Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1634

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The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 1634
by Angharad

Copyright © 2012 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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We did a couple more chores, with me staying fairly close to Jacquie, I didn’t want to crowd her, nor did I want her to run off. I felt she was with us for a reason and that, I believed was to help her deal with her past.

I collected the girls after getting Jacquie to do some stuff with Stella and her two babies. Then after getting the three monkeys home, I gave them some cake to eat and drink, sent them off to change and told them if they did their homework I’d bring home some fish and chips. They all shot off upstairs to change.

After some effort I managed to get Jacquie to come with me to Dr Smith’s surgery and only after promising that I go in with her when she discovered it was a male doctor. I told her that he was lovely as well as competent.

She got quite anxious in the waiting room and I had to hold her hand–the blue energy flowed gently into her, making her relax without the rest of the waiting patients thinking we were arc welding or had a fire engine up our jumpers.

Dr Smith called us in–I’d filled in the form for a new patient with her help. “Lady Cameron, how nice to see you again,” we shook hands and he asked what he could do?

I explained Jacquie’s situation and she nodded that I had the basic facts right. He listened and his face went from smiling to grave. He asked her several questions and then asked if he might examine her. She asked me to stay with her and he nodded.

She had a scar across her abdomen, and he did a quick internal which made her start to sob, but she nodded for him to continue.

“I can’t feel a cervix, and the scars are redolent of major and rather careless hysterectomy. I don’t know if they had your ovaries as well. I’m going to refer you to a consultant, but it will take some time, I’m afraid.”

“How quickly could we get this done privately?” I asked.

He made a phone call. “Tomorrow evening, six o’clock, Miss Sabatini–she’s very nice. I’ll do a referral letter and email it to her, and a copy to you.” She nodded, she had an email address she could use through my computer.

“If your suspicions are correct, I hate to think how many laws have been broken including one by the medical team who dealt with you. They’ll probably have documented that there were complications and they had to do a hysterectomy, but it looks a real butcher’s job to me.”

“Is it worth reporting it?” I asked him.

“Let’s wait until we get her records through. Should only take a couple of weeks and it’s waited seven years. By that time as well, we’ll have an expert opinion from the consultant, which will probably involve a scan. If you’re lucky, they’ll do that NHS.”

“I don’t care Dr Smith, if I have to pay for that as well, I will.” I replied to his comment.

“I think you’d best just call yourself, Mrs Cameron. If the system thinks you’re loaded, they’ll want some of it,” he winked at me. We said our goodbyes and left, promising to return the next morning for some blood to be taken. They always do that in the morning because the specimens are collected after morning surgeries. I agreed to bring her after we took the girls to school.

Jacquie was effusive in her thanks to me when we got back to the Jag, and then burst into tears. I comforted her and she confessed she thought she was now sterile but was frightened to have it confirmed. I could understand what she was feeling–a bit I suppose like suspecting you’ve got some horrible disease and after tests going in for the results.

We stopped for the fish and chips, pity they don’t do tuna–oh well, I’ll have to have plaice instead. The others were all having cod. Jacquie said she didn’t want anything but I got an extra fish just in case she changed her mind–there’d be loads of chips and the girls never ate a full portion anyway.

She didn’t eat any dinner, instead going off to her room. I was worried about her and asked Julie to keep an eye on the chimps tea party while I went up to see if Jacquie was alright.

I knocked and entered and she started and went to hide something. I eventually persuaded her to show me what it was–a bottle of aspirin. I asked her to give them to my safekeeping and left her with two, which was all she’d need for her ‘headache’.

“You don’t need to mother me,” she said, “I’m twenty bloody years old.” Then she apologised and admitted she did think of taking all the pills.

“I’m not trying to mother you, but I am trying to help you. If you run away, or do yourself in, the bad guys win.”

“I’m beginning not to care–I just want it all to be over–I’m tired of being seen as a monster or being abused because people see me as less than human. I’d rather die than be like this all my life.”

“Then they win,” I repeated.

“They’ve won already, they destroyed me when I was five years old and finished the job when I was thirteen. I have no credibility–I’m a monster, some sort of freak.” She sobbed on my shoulder.

“I have some insight into how you feel about some of these things. I can’t say I know them all, but I have some experience myself of being an outsider and being ostracised by some people and abused by others who should have known better.”

She pulled away from me, “You can’t possibly know what it’s like.”

“I can and so can two of my children, all of them have been damaged. No one else would foster them–I’ve adopted them–you can be healed. I was by the love of Simon, and Daddy, helped by Stella and then the children–they gave me something no one else could–someone to protect, who needed me and my love, they also gave me love–unconditionally.”

“Why were you ostracised–for killing those men?”

“No, that was all hushed up because the powers that be had cocked up.”

“So why were you seen as a freak–a beautiful woman like you–how are you a freak?”

“I can’t have children.”

“You can get treatment for that, IVF and stuff.”

“Not in my case.”

“Loads of women can’t conceive, they’re not freaks.”

“Yes but most of those weren’t born as boys.”

She burst out laughing, “This is a joke, isn’t it? Are you trying to cheer me up by telling funnies?”

“It isn’t a joke, Jacquie, I was registered as a boy at birth.”

She looked at me, “Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“I don’t believe you,” she said shaking her head. “It would show, you’re a hundred percent female–I saw you feeding the baby–you couldn’t do that if you were a man.” She shook her head again. “Look, you don’t have to try and cheer me up, I promise I won’t top myself and that we can go and see this woman doctor tomorrow evening–you will come with me, won’t you?”

“Of course.”

“Why don’t you come and have some food.”

“I’m not really hungry, thanks.”

“It would do you good, just have a sandwich or even some chocolate–have something to keep your energy levels up.”

In the end she came down with me and we ate my plaice and chips between us, Stella had shoved it in the slow oven of the Aga to keep warm, and it wasn’t too dried up–okay, it wasn’t too brilliant either, but it sort of filled a hole.

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Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1634

Looks as if Cathy has adopted another.

    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine

Jacquie will do well to stay with the Camerons

That is so tragic, but also very much how people are treated. If the system finds you guilty, then you are guilty. (makes me mad) Much the same as how society treats anyone that is different than the norm. Sorry for my mini rant.
I hope Jacquie stays on and gets some love healing. hugs

Great story Angarahad hug

Well it seems like Cathy is destined to take in strays

However like it or not when she has been gifted by the powers to be as nearly an avatar, well she really has little choice ... especially if Bonzi has anything to do with it ;)

Kim

Seems like Jacquie was

"led" to Cathy. She's looking so genuine and needy. I hope Cathy and crew can show her that there is someplace in the world for her. Would be great if Cathy could find a way to deal with the doctors who mutilated her too. Yeah, it won't fix Jacquie but it will stop them from doing it to anyone else.

All together now...

"I tought I taw a puddy tat..."

I know it's a little unfair blaming the poor moggie all the time but he does have this malevolent look about him..."

Nice storyline, Ang; makes television soaps look tame and far-fetched.

S.

Reluctantly,

Reluctantly,

I have to say here and now; I don't think it will be worth reporting. In care, the wrongdoers get away with it all too frequently.

Jacquie is just so-oo right when she says that no one will believe her. No-one ever does, least of all the judges. When it suites the judges to protect their cronies and associates in the family courts, the medical witnesses, the failed social workers, the incompetent police and so on (and on and on!)then they simply resort to the 'The Rules of Evidence' and these are just so-oo loaded against the abused children that it's virtually impossible for them to be believed.

Jacquie's been there, she's walked the walk.

In the courts the abused victims make incoherent, shifty, uncertain witnesses whose dates and statements inevitably contain hundreds of errors. This is invariably because it usually comes from traumatised memory when the children are adult and hopelessly damaged or soon after the events when the children are younger and very, very afraid.

A twenty-five-year-old man stuttering and swearing in the dock whilst trying recall EXACT DATES AND FACTS relating to events that may have happened over fifteen years ago is called a 'LIAR!' when he gets it wrong, as he invariably will. Rules of evidence apply to criminal proceedings where facts, dates and events must be clearly established and unimpeachably correct.

This proved to be so-oo so true in the Bryn Estyn inquiry where NOBODY ended up being punished despite the flawed but repeated accusation of dozens of boys (and girls) who were raped, beaten and farmed out to paedophile parties all over Cheshire, Lancashire, Shropshire and North Wales.

I regret terribly to have to say the odds are heavily against Jacquie ever gaining requital. I wouldn't trust a British family court or any family division judge further than I could bury it.

Beverly.

PS Ang. Sorry for the rant, but ...

Bev,

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Chances are...

...there'll be very little written records of anything that happened to Jacquie - and given the operation was apparently both illegal and poorly performed, it's likely they'll have ignored statutory requirements on keeping of the records and will have destroyed them (conveniently 'lost') as soon as she left the system.

Time and time again in Serious Case Reviews two issues stand out: lack of consultation with other agencies (schools, GPs, hospitals etc.) and poor case recording. The social workers apparently believe they know the families they deal with, so every minute they spend recording what they've done and the circumstances of the various children (up to 12 in the same family in some cases!) is a minute they could be spending with the family.


As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!

Can't Understand Why!

We have choices that the rest of our relations of the animal kingdom not. We can act better we do not need to treat others badly. We can discover what the facts are before rendering any punishment, we can seek Justice and not revenge. Why we vivify the vulnerable, and victimize the victims is beyond me. Both the United Kingdom and the USA have common cultural foundations creating both good and bad. It is our choice both take the same amount of effort, why do we consistently chose the bad.
Another very good chapter and another member of Lady Catherin's growing circle of people who's lives have positively changed from knowing her. I hope the latest member can use this help to grow. But she has the choice.
Love
Misha

The only bad question is the one not asked.

The 'Care' system

I wrote my story about that one. Nothing more to say.

Sad to say

the sort of life that Jacquie endured at the hands of the so called care system is judging by the reports you read in the papers all to common... You would think with the focus turned on them by the media that things should improve, But it seems just when you think things could not get any worse they do...

I am sure that the majority of care workers do mean well but it it only takes a few bad eggs to tarnish everyone ....I only wish i knew what the answer was but far better minds than mine have grappled with the problem, Without yet it seems eradicating the problem..

Kirri