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Get Your Facts Straight

This is a story about the spread of lies and misinformation…

Wealth does not trickle down, but information does. If you pass off lies as if they were facts, they will spread and people will start to believe complete rubbish. Journalists need to check their facts. So should we, if we are going to broadcast things all over social media and to our friends and family.

I was disappointed by the number of my friends sharing a story about an ambulance “packed with explosives” at the Germany vs. Netherlands football game that was called off last night. I think it is little co-incidence that these were the same friends sharing stories about what a successful air strike the French had made against “ISIS” the day after the Paris attacks. From what I could see, it was an air strike against the sovereign nation of Syria. Strikes against a nation without declaring war on them is illegal, or so I thought? Perhaps it’s me who is confused.

So, what the heck is going on in the world? My friends and family have been turned against me, with rumours being spread about my mental health, alcohol and drug issues. If you didn’t see it with your own eyes, or see some evidence, why would you believe those who would seek to damage? What is the ulterior motive, when we are being told that a group of people or an individual is “evil” and needs to be excluded, wiped out… they are dehumanised.

What does this kind of infighting really achieve? Aren’t we all the same, under our clothes? Don’t we all bleed red? Don’t we all feel pain when you hurt us? Don’t we all have fear when you threaten us? Don’t we all cry when you isolate and exclude us?

What’s the point in spreading lies, misinformed rubbish that’s based on complete ignorance? What are you hoping that it will do? It certainly won’t make anybody think you’re a better person. It certainly won’t advance humanity, civilisation. It won’t protect you and your children and your grandchildren.

Yes, I think that fundamentally, people are playing on the fears that you naturally have as a parent. You want to defend the genetic material that you have managed to replicate into another bag of DNA… your children and grandchildren. You will happily kill if it means that more copies of your DNA get to be reproduced. It’s the selfish gene in action.

However, you have higher brain functions. Society and the advancement of the human race now means that we have written language and a body of historical literature that we can learn from. We can look at what has happened with countless empires and see that the same mistakes get repeated over & over again. Human nature includes animal nature, and that most basic nature is to fight and fuck and try and pass on your genes.

Do you think you could rise above the level of a mosquito, just for a minute?

Stop sucking blood and fighting and fucking. That’s what animals do.

Yes, you’re an animal, but you also have the gift of consciousness, which means that you’re self aware, and you can self-direct your actions based on the evaluation of more than whether you are horny or hungry. Yes, you might still be horny and hungry, but you can also be considerate and kind and thoughtful. You can surely see the physical manifestation of immorality in the world? Does “thou shalt not kill” apply to you?

So, I’m not religious, but at least religion preaches a code of morality. I have morals even though I don’t worship any god(s). I believe in certain things that have been attributed to a 2,000 year old man who was supposedly called Jesus Christ… but I’m not a Christian.

Let he who is without sin cast the first stone. Does that ring any bells? Guns and bombs are like stones, that we are raining down on the heads of many of our fellow human beings fairly indiscriminately. That’s immoral.

You cannot let things that are going on in the world sit comfortably on your conscience, unless you’re some sort of psychopath. Look at the huge number of refugees fleeing illegal wars. You help to support the kind of horrific barbaric behaviour that is causing this human suffering. If you’re thinking “what can I do?” or “it’s nothing to do with me” you are an ignoramus. You are a horrible person.

Your kids and grandkids have got to grow up on this polluted war-torn rock. If you’re teaching them that it’s OK to sit idly by while people are killed, or worse, you are promoting killing and illegal war, you are immoral and you are destroying the world. You don’t deserve to be teaching your children and grandkids vile views that will perpetuate the cycle of hatred and violence.

An eye for an eye leaves everyone blind.

That is all.

Frankie: “Why, daddy? Why do the horrible people do it? I just want to eat cat food and play with a ball of string and sleep in the sunshine” (June 2007)

Tags: #parents #politics #civildisobedience #frankie #terrorism

18 November 2015
Occupy Canary Wharf

This is a story about being an activist…

The streets of London are home to a huge population of runaways, refugees and other homeless people who have been marginalised by society. We tend to ignore them and their struggles. There are so many, we can’t help them all, right?

I’m not OK with people freezing to death on the streets, right under the noses of the wealthy. I’m not OK with just walking past human suffering on a daily basis, on the commute to the office. There are people huddling in shop doorways for a little shelter from the elements. It’s brutal out there, and things are getting worse.

There are no words to describe just how cold it is, sleeping rough. I have slept on a glacier. Millions of tonnes of creaking ice. That’s cold, even with a decent sleeping bag, sleeping mat, and a tent. Sleeping out on the streets is just as tough – most homeless people don’t have equipment that cost hundreds of pounds. The most vulnerable people in our society don’t even have enough money for food, clothes and other basics that they depend upon.

Normally charities will expect you to reach for your wallet. Normally charities will expect you to donate money. The whole fundraise & spend model of charity has failed, sadly. People and corporations are just not giving enough. People and corporations are treating charitable giving as a way to absolve themselves of personal responsibility for the wrongdoing in a society that they belong to.

Let’s start with some empathy, instead.

If you haven’t roughed it ever in your life, or it’s been a very long time since you were truly soaked to the skin, freezing cold, shivering, and with chattering teeth… then you have lost touch with what some of your fellow human beings are going through. There are people freezing to death, here, in a supposedly civilised advanced Western econonmy. I’m not OK with that.

Please, try and make it to West India Quay with some warm clothes and a good sleeping bag, and sleep out with us. 7pm to 7am on Thursday 12th November 2015. It’s incredible that this can take place when Canary Wharf Estate don’t really want a whole tent army right under the noses of rich bankers!

The Centrepoint charity has worked incredibly hard to make this possible, and only by agreeing to do things in the most unbelievably controlled way. There is private security for the event, as well as Canary Wharf’s own private security force, making sure that the wrong sort of people are not protesting about the abhorrent situation of young people being left freezing to death on the streets of London.

Sadly, in the 3 years that this event has been happening in Canary Wharf, my ex-employer JPMorgan Chase & Co has donated a paltry £70,000. That’s a disgustingly small amount of money considering how this bank has wrecked lives. One of my colleagues was driven to #suicide by the insanity of what Global Banking is doing to the world.

I absolutely do not want to see this event lose credibility, so please sign up for an official ticket and donate whatever you can afford: https://www.centrepoint.org.uk/news-events/events/sleep-out/west-india-quay

Whatever happens, please please please tell everyone you know about the plight of the homeless and support this event.

7pm to 7am, Thursday 12th November, 2015.

So, last week, I was working for HSBC on their number one project. The biggest bank in Europe at the moment is HSBC. They just declared quarterly profits have risen 33% to $6bn. That’s a substantial amount of cash that they have extracted from the world’s pockets!

So, how much do HSBC care about the homeless? Well they employed a homeless person (me) but their due diligence should have prevented me from getting that job and working my way out of poverty and debt. I should have been trapped into living on the streets.

We can’t have the wrong sort of people getting ahead in life, can we? It’s all about the rich getting richer, at the expense of the destruction of society by people who already have more than they need.

I made sure I got this email from the HSBC Group so that nobody is going to get sued! Hurrah!

I’ve got a bunch of other emails that prove that Corporate and Social Responsibility is a joke. These companies pay a pittance in order to try and cover up wrongdoing on an unimaginable scale. The institutional corruption is disgusting.

I’m being warned by journalist friends to flee for my life for whistleblowing. You’ll be able to find me… sleeping rough somewhere in London. If the Safer Streets teams can’t find people, then good luck to the banks with their teams of lawyers out to gag me!

Come and sleep rough with us!

That is all.

Tags: #homeless #frankie #london #banking #capitalism #notanonymous

10 November 2015
Eyes Passim

This is a story about turning a blind eye…

I have a moral dilemma. Do I whistle blow or go public with the things I know, tomorrow, when I lose my contract at HSBC.

How do I know I’m going to lose my contract? Well, I’ve rattled the cage pretty hard. The problem is that I care more about the shareholders, customers and employees, plus the stability of the global financial system, than I do about some idiots playing silly political games.

Fundamentally, I do believe that markets are efficient if they are free from political influence. Also, markets only really work if there is free trade and a single currency. Trade tarriffs, sanctions and so-called ‘hard‘ currencies are the new way that wars are waged and nations enslaved, and I’m not OK with that.

It’s pretty clear that a crash is inevitable now, but I don’t want to see the baby thrown out with the bath water. The laws, financial instruments, systems and infrastructure that allow capital to flow, should not be swept away.

Anti-capitalism is wrong. It’s the perversion of capitalism by ‘rigging the system‘ like Bretton Woods, that is wrong. It’s the insanity of having financial instruments that are not underwritten with collatteral, like Credit Default Swaps, that is wrong. It’s the institutional investors who buy every company of a certain market cap, thus creating a market for junk stock, provided its valuation can be pumped up unrealistically with ridiculous Profit:Equity (P:E) ratios (a.k.a Price:Earnings).

If we expel the money lenders from their temples, we only set back our civilisation. There will be chaos and greater inequality as a result. Just look at how the oligarchs monopolised everything after the fall of the USSR.

I’m really cut up right now by the strong desire to do the right thing, and I know that it will probably hurt me most of all. However, I’m not out to hurt anybody. I just couldn’t live with myself knowing I stood by and didn’t do anything when evil deeds are afoot.

Even if they’re not totally evil deeds. People are still sleepwalking right into another major crisis. This one doesn’t even seem to have an elegant central system designed to help things unwind with at least a little preplanning. It’s all about that lack of joined-up-thinking that will cause an unpredictable domino-effect.

So, wish me luck in the morning.

I wish I was a cat and I didn’t know any better. Ignorance is bliss (October 2014)

Tags: #banking #career #london #frankie #politics #capitalism #hsbc

5 November 2015
An Essay on Parenting

This is a story about being a good Mom or Dad…

In this blog post I will explain in detail, everything I know about how you should be a better parent to your child, and raise happy well-rounded kids who will always love you and appreciate everything you did for them growing up.

I don’t know anything about being a parent. It looks hard.

That is all.

Here is a picture of my cat. He mostly takes care of himself. I need him more than he needs me. He’s a survivor. He can walk on a roof and not fall through it (more on that later).

Spider cat does whatever a spider cat wants… or however that song goes (January 2008)

Tags: #parents #childhood #frankie

4 November 2015
Due Diligence

This is a story about social engineering…

The first rule of bus stop club is: you don’t talk about bus stop club. The second rule of bus stop club is: you don’t talk about bus stop club. The third rule of bus stop club is: don’t jump off the bus stop… it’s quite high.

I work on the Customer Due Diligence project for HSBC. We are expected to do due diligence on 48 million customers in 61 countries worldwide. HSBC is not very good at due diligence, mainly because they won’t listen to the experts.

When I was employed – as a disguised employee – by HSBC to work on the project, I was no fixed abode (homeless) and I was at the limit of my overdraft and credit cards. I had no income. I guess that technically made me bankrupt… except that it took me 4 days to get the job. That’s a record… it normally takes me less.

When you are honest, hard working, dedicated, an expert, passionate and have integrity, you don’t tend to have a lot of problems finding work. My main problem is finding anything that I’m interested in doing. Making the lives of 48 million customers a little better, and trying to save 245,000 jobs and create 13,000 new jobs is interesting to me. That’s why I got up and went to the interview with HSBC.

So, this sounds super arrogant. Yes, sorry. There’s absolutely no doubt that I’m only a very small cog in a very big machine. However, try buying a Rolex watch and removing one of the little cogs and see if it still works.

Teamwork is what gets stuff done, but every member of the team needs to be valued equally. Equality is important. Valuing people is important. Everything is awesome when we are part of a team. Everything is better when we stick together.

Here’s me going to my interview… just opposite the bus stop where me and my other homeless friends hung out. I actually wasn’t going to go… there were far more interesting projects at Meganews Corporation, Mega Credit Card, Mega TV Station, Mega Investment Bank(s), Mega Petroleum Company… London is not short of roles for software engineers. The agent convinced me to get up, have a shower, get dressed and go to the damn interview. I was glad that I did.

The way the whole system is set up with economic incentives, meant that rules were probably bent in terms of background checks. Nobody cared that my credit score was probably terrible – living on your credit card because society has abandoned you, is not great for your computer credit score. Nobody cared that I was no fixed abode (homeless) because the whole thing was arranged via email and mobile phone.

I guess this was an experiment in social mobility. I can tell you where all the ‘gates‘ are that will prevent the ‘wrong sort‘ of people from getting ahead. I did nothing illegal or fraudulent. I was just trying to get myself off the streets. I was just trying to move from surviving to thriving. I was barely surviving. I had countless hospital admissions in 2014 and 2015. Living on the streets and in hostels is hard.

Imagine being in a 14-bed dormitory with your one suit. Imagine how many people there are snoring in that room. Imagine how many people want to use the one bathroom in the morning. Imagine people knocking your ironed shirt off the bunk bed where it was hanging up, onto the dirty floor. Just put it in the washing machine, right? Oh… you share that washing machine with 120 people? Oh dear.

I used to go and sleep in Royal Kensington Park Gardens or on Hampstead Heath just to get some damn peaceful sleep. The sound of snoring and smell of sweaty bodies just gets too much to bear at times. Yes, sleeping under the stars and waking up to beautiful views like the one above is kinda sh1ts and giggles… when the weather permits.

Yes, you have to be very in tune with nature, with the weather and the seasons, if you want to survive. You also need some really high quality gear. The only reason why I was able to cope through a pretty rough patch is that I’m well trained and disciplined. I have the Dorset Expeditionary Society to thank for that.

I can live small and neat. Take only photographs, leave only footprints. Park rangers used to leave me alone because I would be camping out with nothing but respect for my environment and mindful of the fact that I’m just one of millions of Londoners using the incredible green spaces.

Fundamentally, we are animals. We are animals that need to sleep and eat. We need to be warm and feel comforted by the presence of each other… we are social animals after all. We were not supposed to be isolated in a concrete jungle, surrounded by glass and steel and right-angles that would never appear in a natural setting.

I am also seasonally affected. I think it’s bad enough to say that it qualifies as Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD). When the clocks go back and the days get shorter, I feel the need to hibernate. I get tired & depressed. Especially if my employer is not particularly supportive about me taking time out to top up the sunshine that I need to live. I’m literally solar powered… we all are.

Frankie the cat in his natural habitat. He loved his garden. So did I (June 2007)

Tags: #homeless #frankie #banking #career #london #computing #mentalhealth #hsbc

3 November 2015
Stress Test

This is a story about reaching the limits…

We are about to enter a consumer debt crisis. Credit Crunch 2.0. How do I know this? Well, I don’t see any joined-up-thinking in retail banking, but I do see all the signs of a bubble about to burst.

In Germany, there is a central system that tracks what money is owed between every company. When you raise an invoice, you enter it in the system, and that way, you can see who owes who, and how much. You can do something called netting where all the balances are totalled up and you can then see exactly who’s in debt and who’s in credit.

The Germans have got that spot on. We need to know where the bad debt is, so we can contain toxic companies that are trading recklessly.

We don’t have anything similar for consumer debt.

The credit-scoring system is only useful when people are applying for more debt. When they get into a debt crisis, they only show up when they start defaulting on their loan repayments, get to the limit of their overdraft, can’t make their credit card minimum payments, default on their mortgage etc. etc.

I worked in Debt Management in 2012 and I listened to many phonecalls with ordinary individuals who didn’t do anything reckless, but got caught in a debt trap. They were encouraged by consumer lenders to take out more loans to cover the last loans, and then payday loans to cover the interest, and before you knew it BOOM they were as good as bankrupt.

Personally, I hadn’t been in debt since the age of 19 or so. This is unusual. I paid the deposit on my house. I paid for my wedding. I paid for my cars. I paid for our holidays… all with cash I had personally saved. The only way that was possible for me to do this was with way above-average earnings. This would have been impossible for anybody who was earning average wages.

I didn’t really know what it was like for an ordinary person, living on an ordinary wage, in an ordinary way.

There was a huge amount of interest in my Debt Management startup, when I tried to found it in 2013. People still email me about it today. People still remember. I only worked on it for a short amount of time before I was consumed by my own ordinary life event – a divorce – which tore my stable world apart.

I wanted to let out our house, so that we had steady rental income, and I was able to defer the stress of financially settling the divorce until I had re-established myself back in London. I begged my wife to allow me to secure my life before she rained fire and brimstone on my head. She undermined everything I tried to do to protect myself.

By the time 2014 started, I had managed to keep my finances ticking over with Bitcoin trading, but she had wrecked me. When the house sale money eventually came in, I was in no fit state to work. She had destroyed me. I could have sold the house in 6 weeks. She managed to drag it out to 6 months. It was fine for her, she was staying in Bournemouth and she had a job. I had to rebuild my entire life.

I had a huge cash pile, but I had been stress tested to the limit and beyond. I couldn’t work. I had to go to hospital. I was a wreck.

So, I ended up spiralling downwards. I didn’t borrow money, but you sure rip through it if you’re unwell, living in London and trying to support yourself getting better. Especially if you can’t afford to sit and wait for state support. It was a Catch 22. London is where friends and my work network are, but it’s certainly not easy to get any help from over-stretched boroughs. I had to turn to the private sector. That cost me a lot of cash.

So, I don’t really qualify for state support… that’s right. Why should I take something which I could afford to pay for privately? Only I couldn’t really afford it… I got well, but then I had no personal safety net any more.

I spent all my money keeping myself alive. I had yet to thrive.

Other people are very good at spending my money. My ex totally forgot that I paid for everything. She felt entitled. My ex flatmate, John, went overbudget on a flat that he didn’t pay a penny towards, and even took some of my furniture with him when he left. He felt entitled.

Why do people feel entitled to come and pick my pocket? I’ve got nothing left.

The banks have done very well out of me and I’ve defended them. I’ve not claimed my PPI that I’m entitled to. I’ve not frozen the interest on my loans and had unfair credit charges refunded to me. I could – in fact – just throw down my tools, and say sod this for a game of soldiers. I’m trying to prevent a domino-effect of systemic failure in the banking system, which would see bank runs and total carnage as the whole system deleverages in an extremely inelegant way.

I’m trying to help my masters avoid such a crisis, but I feel like ground zero at the moment.

I need to go to work tomorrow, but I can’t. I’m not well. I have been stress tested to the limit, and it’s broken me.

Poor Frankie lost his home, which was his castle. Look how relaxed and happy he was there in his lovely big bed (June 2008)

Tags: #divorce #mentalhealth #frankie #banking #career

1 November 2015
Anatomy of an Epidemic

This is a story about the rise and rise of mental illness…

I used to be a Sea Scout. The motto of the Scouts is “Be Prepared“.

When I suspected that I was becoming mentally unwell, I read every book, website, academic paper and journal that I could find that I felt related to my mental health and its potential treatment. I educated myself.

I’m an educated patient. Because I’m an educated patient, I avoided being medicated with a Selective Serotonin Re-uptake Inhibitor (SSRI) which would have caused greater mood instability than I was already suffering with.

SSRIs are also linked to emotional blunting and the destruction of the sex lives and relationships of many couples. My relationship was already on the rocks, hence going to the doctor to see if there were some magic beans or a silver bullet, that could cure my ills.

Fundamentally, I believe that some mental health issues are risk not destiny. There don’t seem to be any genes that are clearly faulty in individuals who suffer from Unipolar Depression and Bipolar Disorder. They are complex spectrum disorders. Some people are really dysfunctional when they are unwell, and others find ways of coping, sometimes to the point that people around them don’t even know they are suffering.

However, out of desperation, I have tried the following medications, prescribed to me:

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Mirtazepine

This was well tolerated (no nasty side effects that made me want to stop taking it). It certainly seemed to reduce my stress levels and get some sleep. I think I might have rebounded though and started to go hypomanic fairly quickly.

Quetiapine

Unless you like weight gain, constipation, dry mouth and feeling like a drugged zombie for the few hours that you are awake, before your next dose knocks you out and you start the whole miserable 24 hour cycle all over again… I can’t say this medication gives much quality of life beyond dribbling at daytime TV.

Aripiprazole

This is useful to see if your head is held straight. If your head is leaning to the left, then you will dribble out of the left side of your mouth. If your head is leaning to the right, then you will dribble out of the right side of your mouth. If you are holding your head perfectly straight, then you will dribble out of both sides of your mouth.

Lithium

This is hardcore. You need to have regular blood tests. It will shorten your life. Avoid if you can tolerate other meds or manage without.

Sodium Valproate & Depakote

Do you plan on working again? In an office? 9 to 5? Not really compatible with going back to work full time. If you’re not completely manic (psychotic) then best avoided.

Lamotrogine

Just takes so damn long to get up to a therapeutic dose, you go through another hypomanic episode, decide that you’re fine, and then stop taking your medication anyway. It’s pretty subtle. Apparently it improves REM sleep. I dream a lot anyway. My sleep quality is more a function of good sleep hygiene.

Olanzapine

Fast acting. Good to calm you down if you’re having an unmanageable moment. Makes you sleepy though… couldn’t really work 9 to 5 on it.

Bupropion

Fast acting. Incredible antidepressant. It did give me a panic attack once though. Also stokes my hypomania pretty bad. Although it’s a nicotinergic agonist, it actually shares many characteristics of stimulants like caffeine and amphetamine. Makes you pretty horny. Helps you quit smoking too (I don’t smoke though).

Diazepam

Mother’s little helpers (Valium). This powerful long-acting GABA agonist is an amazing anxiolytic. You could literally stand in the middle of a highway and not give a sh1t about the cars whizzing past you at 70mph. Super addictive. Horrible to taper off.

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Fundamentally, do any of these medications work? Well, I can vouch for Bupropion, Olanzapine, Mirtazepine and Diazepam for their short term efficacy. However, the body soon gets used to the effects and builds tolerance, which means you forever need to increase the dose to get the same therapeutic effect… welcome to homestasis, b1tches!

In my anecdotal experience, it’s better to tough out the storm and not mess with the ridiculously complex organ that is a brain. When the psychopharmacologists imagined how Prozac (Fluoxetine) was having its antidepressant effect they expected to see higher serotonin levels in spinal fluids. They told the world that depressed people had “low serotonin“. They just guessed and they guessed wrong.

Type I Bi-Polar Disorder was also known as Manic Depression. This is a serious illness that requires serious treatment. It’s not my place to comment on whether medication plays a part in that. I’m no expert on Type I BPD.

Type II Bipolar means that you have hypomanic episodes, not fully blown mania. That means risk taking, spending money, hypersexuality, racing thoughts and pressured speech… amongst other symptoms, such as reduced need for sleep & food, and intolerance of slow-witted fools.

I’m Type II. I think it’s a very important distinction. If I can control my mood disorder with good diet, good routine, good sleep and abstinence from alcohol & drugs (including prescribed drugs) then my brain has the best possible chance of finding homeostasis.

If I can remove unnecessary stress in my life, caused by complete ass-hats, and I’m empowered to just get the f**k on with my life, then my symptoms will abate. It’s as simple as that.

This was the first time that Frankie had ever seen snow. His brain adapted to the change in environment (December 2010)

Tags: #bipolar #mentalhealth #depression #suicide #sex #drugs #frankie

30 October 2015
Recovery: Hospital vs. Nature

This is a story about observation…

Frankie is a people cat. He needs company. When we went away to France for a couple of days, he was lonely and wouldn’t leave our neighbour alone. He invited himself into her lounge and wouldn’t leave. When we got home, he yawned, stretched and padded over to greet us. He let us all know how much he missed his humans.

It would be rather sinister to say that I had been observing my fellow patients in hospital, but it was kind unavoidable. I don’t really watch TV and I find humans much more interesting than most other things. I also bonded with my companions, and the staff.

It was a locked ward, but I was there voluntairily so I guess I could have asked to be discharged whenever I wanted. But I went there to be safe, so it seemed crazy to ask to leave when it took me 13 hours to be admitted, and I was in a place of safety.

It’s a bit of a strange compromise though: safety under lock & key. I wasn’t sectioned but, scarily, the consultant did consider it, which was a little ridiculous considering I had been safe for 6 days by that point. A section can be 72 hours, 28 days or even 6 months… terrifying, considering all I did was go to my GP one afternoon.

Anyway, hospital was brilliantly therepeutic. I managed to tackle a bunch of stressors in my life, with the help & support of the NHS team. My treatment was very holistic: drawing, sculpture, drama, cooking, socialising, plus non-judgemental chatting to mental health professionals, of course.

Medication plays a role too, but it’s very unclear whether it helps or it hinders, in the long term. Sure, if I was having a psychotic episode – seeing and hearing things – and was a real danger to myself or others, pharmacological intervention might be unavoidable, but is it really necessary to medicate a functional, articulate, self-aware and coping individual?

When I presented to my GP, we had the briefest of chats imagineable. My GP only really needed to know one thing: I couldn’t guarantee my own safety. I had tried to keep myself safe, but plans to kill myself had formed in my head. It was only a matter of time before I acted on them. Free will is an illusion. We are controlled by circumstances. Try choosing not to be in pain next time you stub your toe.

Wanting to be in hospital is a big deal. Psychiatric wards are not for the faint hearted. You will have somebody checking on you a couple of times an hour – especially at night – and people yell out randomly all night. People sing to themselves. People wash obsessively (or is it compulsively?). People shuffle. People mutter incomprehensibly. People steal your stuff. People ask you strange questions. People are aggressive. People are inappropriate. There is a lot of anger, crying, frustration, fear, boredom, confusion, despair… but there is also hope and optimism. Strangely, I find the environment to be calming. It’s supposed to be. It worked for me.

Obviously, you can’t have shoelaces, belts, razors, scissors, cables (e.g. for charging a mobile phone), curtains (including shower curtains), locks on doors, furniture that’s too tall, windows that open more than the smallest possible crack, windows or mirrors that could be shattered… there’s a fairly comprehensive list of safety considerations.

Here’s a little picture of the space where you can get some fresh air:

Nice, isn’t it?

Well, yes it kinda is. The fact that the NHS has gone to all the expense of designing something that is – presumably – to discourage people from climbing the walls and jumping off. I guess that most people aren’t such a good climber as me though, so it works for the majority of suicidal patients.

People also have unmet needs that are fairly obvious when you observe them for a little while. As a lifelong non-smoker, it was obvious to me just how important nicotine was in the lives of almost all the patients. The hospital has been smoke free for nearly 3 weeks, which is a huge burden on staff, who must accompany patients off the hospital premises every time they need a cigarette. Yes, that’s right, need… these people are psychologically drug dependent. Nicotine is an extremely addictive drug.

Luckily I had already eliminated alcohol from my life too, 3 weeks prior to hospital admission. I actually have a working theory that that it’s the reason why I became so deeply depressed. It happened to me in 2008 as well, when I quit drinking. It’s so hard to avoid alcohol though – it’s so socially engrained – that conducting an in-vivo study has been very hard, but I’ve gathered quite a bit of excellent quality data now (I’ve agressively managed to control other variables).

Frankly, I’m a bit of an oddity. I’m completely unmedicated, abstinent from caffeine and all drugs and alcohol. I have been for a long time. I’m about as clean living as they come. A perfect test subject for an unethical experiement into whether mental health issues come about due to environment, genetics, diet, social factors, stressors etc. etc.

Why unethical? Well… quite simply, if my mood sinks too low, I will take my own life. It’s really not a choice. I don’t want to die – at the moment – but when those dark times come, I feel quite differently. You feel differently too, and that’s why you’re thinking “why?” or some version of incomprehesion. You don’t know how it feels until you’ve been there, and I really do discourage a trip to the edge of the abyss.

It’s ironic. I have no fear of death, but yet I am able to rationalise that it would be foolish to make an irreversible decision. I ride my bike through handlebar-width gaps between double-decker busses, I climb the tallest trees, jump out of aeroplanes, have my photo taken on perilous ledges with no ropes attached to me, and drive at the limit of control.

One of the staff in hospital suggested to me the other day that I could keep 1% in reserve, just in case of emergency. It actually didn’t sound too crazy.

Please support the Junior Doctors if they strike, and any other NHS workers. They deserve better pay & conditions (October 2015)

Tags: #suicide #depression #bipolar #NHS #mentalhealth #drugs #alcohol #caffeine #nicotine #frankie

25 October 2015
The Passive-Aggressive Pedantic Pacifist

This is a story about being patronised…

This is my cat, Frankie. He was the kitten that nobody else picked. He’s the most loving cat you could ever hope to meet. He loves humans. He thinks he’s a little doggy, and follows you around and licks your face and stuff.

I think that I provide a nurturing and loving home for people and animals. I don’t have a lot of evidence for this, but my friends used to love coming to my house, before it was sold, and Frankie used to call it home, and be a happy well-adjusted kitty there.

I’m going to switch this blog from telling you about me, and tell you the story of two Franks. First, there is Frankie my cat. Second, there is Frank: my homeless friend from Primrose Hill. I promised Frank that I would tell his story, and in telling Frank’s story, I inadvertantly became entwined in it.

This is me climbing the hill, where I met Frank. I had no idea I was going to meet him. I was just taking photographs of London’s skyline at daybreak. I sat down to rest on a park bench, struck up a conversation with a stranger, and our story began.

Frank’s needs were not hard to understand, and seemingly not hard to address. As a firm believer in direct action, I was galvanized into a blur of activity. Who was I trying to save, him or me? Who cares… nobody else was there for Frank. Were you there for Frank? No. A lot of people had let him down. I had the time and the means to be able to try and help him.

Try is the operative word here. I’m going to try and not spoil the ending – which is going to be easy because we are writing the future as we live it – but I should let you know that this is no fairytale. I’m certainly not the knight in shining armour here. Despite my initial patriarchal attitude, it was me who learned from Frank, not vice-versa. He ended up helping me more than anybody could surely have predicted. I will leave it up to you, dear reader, to judge (with your super judgey-judgey face you reserve especially for people like me… whatever box that is you’ve tried to put me in).

So, what did I do? Well, we had a normal human conversation. Who knew that this is how human relationships are formed, and bonding and empathy can occur when we do such a thing. This so-called ‘human connection‘ seemed to somehow transfer some understanding of Frank’s fears and needs, into my brainbox, whereupon I somehow naïvely imagined that with whatever surplus I had, I might be able to help with some of his basic needs.

I defend thinking that I could help. You can’t just throw money at the problem, but what have YOU tried yourself? Sure you read in a newspaper that we spend X on dealing with problem Y, and you think “that sounds like a lot of money” but really is it? How much direct support actually reaches people on the streets?

We absolutely can not criticise those who are trying to help, and take it from me, there really are not enough resources (shelter, food, volunteers, money for full-time workers and the real estate that is needed) to go around. This might sound anecdotal, but just use your eyes. Do you think people choose to sleep rough on the street? Are you stupid?

While you’re digesting the fact that I just insulted your intelligence for being so prejudiced about the homeless, here’s a photo of the view that Frank and I were enjoying on our park bench. Seems like a pretty sweet life, huh? Imagine waking up to this view every morning.

Have you noticed that it’s not sunny every day? Have you considered that it rains a lot in the UK? Are you aware that it’s pretty cold for most of the year, especially at night? Have you thought how you would stay warm & dry, if you had to sleep on the street year-round? How would you keep your clothes and sleeping gear from getting sodden with rain and dew? How would you stop your stuff from being stolen? Have you thought how much of your life you take for granted?

Is this too challenging? I know that it is, but I don’t really care if you want to bury your head in the sand. I don’t actually care if you switch off, disengage. I’m not writing this for you. I’m writing this for me & Frank. Maybe I’m just writing it for me, but it’s still about Frank and it’s still true. Try and dismiss me, try and dismiss this… go on!

JPMorgan Chase & Co investment bank employee and home owner tries to help homeless guy… coincidentally becomes homeless himself and follows in the footsteps of Frank. This is the true story I’m going to tell you.

I asked a member of Her Majesty‘s Constabulary (a Metropolitan Police Officer) to be a witness to me fulfilling the first of Frank’s needs, right there and then, on the spot. Frank did not have a mobile phone, as he had been mugged. Without a means of contact, the Safer Streets team have very little way of finding people, except if they are sleeping somewhere obvious where they are preyed upon by muggers… Catch 22. I gave Frank my iPhone, and had a passing Policewoman witness the giving of this gift, in case he was ever accused of theft.

This was just the beginning of a journey that entangled the tale of Frank with mine, as we travelled on a similar voyage, through the same social ecosystem and his story became our story.

I took photos, and made notes throughout, but you have to believe me when I say that nobody would choose to go through what Frank and me went through. Nobody could plan for it. Nobody would want to experience it. Nobody should have to go through it, and I plan to share our journey, in the hope that people can empathise, rather than dismiss.

If you think “I’ve heard it all before” please share any links to those stories in the comments section below. Don’t you think that the people who fall between the cracks should have their stories told? I do.

From high up, we see just how far we can fall (October 2013)

Tags: #homeless #frank #frankie #london #banking #career #police

13 October 2015