* – I appreciate some people have issues with the word ‘cunt’. I don’t like the obvious misogynistic association, but I think it is a perfectly acceptable noun to identify many people, and all cats 😉 The real shame is that some people are more offended by the word ‘cunt’ than they are about racism and other issues that matter a whole lot more than the effect of a word.

** – This is Darren Manuel. Darren lives in Cwmbran (full address and postcode to follow). Darren is a band 6 CPN who had the misfortune of meeting me a couple of months ago. Darren told me that he believes all life is precious (we’ll get back to that). In an attempt to connect with me and show off his recently learned ‘knowledge’ in mental health and psychology, Darren thought it would be a good idea to share some of his life with me. Darren told me he used to be a bodybuilder. Darren also told me that he used to get in a lot of fights in Blaina because ‘there was nothing else to do’. Darren also told me of his struggles on his mental health degree course due to his dyslexia. Darren also told me he got his job through nepotism…or luck as he called it. I had to explain the difference between luck and nepotism to Darren.

First off, bodybuilding is not a sport imho. It’s all about vanity. It is also an activity with a well-documented association with anabolic steroid misuse. Whilst many sports and fitness activities can be associated with vanity to some degree, the ultimate motivation is usually competition, personal achievement or even improving overall fitness, general health and wellbeing. The primary goal for bodybuilders is their appearance, and that includes fake tan, white teeth and a smile. This requires many hours admiring oneself in front of a mirror. Weightlifting and many gym-related activities include a similar dedication to mirrors, but the goal is not the reflection. Darren told me about bodybuilding in an attempt to bond with me when I was talking to him about cycling. I probably would have had more respect for Darren if he told me he used to be into competitive masturbation 😁 My first thought was ‘narcissist’ and this has not changed as Darren likes to talk about himself…a lot! I asked Darren if he took steroids whilst bodybuilding, he said no. His abrupt response and other visual cues suggest he may have been dishonest. I’ve no idea why he boasted about bodybuilding as it’s clear Darren no longer looks after himself. He is at least seven years younger than me and looks like he’d probably get out of breath taking a dump.

Justifying violence against others as a means to pass the time is not something that impressed me about Darren. I have lived in deprived areas affected by socio-economic factors and have never felt the need to physically hurt someone else for entertainment. I suspect there may be a correlation between the violence and the potential for steroid misuse.

Tbh, I was impressed that Darren had completed a degree course with dyslexia. I’ve always set myself high academic targets and generally met them, but words and numbers have never been a problem for me. I’ve known many people who struggle with something that I probably took for granted until my head injury, but I’ve always had empathy for them as the effects of such disabilities can be devastating, as well as lifelong. So, far play Daz. That said Darren’s understanding of conditioning and several other basic psychology techniques is shockingly shit!

Nepotism has been a bit of an issue for me. I grew up in care, had very little support and was born with a visual disability that was not corrected until I was 28. Despite my intelligence, excellent communication skills, high self-esteem, confidence, ambition, drive and ability to make anyone laugh, nepotism didn’t give me a single opportunity. That said, I would do anything I can to give my children an opportunity in life. Darren has not only been given an opportunity that few others get, but that opportunity has prevented someone better qualified and suited from working with vulnerable people in a clinical mental health role.

In another attempt to bond with me, Darren said “So, you’ve had a shit life mate. I get it”. At this point Darren knew I grew up in care, but he equated this to him growing up in a broken home. Being raised by a single parent is not really the same as having a local authority as a legal guardian. Before going into care, I was born premature to decent enough parents. Both of whom smoked and drank regularly. One of whom had a serious mental health disorder that resulted in violence and the other parent left as the result of that violence. We were left with our Dad. Unfortunately for us, he was the parent with paranoid schizophrenia. Whilst Dad was a very caring, nurturing man who genuinely did his best raising 4 children on his own (then 3 when our sister went to live with our maternal nan), his mental health made him far from the great father that he believed he was until he died last year. He may have forgotten his regular violent outbursts that led to him physically abusing all of us. Other disadvantages of our ‘broken home’ included neglect and malnourishment, as well as 2nd degree burns and speech therapy for myself. We had limited contact with our Mum until my brothers and I witnessed Dad stab her and her partner several times (both survived). Then followed several years of various children’s homes and foster care placements with one of my brothers (my eldest brother, Richard went to live with a paternal aunt). This also meant I had to change schools quite a few times where I was physically and verbally bullied until I was around 10 due to my visual disability. Surrey County Council (SCC), my then parents, allowed me my brother and myself to be fostered by a member of staff (a SCC employee) at a children’s home in Horley. I was around 11 at the time and was unaware that the member of staff (Stephen Frederick Collins) was a predatory paedophile who had been abusing young boys in his care for a long time. He befriended groomed myself and my brother whilst in the children’s home by allowing us to smoke and drink alcohol (what a guy), as well as inviting us to his home where we met his French wife, Florence. He fostered us with the sole intention of abusing us, while Florence wanted to nurture us. Florence became the closest thing I had to a mum and she was an amazing woman. Extremely intelligent, fluent in several languages, strong and very caring, but she had no idea that her husband is such a cunt. The grooming continued after we were fostered and both my brother and myself were abused by Steve separately. Despite being younger than my brother, I was able to stop it before it probably would have had a long-term effect on me. Had I suffered the same abuse that Steve’s many other victims endured, I would not be here today. I was then ‘lucky’ enough to live the next few years there with relative normality. I also stayed at the same secondary school where I had a good network of friends, played football to a high level, as well as Taekwondo and athletics. As an added bonus, I even had the privilege of foreign holidays thanks to Florence’s British Airways concessions. Many other boys were not as ‘lucky’ as me and Stephen Frederick Collins escaped justice after being found not guilty at the Old Bailey. Whilst I’ve had a massively disadvantaged life with little opportunity to thrive, I never implied I’ve had a shit life and I’ve never used my childhood to justify being a cunt to others. I’ve done things few other people get to experience such as meet an orphaned elephant calf and her adoptive mum in the Kenyan bush. I can even do things few others can do and I have played several sports to high standards, all with a disability which has not only been visual, but also affected the vision in one eye. I have improved myself all through my life, smashed the fuck out of so many personal achievements, kept myself fit and done most of it with little support. I’ve dealt with every single trauma without a single session of therapy, and despite little contact with my Mum for 30 years, I never felt abandoned by her. She escaped a violent man who probably would have killed her had she taken us with her. I reconciled with my Mum before she died and told her she had nothing to apologise or make up for. After she died, I discovered that my brother Richard had taken advantage of Mum whilst she was terminally ill with lung cancer. I obtained a year of Mum’s bank statements (I still have them), which revealed that Mum transferred over £3,300 to Richard in that time. She also got two personal loans totalling £10,500 in the months leading up to her death and her modest apartment in sheltered accommodation showed little sign of that money being spent on her comfort in her final days. Mum was a generous person and she was desperate to make up for all the lost years, and Richard was happy to manipulate the situation for his own gain. He then followed this by leaving Dad in over £10,000 debt for non-payment of rent. This is after years of maxing out credit cards, personal loans and forging signatures to obtain money and credit fraudulently. I’m confident in saying that Richard has amassed well over £100,000 of debt…and, as far as I know, he has got away without paying much of it back. Like Mum, Richard was generous on many occasions, but the problem was, the money was never really his to start with. I can still remember him buying me a record box for a birthday in my early 20s. But, there was a really thoughtful twist attached. I had to find the record box following extremely clever clues that took a lot of logic to work out (Richard is somewhat of a mathematical genius with an ability to process calculations extremely quickly and with high accuracy). I eventually found an amazing record box, which when opened revealed an original pressing of Pink Floyd’s The Wall (1979, double gatefold vinyl). It was an amazing present and one that I will never forget. I even played ‘Comfortably Numb’ from side 3 in a nightclub set once! That said, because of what Richard did to quite a few people, I am ashamed to be related to him. We have not spoken since I challenged him over Mum’s finances and we used to get on really well. I still admire his maths skills and always thought my maths was average, but it was only average in comparison, as Richard has a gift less than 1% of the entire population of the world has! Plus, despite his dubious moral compass when it comes to finances, Richard is a great father himself. I have always been proud to be the ‘baby’ brother to my brothers and sister, even if one of them self-identifies as Amy Winehouse 😁 However, since 2012 I was no longer the youngest child of my parents. I found my younger brother by one year who was adopted at birth on Ancestry.com and I couldn’t be more prouder to be his ‘bigger’ brother too 😊 I’m hugely proud of what I’ve done with my life, especially since leaving care and living independently in my teens. I know that I have made a positive difference to a lot of people’s lives and I have genuinely gone out of my way countless times to help others. I’m also extremely proud of my children (20 and 16 now) and they will continue to be amazing people for the rest of their lives. Darren’s ‘broken home’ analogy is meaningless in this situation. A single parent, whether they are a dad or a mum is more than capable of giving their child the best possible start in life, and many do exactly that. I suspect Darren may have been over-nurtured by his single parent.

Darren was also visibly ill on our second (and final) 1-2-1 appointment. He made a point of telling me that he stayed off work in the morning as he felt so rough, but came in for his afternoon appointments. He also did not wear a facemask, or use sanitiser at any time (I did, as I always carry one with me). At some point during the appointment, Darren infected me with a cold. Had Darren been paying attention during our conversations, he would have been aware that I have studied infectious diseases (as well as genetics, cell biology, neurobiology, psychology, chemistry…) as part of my degree course. Darren may not have been aware, not that he would’ve given a shit, that I have a particular susceptibility to rhinovirus, the pathogen responsible for the common cold. It’s the very reason I avoid contact with people who are ill because when I get a cold, I generally get a chest infection for 2-4 weeks. Today (17/05/2022) is 7 weeks to the day since Darren infected me whilst not wearing a mask and I still have a chest infection. My blood oxygen saturation levels were recorded as 88 at the doctors last week. The results of a sputum sample will hopefully reveal the pathogen responsible for the opportunistic infection that followed the initial infections.

On that same day 7 weeks ago, Darren also used his mobile phone driving his car with me as a passenger. First he used the phone in its mount whilst the car was moving which is bad enough and illegal, but then he took the phone off the mount and placed it to his ear to continue his conversation. I got my phone out and I recorded him discreetly. I pulled him up on it during our conversation and he says he doesn’t usually do it. I think that is likely to be bollocks. At the time, he knew I used to cycle on the roads, and he knew I have a low tolerance of arseholes in vehicles. Darren also knew that I reserve the same kind of respect for idiots, and I’m not referring to any measure of a person’s intelligence. Racists, climate change deniers, anti-vaxxers, people who don’t wear facemasks in public during pandemics, conspiracy theorists as well as members of the Conservative Party and their supporters are all idiots imo. Believe it or not, some racists are considered to be intelligent ‘people’, and I’m sure some of them could prove their intelligence using I.Q. testing…they’re still fucking idiots imo though 👍

At the time Darren infected me, he was convinced I had major depression. I didn’t, which has since been confirmed by a competent mental health professional. He was also aware that I was weeks away from being homeless. Not only was Darren wrong with his ‘diagnosis’ (something a CPN is not qualified to give and should not be looking for with leading questions), he knowingly went to his 1-2-1 sessions that afternoon with an infectious disease and the assumption he would be interacting with at least one person suffering from a mental health condition who was particularly vulnerable. Darren is supposed to be a healthcare professional with a duty of care to his patients.

Darren also claimed to have impressive memory skills. He did not take any notes during our two 1-2-1 meetings. Not that he had a pen or paper with him as he told me that he ‘logs everything up here’, whilst pointing towards where he thinks his brain is. I took my notes to ensure I covered everything I wanted to discuss. I have made a subject access request (SAR) to see his assessment and within a week****, I will be able to give my unprofessional opinion on his ability to remember information 😂 Darren may soon regret meeting someone with a memory capable of recalling amino acid sequencing chains for several proteins. That is something I can still do post-tbi, but since my head injury where I sustained 6 skull fractures, I have had serious problems remembering where the car is parked after just a few minutes in a supermarket, and unless I create reminders for events and lists on my phone, chances are I will forget to do things. More recently I have been unable to remember a name that I have heard at least a dozen times. I have to spell it visually in my mind before I can say it. Darren may also soon regret meeting someone who ‘logs nearly everything up here’, I’m currently pointing towards where the memory centres are located in the limbic system of my brain 😁

Darren suggested writing my ‘thoughts and all my life on paper…everything that has happened and then burn it’ as a way to get over any unresolved trauma. Darren should’ve realised that I do not need to process any life events. I also told him that. Darren should now realise that I already enjoy writing (with both hands) and have done since I was very young 😉

Darren may feel intellectually inferior to his 21 year old stepson whom he described as a “21 year old know it all”. Note that he isn’t describing a young child or a teen, both of whom can be precocious. He is describing an adult man. The child of his partner.

Darren believes all life is precious. Darren clearly does not think my life is precious enough for him to isolate when he was ill, or wear a mask or not use his phone when he was driving.

Darren has had a life full of opportunity, ‘luck’, privilege, poor life choices and still gets rewarded with a career. A career where he could genuinely make a difference to those less ‘lucky’ than he is.

Darren is a cunt.

Over the next few months, I will be doing everything I can to ensure Darren loses his job and faces criminal charges. I don’t give a fuck if anyone considers this as being vindictive. Not only do I feel justified in my actions, I’ll be doing his past, present and future patients a favour and hopefully making the roads a bit safer in the process. The irony is that I submitted dozens of videos with clear evidence of reckless driving and no action was taken. This time I’ll be bypassing 3325 Pearce and Operation Snap with the complaint, recorded phone conversations and video evidence. If Darren is lucky enough to avoid prison, he will have the opportunity to spend more time with his young son who was recently expelled from school for a day for ‘lashing out’. Darren should also be able to appreciate that gene-environmental factors are very important in a child’s development.

My interactions with Darren have helped motivate me to work on an epic bucket list that also includes sowing 1 million poppy seeds for Poppy 😊

*** – Rs finally nailed! Partly thanks to a complete mong of a dog called Rocky 😉 Although I’m a ‘dog person’, there are several breeds I dislike. This intolerance, or dog racism is extended to Shih Tzus and Dachshunds, amongst others. It’s not Rocky’s fault he was born a Shih Tzu, so I want to be clear that I have nothing against Rocky personally, unlike the discord between Marmite and myself. If anything, I feel sorry for Rocky as he has problems. For a start, he has the misfortune of living with a Dachshund! Also, like many Shih Tzus, and even myself, Rocky was born with a divergent strabismus…unlike me, both of Rocky’s eyes are affected. I think Shih Tzus are odd looking dogs as it is, but poor Rocky really is one ugly son of a bitch 😁 In an attempt to discourage Rocky from getting too close to me, I discovered that he might be a bit of an idiot (purely in the retarded sense…I don’t think Rocky is a racist) with an unhealthy obsession with fire. Considering how flammable Rocky is, I strongly advise his owner to keep his coat clipped as short as possible and make sure she doesn’t lend him any matches 😬 You might be wondering how Rocky helped me roll my Rs? Well, it turned out that repeating his name was the final step for me connecting the alveolar trill and the R sound 👍 It may not sound much and I’m not able to roll all Rs, particularly in words which don’t start with an R, but as far as I’m concerned this is another personal achievement smashed. I was hoping to be fluent in Welsh by now, but a shitty 2021 limited study time. I maintained my Duolingo streak for 400 days all through last year until I finished the course and spent up to 30 hours a week learning Welsh when recovering from a broken ankle, so motivation has not been an issue. Beth bynnag, pob lwc Rrrrrrocky! Croesi’r bysedd 🤞🔥🧯😉

**** – The amazing Aneurin Bevan University Health Board SAR compliance team have excelled themselves. I truly love the NHS ❤ Today is the 23/05/2022 and I have Darren’s complete assessment. First off, a quick message to Darren for when he next checks this page (and thanks to a near-professional knowledge of SEO, website analytics and network data, I will know when that happens 🤣):

Take some fucking notes because you’re clearly incapable of logging even the smallest amount of information. I’m amazed you got my name correct…seriously though, N₂O? I think you mean N2.

That’s just the start ‘mate’. You used quotation marks several times to attribute direct quotes to me for things I never said, or even alluded to. This is also known as lying, as well as falsifying information on a medical record, which is a criminal offence (like when you used your phone when you were driving). My SAR also included several assessments on me which were recorded by dedicated mental health professionals…guess which ones will be considered more credible and consistent in a court of law? 🤔 As it quickly became obvious that you’re a bit crap at your job, almost every single detail of my interactions with you has also been recorded by the lovely and very helpful people at the Jobcentre over the last few months too 👌 These people have shown me nothing but empathy and support in recent months, which is what you should be doing with your patients. That said, having an intimate relationship with my work coach for several of those months wasn’t my intention when I reached out for support in March🤔 She has also left a lasting impression, in more ways than one, but at least she isn’t a cunt like you Darren.

You also stated that ‘Nick feels disconnected from his children’. I have an amazing relationship with both of my children and I have demonstrated an understanding of their personalities that would satisfy psychological profiling, and your comment was not only another lie, I found it massively offensive. How fucking dare you?!?

Another example of you falsifying a medical record was stating ‘Nick report[sic] possible PTSD from his childhood’. We did talk about PTSD during our first 1-2-1 as I remember telling you that I was sure I had it briefly after injuring my ankles in December 2021. I explained how I had trouble sleeping for about a week as the incident kept relaying in my mind. At the time, you replied, “That’s PTSD mate”. Thank you for the diagnosis (it’s still not something someone in your position is able to give). Why the fuck you then chose to report otherwise in your ‘assessment’ remains to be seen. There are errors and falsehoods on every single page. The only few sentences that were anything close to consistent with reality and any other assessment were copied and pasted from elsewhere (potentially another patient’s assessment 😬). I know these sentences didn’t originate anywhere close to where you claimed to ‘log everything’, as it is the only part of your assessment which is grammatically correct! If you do have dyslexia, what the fuck stopped you from using a spelling/grammar check on your ‘professional’ ‘assessment’? That was a rhetorical question, btw. During my 6 years studying a SCIENCE degree, not a teaching degree (for fuck’s sake Darren, pay attention), I helped several other students, well friends (many of whom still check this site) with my proof-reading abilities, amongst other skills that require an appreciation of the attention to detail 🤭 Some of those friends struggled with aspects of literacy, and their essay notes alone absolutely piss on your attempt at producing a professional medical document. That document has been dated and only your digital signature has been electronically checked…it is 100% your ‘work’ and I bet you were proud of it when you finished. It was fucking shocking for the spelling and grammatical errors alone, this is before any consideration is given the the actual content, of which a good 80% was complete bollocks. Whilst I’m on the subject of language and it’s correct application, in the ‘History of Presenting Problem / Complaint’ section, you stated that I ‘informed’ you my visual disorder left me feeling a word that I did not say to you, or anyone else from the CMHT. It’s a word that does not appear in any other assessment. The word I did say appears on the other assessments. In order to help you understand the importance of words and their meanings, especially in a clinical setting, I will guarantee that you will be experiencing the effects of both of those words in the coming months. You’re welcome ‘mate’, but a thesaurus (no, not a dinosaur) would have been easier 👍

Considering your position and responsibilities of working with vulnerable people, your assessment and comments you have made yourself reveal you to be a complete chancer in life. Your duties involve reporting on patients signs and symptoms, as well as dispensing prescribed medications, many of which can be fatal with just a slight error in dosage, advice or in the hands of vulnerable patients. TCAs are particularly lethal due to the toxic effects they have on heart conduction, blood pressure and the CNS in overdoses. ADMs such as amitriptyline require little in the way of potentiation, besides an anti-emetic in order to guarantee a slow, but heavily sedated and painless death. I wouldn’t trust Darren with getting the time correct (he was late for both 1-2-1 appointments), let alone being responsible for any aspect of my health.

You did not deserve the opportunity you were given and I’m also going to make sure that the person who gave you your privileged position is investigated. It wasn’t luck at all, it’s negligence considering how shit you are at your job. Infecting a vulnerable patient whilst not wearing a mask, using your phone whilst driving with a vulnerable patient in your care and falsifying medical records, whether through incompetence or malice (it’s important to note that Darren made his assessment after I spoke to him about using his phone) is grounds for dismissal with at least two criminal offences added to the mix. Besides failing me, and potentially every other patient he has come in contact with, Darren has also failed his colleagues at the CMHT he works at. Every single one of those colleagues that I have met have been nothing but 100% professional to me and I’m sure that goes for everyone they work with. That said, any frustrations I had when talking to the real professionals were directly related to you infecting me, using your phone whilst driving and your general performance during our 1-2-1s. I also realise in hindsight, that some of the bewildering questions I was asked by competent mental health professionals were based on your ‘assessment’. I will be personally apologising to the dedicated and very empathetic psychiatrist who I told was professionally incompetent. She isn’t, and I hope she is able to see the dangers of an idiot like you having so much responsibility. So well done on the ‘luck’ getting your job Darren, and also genuine congratulations for taking ‘being a useless cunt’ to unprecedented levels. That is without a doubt your finest achievement 👏🥳🎂 (go easy on the cake).

I will be adding to to your ‘assessment’ over the next few weeks. If you don’t like the bits you’re capable of understanding, feel free to seek legal advice (you may find it helpful to take some notes). Looking slightly further ahead, seeking legal advice would be a good opportunity for you to demonstrate your understanding of the word ‘insight’ as in awareness of the problem 😉 I will also be extending my website hosting for a few years as this information will stay in the public domain.

Bet you regret thinking you could connect with me now, eh Sigmund? 😁

Also, just to be clear, there is zero financial motivation behind this. I would refuse to accept any money from the NHS, particularly the Welsh NHS, as they are also the victims here. The NHS has been a better parent to me than SCC. They fixed my eye ❤ Plus, I have had several operations, and nothing but the best support from them whenever I’ve needed it. Besides, they have wasted far too much money and time on your training and wages as it is. This is before considering my genuine, and near-lifelong love for the best universal healthcare system in the world. The NHS has some of the best surgeons and specialists in their fields. Plus, the NHS helps to pioneer medical research around the world…that includes vaccine R&D for new and emerging threats, as well as effective treatments for debilitating conditons. 99.9% of NHS staff from porters, cleaners, admin, therapists, GPs, mental health specialists to anyone with a (genuine) NHS identification badge are all dedicated professionals preserving the integrity of something I love. You are the 0.1% (trust me on the maths) remaining, and you’re in the company of Harold Shipman 😬 The only outcomes I’m interested in are you losing your job and facing criminal charges…and I will be seeing this through. Ensuring you do not work for in healthcare again is an additional contribution to public health, as well as to NHS Wales that I am proud to make ❤

Darren’s own admission to causing violence to others, plus my opinion that he might be a narcissist were also factors in my decision to make this information public. Admittedly, my knowledge on Narcissistic Prick Disorder (NPD) and subtypes is limited, but I do know privilege, being the centre of attention, an inflated ego as well as a lack of empathy towards others are traits. Darren exhibited all these traits and others during our interactions alone. His own admissions could easily be connected to other NPD traits. I’m sure Darren is ‘smart’ enough to ‘know his place’ around colleagues and ‘respects’ the clinical chain of command, although his friends and family may have noticed some traits in isolation, if they are particularly observant. Also, when I was speaking to Darren about using his mobile phone, his face instantly dropped from its ‘usual’ cheery self to that of a young child being told off. My tone of speech was normal, as it was throughout both assessments. I’ve only ever seen one adult do something like that…and that cockwomble managed to convince almost 63 million (mostly racist) Americans that he was responsible and trustworthy enough to run a country. Donald Trump is definitely a narcissist, who is well-known to be motivated by revenge and funnily enough, is a useless cunt too. The immediate concern is that I still ‘reside’ where my children live. On the plus side, that address does not appear on Darren’s assessment. The location for both 1-2-1s was the CMHT building. I stated that was my preference during my first interaction with Darren as being outside can be uncomfortable for me due to light-sensitivity. On both 1-2-1s, I had to travel several kms to then wait for Darren in the reception which is lit using artificial lighting. This would not have been an issue for me prior to my head injury, but since then artificial lighting quickly results in discomfort for me. As soon as I move away, the pain immediately eases but then fatigue starts to hit and progressively gets worse. When Darren finally appeared on both occasions, he said that we were going out of the building for the appointment. Note, he didn’t ask if I was ok with that and he already knew my preference to stay inside and the reasons for it. Not only is this an example of his lack of empathy, it also meant I had to rely on him getting me home. Thankfully, on both occasions Darren wasn’t really listening (no shit?!? 😁) to my directions and he managed to drop me off vaguely close, but not quite close enough to see the house. Also, thanks to Darren’s memory skills, I’m confident any attempt he makes to find me would result in him ending up on a cross-channel ferry 😂 Plus, despite my age, I’m more than capable of taking care of myself. For added protection, I have invested in a cat launcher (a cat-catapult); custom built for a cat the exact same size and mass of Marmite 😁 Joking aside though, a band 6 CPN is likely to have the necessary authentication to find out a patient’s home address. It is a position that usually commands a great deal of responsibility and trust. However, I am moving my modest new home somewhere else in order to have a working holiday until I see this through. Putting my retirement plans on hold for the duration will also give me the opportunity to reconnect with my children 🤣 I’m not interested in the outcome of the trial, as I’m sure a jury of his peers will be able to see him for what he is. Darren resigning will not stop an ABUHB/GMC investigation and the likely disciplinary action that follows. The moment he is charged by the police, is the moment I can tick the useless cunt off my bucket list 👍

SCC are also on the bucket list. Not for any abuse or trauma I suffered as a child. I processed the abuse by the time I was 20. It wasn’t easy as I felt ashamed and didn’t talk about it with friends, but when I accepted I was the victim, I was over it. I didn’t blame my parents for anything either. My Dad was a great father, and my Mum was a great mother. My experiences as a child haven’t held me back or stopped me smashing the fuck out of so many life goals. My visual disability did though. My recently obtained medical files reveal that specialists in the 80s advised that mine should have been fixed before adulthood. They also revealed the probable existence of a congenital defect in my left knee, as well as the need for it to be fixed. My son has the same, and like me, has suffered dislocations to one knee. Unlike me, his will be fixed when he finishes growing. I don’t mind admitting to not being over losing cycling just yet, and the knee issues that took that away from me could have been avoided with corrective surgery. The files also confirm my susceptibility to respiratory infections from infancy…these will be particularly helpful in Darren losing his job. SCC are currently processing my SAR for my social care files. I’m finally going to get the chance to ask them why the fuck they didn’t think to try to improve the life of a seriously disadvantaged child when they had the chance. I wasn’t aware my eye disorder was a disability, let alone fixable by a very simple operation. I was unable to learn to drive until my eye was corrected. This further disadvantaged me and limited job options. An associated visual disorder, amblyopia stopped me from getting into the army at 19. Not that I had a desire to murder people, or show my support for the flag, government or monarchy. I wanted to be a combat medical technician, and if I was ‘lucky’ enough to avoid a bullet, I would have had an opportunity to have a career in trauma healthcare. The motivation behind my SCC SAR is 100% financial. My former parents will have the chance to provide opportunities for my children that I have been unable to provide for them. Kinda like how inheritance works.

I also realise this increases my chances of meeting Steve in a court of law (again). As he was one of my legal guardians at the time I should have had two operations. This means he might be asked some further questions about the ‘care’ he provided to me. I am looking forward to that…I mean, really, really looking forward to that. His own QC commented on my intelligence at the Old Bailey, as she wasn’t able to get me to change my words…even though a good 80% of my concentration was aimed at the stenographer’s legs. In my defence, I was 17 at the time and they were fucking amazing legs! 😁 Despite the fact that Steve groomed me, I’ve never been scared of the cunt. Plus, I can still remember the arsehole slapping me extremely hard on my head when I was suspended from school (for bullying a bully on a bus). It was a cheap shot from an overweight 6′ 2” (I refuse to use metric for cunts) adult ‘man’ against a 15 year old. I was walking slightly in front of him at the time, and the impact nearly knocked me over. This happened on school property too…but the fucking piece of shit waited until we were out of view of the school’s reception. Besides being an epic cunt, Steve is also a coward.

Steve will soon be aware of my memory skills when I contact Surrey Police over his possible involvement in the Shirley Oaks child abuse scandal. I can remember Steve saying that he had worked there to cover shifts, and that knew some members of staff there. I realise this is only circumstantial evidence, but there is a possibility that Steve could also be involved in another police investigation into historical abuse. I base this on observing his reaction to meeting a very famous (at the time) radio presenter/track suit enthusiast/paedophile, for apparently the first time. There was a nod of recognition between the two. That ‘celebrity’ was well-known to frequent hospitals, and other institutions (such as children’s homes in South East England) in order to abuse vulnerable patients and children. I witnessed Steve’s reaction at Broadmoor Hospital when I was about 13 years old. I was there, with my brother to visit Dad. Steve was there as he was our legal guardian. I visited Broadmoor Hospital quite a few times in total, and I saw that ‘celebrity’ on 3 occasions. On 2 of those occasions, I told him to “fuck off” 😁 Steve may also be impressed that I can remember their car registration details. Bear in mind, I lived there for 4 years from the age of 12 and I have never had an interest in cars. I have however, always been very observant.

So, yeah…it will be nice catching up with the folks, oh and Darren in the coming months 😁

It was good to catch up with Darren at #6 Gold Tops CMHT last Wednesday (22/06/22). I say ‘catch up’, but he walked past me as fast as he could after sheepishly saying ‘hiiii’ (then failed to keep eye contact for the rest of our little ‘catch up’).  I didn’t say hello to Darren, but I did ask him if he still had a job and I got a sheepish ‘yeaaah’ as he breezed past. I was at Gold Tops to speak to Darren’s superiors about my complaint. It transpires that Darren has denied using his phone with me as a passenger. This confirms a number of suspicions I had on Darren. Primarily, it confirms that he is indeed an idiot.

Darren should now be aware that I have made official complaints to the ABUHB, as well as to the GMC. Considering the claims made and the evidence I have to back them up, I expect the matter to be referred to the police in due course. I have also contacted the local press as I believe this is in the public interest. There is also, an undisclosed part of my interaction which is paramount to my complaint. Darren was aware of it when I first met him. His colleagues were aware of it. The relevant complaints officers for the ABUHB and GMC are aware of it. Now my children are aware of it, so another little message for Darren:

I still think you’re a cunt, and I don’t think all life is precious. My life is, and it’s worth at least 10 of yours (I’m not referring to your waistline either beefcake)😁 Make the most of any privilege you have, as a homeless person with an excellent memory is going to make sure you lose it. Also, please thank your partner for publishing several Facebook posts taking the piss out of your inability to remember anything. As an added bonus, I saved several posts where she directly implied you drive like a cunt. These are going to be used as evidence against you, so I appreciate the assistance. I will be publishing these myself soon 👍

Darren has probably also been made aware of another factor that gives me the time I need to see this through. He was also advised that I have linked this page to his LinkedIn and Facebook accounts…they were deleted after two separate appointments 😁 I honestly have no idea why that information was passed onto Darren, considering the claims made against him and the evidence to back them up. Fuck knows what he’ll try deleting when I publish his home address 🤣