Last year allegations of elder abuse in Harrogate soared by 11%. This is an incredible increase in view of the character of the area. This area has a large demographic of older people, is a popular retirement area and the people here are gentle and kind.
Two years ago my husband and I retired here from London. Sadly my husband’s cancer returned and he died earlier this year. His care was excellent up to Christmas lwhen he got his first lung infection. He was treated with pennicillin type drugs, but within a few days of completing the course, he contracted another lung infection. After that it was downhill all the way – six lung infections in all, one after the other.
On a routine examination the Doctor said that no air was going into one lung. As she said nothing else I thought nothing of it, but my husband later told me a look of alarm passed her face. I thought this odd. If this was serious shouldn’t there have been some medical treatment?
About the same time I noticed that the medical personnel had developed the practice of diving through the door without knocking, and arriving in pairs. As I had at one time worked for Social Services, I recognised the procedure for when abuse is suspected.
My husband continued to struggle with his lung infections. About a month before he died a speech therapist commented that although food was being swallowed effectively, his drinks were going straight into his lungs, the probable reason he was unable to shake off his lung infections. It would have been helpful to have had this pointed out the first time he got a lung infection.
One morning he slept late (a blessing) then shot out of bed to the bathroom. I followed to help him as he was wobbly on his feet. Then I realised he was babbling, his eyes were rolling and he was going limp on one side. It looked like a stroke. I managed to get him back to bed, and then a nurse arrived. She called the Doctor, and then a surreal conversation followed as the Doctor and nurse discussed with my husband whether he would like to go to hospital or not. This seemed odd as he was barely coherent. He kept indicating that he could not lift his right arm properly. But it seemed to me that the medical staff should have been making a medical decision. Later I discovered that my husband was having trouble speaking and he tried to write in order to convey his thoughts, but couldn’t write either. Also his ankles and feet were tremendously swollen.
Now I was becoming suspicious. I have no medical training or background, so I was unwilling to try and second guess the experts. But I looked up his symptoms on my computer health diagnostic and the results were completely unambiguous. A water-logged lung is a sign of heart failure in one part of the heart. Swollen feet and ankles are the sign of heart failure in the other side of the heart. My husband’s fit was a mini-stroke. To none of these events did the medical personnel, who knew exactly what had happened, suggest any treatment. Towards the end my husband was also very distressed because he felt he couldn’t breathe. I wondered why they did not give him oxygen.
My point is this. I have been the target of organised stalking since I attended Ulster University in the 1970’s. It seemed to me that lies had been spread about how I was caring for my husband in his terminal illness. But that is not what alarms me. I believe that targeted individuals, such as myself are used as bait to recruit others. That it is a possibility that the medical personnel attending my husband had been recruited, and that they were knowingly denying him appropriate medical treatment in order to worsen his condition and fit me up with the accusation of elder abuse.
I have only lived in Harrogate for two years, and last year the allegations of elder abuse leapt by 11%. Perhaps I am not the only one who has been falsely accused.