Rings around the moon.

I shall give him a name, let's call him Josh. Josh is called a 'service user' in various systems. The term service user is a status, rather than descriptor. The term could be seen as a prosaic, utilitarian description of a person using a service. Nothing wrong with the term, nothing I can easily put my finger on. Anyway, Josh is my son, and he doesn't have much choice about being a service user. Not because of legal constraints thank goodness, but there are subtle forces that create compliance, albeit very sensible and totally making sense to me reasons... Nevertheless the transformation from a person into a service user isn't life enhancing. At worst it can be seen as a ceremony of degradation: ... a formal or informal ritual that is used to eject an individual from a group and to rid that individual of his or her identity as a member of the group. Used to deal with people who subvert the norms of society. So if you are wondering what happens to se...

As I start writing this, I am recovering my sense of balance s l o w l y. There was a brown lump in close proximity to a long brown smear on the carpet between Service_user's room and the bathroom. As I observe I continue, into the bathroom to have my shower, dress, clean my teeth...keep my self together. I go down to the kitchen and describe my observation and ask, does he know how or why or what? He does not. I ask him to check his room, is there any more? No I say 'oh well, perhaps it was you, or my husband, or a cat, or a dog, or Satan himself...I will clear it up and no, I don't want to know if it is what it looks like, so no need to smell it...' He offers to clean it. I say no...I need to do this for my own peace of mind. Thinking to myself, well, I've got nothing else to do.' Since THE BAD THING happened (3rd May) I am in bits. THE BAD THING was nothing to do with Service-user, it was everything to do with my sense of identity and security, my ...