jail.)
I have tried to catch the nature of Mums loss of a sense of time and place, in order to better understand it. I have treated her dream-like versions of reality, as her impaired minds functional attempts to hold her memories together, as best she can, and preserve her identity as an individual and my beloved mother.
Social services detained my mother from coming back to her house, from a care home. It's a long story, told in the other journals, in the series. Ella, an impaired 95 year-old lost her memory. A treasure trove of memory is still there, but she cannot reliably access it. Having lived with my mother for seventy years, I am the one person she wants to be with. Ella still has her intelligence.
It's as if a computer processor was still functional but is thrown on the scrap heap, for want of a memory deficiency, that could be relieved by an external memory drive. My life-long companionship puts me in a unique position to fill in Mums memory blanks, to the great improvement of her quality of life.
Social services have obstructed that alleviation of Ellas condition. And caused her untold distress - untold, that is, till I brought out this journal series on Family-splitting.
As John Milton said, hundreds of years ago, a nation that no longer values liberty to speak the truth, becomes a sixth rate nation. (Since 1989, Britain has had secret courts of family law, and of protection, for the young and old, respectively. Disclosers of their proceedings are thrown in jail.)
I have tried to catch the nature of Mums loss of a sense of time and place, in order to better understand it. I have treated her dream-like versions of reality, as her impaired minds functional attempts to hold her memories together, as best she can, and preserve her identity as an individual and my beloved mother.
Social services detained my mother from coming back to her house, from a care home. It's a long story, told in the other journals, in the series. Ella, an impaired 95 year-old lost her memory. A treasure trove of memory is still there, but she cannot reliably access it. Having lived with my mother for seventy years, I am the one person she wants to be with. Ella still has her intelligence.
It's as if a computer processor was still functional but is thrown on the scrap heap, for want of a memory deficiency, that could be relieved by an external memory drive. My life-long companionship puts me in a unique position to fill in Mums memory blanks, to the great improvement of her quality of life.
Social services have obstructed that alleviation of Ellas condition. And caused her untold distress - untold, that is, till I brought out this journal series on Family-splitting.
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