I wrote this in December 2011, when I had seen a lot in the press about how social care was to be changed for the better...as I published about
Making it Real.
Making it authentic... is the problem as the Finance department
of the council is the main controller. Last year I was reassessed by what the
council called their Vanguard team, I was told that I could give a Xmas bonus
to my team if I wished, so I did. This is what had happened to me previously
which considering that I felt much better made me taking the managerial
decision of allocating a Xmas bonus to my deserving overstretched staff.
My start with the Personal Budget had been very poorly and
very unfairly managed by the Bath and North East Somerset council (BaNES). The
care was cut suddenly with nobody able to speak to me left in the lurch and my
husband head of department in an academic establishment. There was no money
paid into the account but my own contribution for the week it was starting. The
Shaw Trust that was supposed to help me recruit had found nobody before mid May
2010. I had paid my fee for support and paid repeatedly for press advert once
to many. My Personal Budget was momentarily overdrawn. As the account has got
my name on it I paid the overdraft and started arguing with social services.
My social worker had been allocated to another area of the
council. I had been assured by letter that my case would remain hers until
Personal Budget was ready to start.
I wanted out of the care received by a care company and I
was not happy with the care they could only provide. They would change their
calling time with no notice. The good carers were not respected by the
management, some were expected to drive fast in order to be able to provide the
care. The good members of staff were leaving one after the other. I applied for
the Personal Budget in August 2009 when my husband had a successful kidney
transplant. He felt that he could help better with managing my care. In
December 2009, I got what was called “a good little package”. I should have
heard the alarm bells!
I was particularly upset by the care I received as the “elf
n safety” regularly mentioned was not very good. Let’s start: using the same pair
of rubber cloves throughout one call; emptying waste paper baskets by same
gloved hand; rinsing and emptying catheter bag in wash basin…Then being told “I
don’t care if your foot drops off” when I was suffering my 5th toe
nail infection…Then being confronted whilst in the buff on my own commode with
the door shut by “how dare you?”. This whole period was not assessed as abuse
but as “lack of respect”.
At the same time I was waiting for an appointment with a
neurologist, I had a lot of pain. I was in a daze of Ibuprofen and Paracetamol.
I did have basic self wheeling wheelchair issued by the South West Wheelchair
Centre. I could not go there for any assessments and was relying on their
visits for any improvements. Transport would not have included care. My husband
was not fit before the transplant to help me go there as a session can take a
few hours; he had many responsibilities at work and dialysis three times a week.
The wheelchair was issued and “they” became deaf. It did not give me a good posture. Its front
wheel were catching my right foot which had most spasms because of the toe nail
infections and the contrariety caused by the poor care I had received.
I could not find care starting at 7 am which was necessary
to permit bathroom use and reassure my husband who started work at 9 am. The
care company was the only one able to
do that time. I am a retired professional who used to get up at 5:30am when
working. It is very hard to maintain a good schedule of calls that fit with
one’s life when you are a wheelchair user in need of assistance for transfer. A
sliding board is your best friend! That’s how you go to the loo…There are no
paper pant involved. Nice regular healthy food that I believe kept me out of
hospital...and a good eye for knowing when the next care worker will appear...