Fear of accusation.

 

On the rare occassion I go out in public, I have mastered the art of of looking ahead with glazed eyes  avoiding any eye contact with anyone. Like a hawk I scan well ahead to see if there is anyone I vaguely know from my past.

Fear of further accusation is a serious issue for me. Moreover, the mis-interpretation of my intentions, my gaze or any intentions especially if I were to look at children or even adults. The short cut route through the childrens park, behind my house, is an absolute 'no go' area. I walk on the opposite side of the road to avoid any interaction with anyone, especially children. When the toddler next door plays, in his back garden, sometimes on his own, I will organise my times to going out (for example, to hang the washing etc,.) to when he is not about. I frooze completely about six months ago, when he looked over the garden fence, with me having not realised he was there, he said "Hello, whats your name?". I just scurried back into the house and said nothing. If I feel too anxious to going out, I will defer an activity and in the case of the washing I will dry it on the radiators, with full central heating, even in the height of summer.

Throughout my professional career, much involved with Special Needs, I have always retained at least basic First Aid qualifications. In  the late 80's during a road accident  on the A303 my training and skills were fully tested, with a 4 car collision and 7 badly injured with one life threatening. In the 90's I worked in a Residential Special School for those designated with 'Delicate and Complex Medical Needs'. Although we had medical support from the 'Schools Medical Service', we had no nursing contingent (as many assumed).  We had in residence 4 severe asthmatics, 5 epileptics who were subject to major seizures and a range of controlled treatment conditions. So all said and done we all had direct involvement with intimate and critical care. I carry a 'First Aid' kit as a matter of course, in my car.  Seems to me to be the sensible thing to do. In the past if a child grazed themselves, I would announce that I am a First Aider  and offer my support, without any hesitation.

We dealt on a daily basis with medical needs of which many lead to hospitalisation of the child, periodically. The small staffing team had a thirst for training and at the time we met the legal requirements on facilities and training. Today such environments do not exist as legislation would not allow a non-medical staff to do the nursing care without formalised nationally recognised qualifications. Our routines were regularily interrupted with seizures and life threatening asthma attacks. Today, children with severe conditions are either institutionalised or somewhat abandoned to the whims and fancies of the local areas support mechanisms.

My 'medical' training became quite extensive as a Non-medico and was well beyond 'this is how we stick a plaster on!' courses offered to care workers at that time or today.  Injections, Anaphylaxis management, Defibrillation, Epilepsy Management, Drug identification, Diabetes Management and many others lead to heaps of certificates to adorn my office wall. The most recent course I attentded was in May 2012 and included; Trauma and Medical Emergencies, Extended Skills  of Cannulation, Fluid Therapy, Advanced Trauma such as Chest, Abdominal, Head and Extremity emergencies such as clot risk.

Other than me attending to my own oven burn (on my forearm) a few months ago I have not used my 'first aid' skills since 2012.

A recent incident highlights my reticence to get involved (because of what has become a 'paranoid' concern of being wrongly accused of ill intent).

My only shopping times are reserved to nearly closing hours and these visits to the shops have become extremely rare. In my local high street, I was behind a mother pushing a buggy uphill with a small child. This was on an unstable pavement where she suddenly lost her traction. The buggy fell on its side against a shop window with the baby still strapped in it.  The lady stumbled and went down on a fours. I frooze completely. The automatic reflex reaction had gone. I wanted to involve myself, but just could not engage. Said nothing and then walked on. Thankfully someone was crossing the road came to her aid. The following week, for me, was tortured by guilt and random tearful sessions, feeling so guilty that I not interceded; purely because of the emotional scarring in that I dare not incase of any subsequent false allegation. 

 

Mr.P.R.Sincock - Complaints Appeal Unit - Devon and Cornwall Constabulary

"You have not been charged or prosecuted for any offences but your arrest has resulted in a number of adverse personal consequences."

This must be considered as the 'Understatement of the Year'. Describing the impact the arrest had on my life. In my complaint I asked them to explain the 'specific reasons' and evidence for my arrest. - An explanation of procedures was given, but no significant reason or evidence has ever been produced.

 

This is a personal website. Opinions expressed are from my own experience. Data is supported by written evidence. This site has been a cathartic exercise to recondition my thoughts away from ending my life. Throughout, there is no intention to defame or cause any harm to another person. There is, however, an eagerness by me to share my story and life with others, letting the public know what is happening under their noses, allowing them to judge me with all the information.