When Worcestershire Mental Health Trust fired me, they had no conscience about it. They simply decided that a GMC investigation on anything was too much for them to tolerate - liability wise and decided to assasinate my job. Following that, they discovered that they were in some serious sh*t.
Of course, as history was to tell us, they lied about firing me and said I had resigned. They then had no explanation for the email sent by Human Resources to terminate my contract. The GMC continued to tickle their bellies and Worcestershire Mental Health Trust continued to waggle its tail and pant like a obedient Crufts dog.
When I was cleared by the GMC and the two doctors at Worcestershire Mental Health Trust were subsequently investigated by the GMC for lying, the Trust had nothing more to say. Indeed, the entire world went silent. It was so silent, you could hear a pin drop. And only doctors or health service employees know the impact of something like this on your future job prospects. You cannot explain it to the public, to journalists or to lawyers. They all perceive doctors to be able to get up and get employed immediately. Of course, in reality it isn't that easy at all.
People ask me about the impact of this specific job loss on me.
To be honest, I had seen dishonesty as a whistleblower but what had hurt most was my consultant's turned back. It was hurtful. I didn't care about the conceited GMC, I didn't care about the insane management there. I cared about Dr John Doran's response. For some reason, I felt that he of all people had known me for who I was. Afterall, I had gone out of my way to help him with his work. Dr Doran though turned a blind eye and effectively went silent. There was so support for me or a word of kindness.
I honestly felt like I was in some Aushwitz concentration camp and everyone had left me there to fry in the furnace. On this occasion, the GMC was the furnace. They had repeatedly wanted to burn me there until I was cindered. I had lost all the friends I had made there - overnight. Not one contacted me to see how I was. My things were packed and they were returned in a plastic polythene bag. Everyone had turned their backs on me.
If people think I took the above in my stride, I didn't. I hibernated to bed for about a month after I was fired. The only thing I woke up for was communication with my lawyer and research against the General Medical Council and yet more job rejections. I believe I may have migrated to bed because I was simply exhausted with everything that had happened.
I was upset about Dr John Doran. It took me a very long time - almost 6 months to accept that even people you pull your tripes out for will desert you in the end. This was one of the lessons in life to learn. Something they never teach you in medical school. The lesson is never to expect anything from anyone in the medical profession. As doctors they may be successes but as people they are utter failures in many ways.
In that year, I looked at Mohammed Asha's supportive team complete with Consultant. Even a alleged bomber was able to obtain support. Yet, in the years I have been a whistleblower, I have never been able to garner the support of a Consultant. I accepted that as long as they did not know I was a whistleblower, they would support me. As soon as they discovered I was a whistleblower, they disowned me. Of course, there is nothing wrong with being a whistleblower in the eyes of the public. In medical eyes, being a medical whistleblower is worse than being a Glasgow bomber. That is actually very true.
Over the years - actually it is now the third year since I lost my job, I developed the idea that one must never rely on people in the medical profession. Their time in medical school and their degrees have never taught them anything. These days, it is easy to pity people who aren't really humans. Those who profess to work in a caring profession but watch the spectacle hoping that the whistleblower will be burnt alive. They exist in a vaccuum of selfish behaviour and and expect us all to overlook it.
Dissociation from the feeling of "loss" is difficult but possible. Time as they say is a great healer in many ways. For a start, you learn to discover the world around you, away from such conceited behaviour. It is the done thing for doctors like Dr John Doran to blame the entire episode on everyone but himself. It is much like they all blame whistleblowers for their predicament as opposed to observing the failings of the medical profession itself.
As life started to be rebuild because quite frankly there is only so much of the ceiling wall you can watch, I gradually left the past behind me. I am not saying the journey was easy, it wasn't but survival is extremely important. The loss of my job in Worcestershire Mental Health Trust was a bereavement. This is a kind of bereavement that I had hoped to avoid. Nevertheless, if you are forced to go through it, you must. Getting over bereavement is hard work. You have to apply your mind to dissociation. Dissociating from many things that in the end are emotional vampires.
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger and I learned something that year - I had spent ten years always giving the medical establishment the benefit of the doubt. On each job, I would try and say that this consultant was a decent human being. I cannot though realistically say that any consultants have been wonderful. There is a certain kind of senior doctor who develop from clones of others. They have no balls, they have no guts, they have no ability to be decent human beings and they start by analysing you as if to say you are the problem - not the system. They just have the ability to sit and judge by their own standards. They manage to judge extremely well because that's their job - to look down on others and measure their successes against others whom they consider to be failures. In that way they can puff their chests out and tell us all how wonderful they all are. In reality, they are just flawed human beings who have no insight into their failings.
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1 comments:
Gee wizz, who'd be a doctor, must be mad to do that job.
Anyway Rita you appear to have weathered the storm with all faculties in tack. Nice work.
Nite Nite, off to bed.
M.C.
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