Tuesday, 28 March 2017

SECTIONED WITHOUT DUE PROCESS AGAIN

On Tuesday 14th March I was once more sectioned on a 136 order by Stafford Police and taken to St George's Psychiatric Hospital against my will. I was given no paperwork again, just like the last time, and not given an option to see a lawyer.

These are some of the names of the people involved

Lettie Mnisi

Pascal Ashieddo

Dr Shakir

Dr Bhardwaj

Jenni Hudson

Sue (student)

Emma Davies (nurse)

There were also two paramedics, I think one was male and one female, and two female police officers, I think one of them was called Lisa and had tattoos.

I'm writing this for my own protection, as I am frightened. The reason the police came was because I had a fit in Victoria park, and when the police came I was actually recovering from the fit. I was told by the paramedics they needed to check my health before I could be allowed to go on my way,I did tell them how frightened I am of Stafford Police due to their mistreatment of me since I was a child, in Pindown children's home which was used as a sex slave brothel in the 1970s, which Stafford Police are very well aware of.

Saturday, 25 February 2017

Tuesday, 3 January 2017

ANOTHER ATTEMPT TO SILENCE ME

1) Matthew Ellis was on local radio this morning, talking about a new scheme to lock up mentally ill people, a new cell unit at St George's Psychiatric Hoispital. Naturally, after my appalling recent experience of being illegally sectioned for getting upset (NOT violent I must stress, but very weepy and upset) over police refusing to do anything about child trafficking and abuse that I've repeatedly told them about in Stafford, I did have quite a lot to say on this subject.

Suddenly, I found I was totally unable to make any comments on Twitter. It was as if someone else has taken over the control of my keyboard. Typing anything in was useless, no words appeared.

Now, I just don't believe in coincidences and there's nothing wrong with my device.

I don't use my blog much any more. Stafford police have harassed me for blogging. They want me to shut up. Michael Brown Mental Health COP paid me a visit when they sectioned me 2 years ago at St George's. I'm sure people can easily understand how that makes me feel. I think I am a brave lady even if no-one else does!

Sunday, 2 August 2015

Stafford Police have told me its legal to abduct disabled kids from school and take them to prison without parents consent

I had a call from Victoria Downing from Stafford Police Child Protection unit yesterday and she told me again, that its not a criminal offence to abduct disabled children and take them to prison without parental consent and knowledge and hand them over to a bunch of criminals.

I told her I feel like an ant living in TopsyTurveyland. I told her I feel that I have no human rights.

Stafford Police have effectivly silenced me. I've tried for years to fight against the paedophile ring that is operating right in front of everyones noses in Staffordshire, but its useless. Hardly anyone reads this blog any more. Ive been pretty effectivly silenced and theres nothing I can do about it. I feel like nothing has changed since I was a child being abused 40 years ago, I had no voice then and I have no voice now.

But God is watching.

Wednesday, 22 July 2015

IS ABDUCTING CHILDREN AND TAKING THEM TO A PRISON WITHOUT CONSENT A CRIME?

Stafford Police are telling me that it isnt a crime, and I find that absolutly shocking, especially considering how I was persecuted for seven long years, falsely accused of Parental Alienation Syndrome, which was invented by the paedophile Richard Gardner, and repeatedly threatened with jail/removal of my son/psychiatric hospital if I committed "Contempt of Court" which umbrella term could mean simply talking about how I was being abused in the secret family court!

So the things you would think are crimes arent, and the things you wouldn't think are crimes are, according to Stafford Police.

Its like living in TopsyTurvyland!!!

The secret family court of Stafford is still up to its tricks, using PAS and Threat Therapy. I can't name the lady, but I have a contact who is suffering the same legal criminal harassment as I did, but I will say that the criminal gangster law firm that is shafting her is based in Rugely. I expect they troll this site though, just as Stafford Police do, I'm not stupid, I know full well what goes on, so I just want to say this much, you had better leave this one well alone, she's not on her own any more.

As for me, I'm smashed up and can't do very much these days, its PTSD, I keep having episodes, and its like a spiral of thunderstorms in my head, dispair. Ive been trying to relax a lot, did some ukelele cases, I mean to post the pattern onto my other blog, the craft blog. I made a really nice one with George Formby embroidered on it, for someone who is just amazing at playing the uke. I've been doing quite a bit of embroidery, and painting, just funny little paintings of birds and cats and people. I try to keep positive, but I still feel so terrified inside, and wonder if that horrible feeling will ever go away.

To the Christian man who posts on here - I know what you're saying, but I dont think you understand, its not bitterness, its righteousness, and the horror of what is still happening here in Stafford. The Lord gives us a moral duty to care for others, He doesnt want us to turn away, like in the story of the Good Samaritan. We're living in TopsyTurvyland right now, thats what the Bible means when it says the whole world groans, we who love Jesus groan in pain at the goings on of this world, we groan for justice and righteousness. If I sound bitter at times, well, the Lord does understand, its a bitter cup we are all having to drink from, even though the Lord drained it down to the dregs, He also wept in pain and heartache, as we do.

I just want to mention the Moody Blues at Glastonbury. It would have been very nice to see that concert, but the BBC decided not to film it!!! They are my favourite band, and when I was going through that horrible seven years of secret court persecution I was touched by two tracks in particular, The Voice, and Dawning Is The Day. The lyrics of those two songs, I used them as a mantra, I knew deep inside the Lord wouldnt let those wicked people destroy me, in faith, I clung to the Lords promises like a drowning person clings to a piece of flotsam. The paedos mocked me for trusting in God, I remember that, they abused me and mocked me for that too. I actually met Justin Hayward a few years ago, that was a special day for me, he's a nice man, kind and I like kind people.

Thursday, 28 May 2015

Sectioned again, without paperwork, abusive treatment at St Georges Psychiatric Hospital 20th May

I was sectioned again and forcably taken to St Georges Psychiatric Hospital on Wednesday 20th May 2015. I had been put into the position of confrontation with the son of a person who raped me as a child, which caused me to have a meltdown, and I went on a long bikeride and my partner reported me as a missing person, so when I got back the police were round my house, more triggers. The next day I was hysterical, and as my therapist from emotional well being, who has been brilliant, has been taken off my case by her manager, leaving me with no support, my partner didnt know where to go to for help, so he contacted the very people who were pretty much guarenteed to stick the boot in, Stafford Police, the very ones who have covered up institutional child abuse for decades, and the reabuse of victims of child abuse. An ambulance came out, plus the police, one of the ambulance drivers terrified me, he was a big man and he grabbed hold of me as I tried to climb out of the downstairs window to get away from them, and he was shouting at me and waving his hand at me, but the other one was calmer and persuaded me to get into the ambulance and go with him to the hospital at Harplands.

I was taken to Harplands psychiatric hospital in Stoke on Trent, but after waiting a while a lady called Rebecka came out, I think she was a nurse, and she told the police and ambulance men that no-one could see me from there as I wasnt in their catchment area, and told them to take me to Hope Street. I recognised the name of the place, and I said I didnt want to go there as I had already been taken there and the place was terrifying to me as the building was like a prison with bars all round it and cell like rooms that reminded me of the Pindown cell, and Id gone for an assessment to see if I could see an Asperger Syndrome specialist but ended up getting very very very upset because of the trigger of just being in the cell like room, and though I had the assessment, the people couldnt help me because as they told me, Staffordshire has no provision at all for adults with Asperger Syndrome. Id told my therapist with EWB about this, and she was very supportive and understanding, when I explained to her how just being in the room triggered my panic, because of the memories of Pindown, but still, the police tried to force me to go into that very same room, I just couldnt, I sat on the floor outside, so the man came out to me, Jeff Kelsall, and he told me he would phone round to get me some help, I was in such a horrible state, and I told him theyd taken away the one therapist who was actually helping me, and left me with no support at all, despite promising me secondary therapy, whatever that is, and my therapist had been reassuring me that although our sessions were coming to an end that I wouldnt be left with no support, that I would be transferred to another therapist before her sessions ended, she was trying to contact the St Georges network and my GP and not getting anywhere.

I was then told to get into the police car to go home, but I didnt want to go in the police car, and I told the police I wanted to get out of the car, but they refused to let me out, so I tried to open the car door while the car was stopped, but the police sectioned me for trying to get out of a moving car, even though the car wasnt actually moving, and they took me to the same hospital I was abused in as a child, St Georges Psychiatric Hospital again, on a 136 order, this time I wasnt even given the 136 section paperwork. I was seen by two doctors, Dr Gul and Dr Bharedwaj and Rebekah Taylor AMHP and two other people, one was a social worker but I dont have the names of the other two people, the two doctors reassured me that the doctor I had complained about Dr Agell would not be involved at all any more in my case, Dr Agell has made a diagnosis of me when I was sectioned before in November which I have yet to see, he made his diagnosis without proper direct consultation, which seems to be his normal way of doing things, and from what Angela Travis, the community Mental Health nurse who has been put in charge of my care, incidentally I have yet to meet her, because as far as I am aware, I havent even met her yet, all my treatment is being based on the reccomendations of Dr Agell, the Spanish doctor who I have already made a complaint about, Dr Agell totally ignored two seperate diagnoses of me having PTSD due to institutional child abuse and one of diagnoses of indication of Asperger Syndrome.

The care plan for me is a joke, it acknowledges that EWB have discharged me and that I need psychological imput and further therapy, but St Georges plan is for no further plans to engage with me, but for crisis intervention to call the police if I have another meltdown, and mentions that I have needed to be taken to a place of safety (which St Georges Chebsey Ward certainly isnt!) on a 136 court order, so from what I can make out of Angela Travis care plan her idea of treatment for PTSD and Asperger Syndrome meltdowns is for the police to cart me off on another 136 section, which is terrifying and abusive.

I am having to make another complaint, as well as going ahead with taking the last complaint further. I would appreciate peoples prayers very much. I really cant help having these meltdowns, and this time it was all caused from peoples absolute stupidity of making me face the son of someone who raped me, and it brought it all back so vividly, the horrible horrible things that happened to me as a child, I just couldnt deal with it, and I feel terrified of these hard boiled people like Angela Travis, who was so nasty to me down the phone, I wish God would heal me inside of me, I wish that so much, but at the same time I am glad I still have my mind and memories intact, as I am absolutly terrified that these bullies want to lobotomise me so that I dont even remember what happened, I kept telling my therapist that over and over, I have ugly memories, but they are MY memories, and awful as they are I dont want someone to interfere with my brain and take them away and replace them with nonsense, to me that is like death. I think that is what Angela Travis Dr Agell and the rest of them at St Georges want to happen, for selfish reasons, I dont think any of them actually give a monkeys about me, all they want is to cover everything up, make me so very very tiny, squash me, cover me up and block out my voice, because of the abuse that I suffered as a child in care, but why they are wanting to cover that up Heaven knows, because surely none of them were even there 40 years ago when it happened, its very strange how I am being treated.

If people want to play for me, please pray for the truth to come out, truth truth truth, just that.

Tuesday, 21 April 2015

FACEBOOK - THE PAEDOS UP TO THEIR ABUSIVE NONSENSE AGAIN

First of all, sorry to people who have been commenting here and not getting their comments published, the reason for that is that last year I was sectioned and put into St Georges Psychiatric Hospital by Stafford Police, who are refusing to investigate the Pindown child abuse and reabuse in secret family courts in Staffordshire. To be fair to the actual officers who sectioned me, I had become ill because of continually having to fight for justice, but the ones at the top of Stafford Police have a lot of questions to answer.

I've been trying to get my health back, and haven't been blogging, I've had to for my own health and sanity, I don't want to end up in a wooden box before my time, though I'm sure certain people would give a massive cheer and dance on my grave if that happened, I pray to God for my health, even if its only to spite the paedophile gangsters.

I've had to come to my blog today, as a lady called Catherine Bruen has contacted me and showed me that someone calling themselves Chrisanna Kennedy is using a photograph of me as their avater on Facebook. As I haven't been on Facebook for at least 6 months, I was unaware of this until Catherine very kindly brought it to my attention.

She showed me part of a conversation of a chap called Paul Smith with Chrisanna Kennedy from last Tuesday, round about 3.15pm.

I've told Catherine some of the things the paedo gangsterss have done to me, and that I have nagged and nagged the police to do something about it, but all theyve done is reabuse me instead, I didn't tell Catherine a half of what theyve done to me, ie the time Dawn Franks from Stafford Police came round my house pretending to investigate the abuse I've suffered, but tried to trick me into signing my name underneath a very faintly pencilled in entry (which could therefore easily be rubbed out and replaced with something else in biro, as I'm quite sure was her intention) in her police notebook, the Lord alerted me to that one and I dealt with it by writing that I wanted Stafford Police to carry on investigating institutional child abuse in Staffordshire and signed under that instead, leaving her no space in which to insert any other writing afterwards!!!

I can't deal with the bullies on Facebook, theyve already made my life an absolute hell for years, and I told Catherine that, and also its a waste of time me going to the police as Stafford Police are part of the problem, they wouldn't even investigate a death threat made to me by the paedos, but what I can and will do is pray for courage and enlightenment for all the people who are getting bullied and abused by them, I've done my bit in the fight against paedos, as anyone who reads this blog can see, and I am shattered now, other good people will have to take up the battle now, but I do want to publicly thank Catherine for alerting me to them using my photograph illegally on Facebook.