Free

I am now at home :)

First Post

Reflecting on the history of the blog, I noticed that it is nearly 3 years old.  The very first post was on the 31st August 2009, and called "Interesting People, Interesting Places".  http://prisonerben.blogspot.co.uk/2009/08/interesting-people-interesting-places_31.html
We were so excited when we had 9 readers!

Ben asked me this evening to say a big "Thank you" to everyone.  He will be blogging live (i.e. not via me and the Royal Mail) from midweek, and maybe even on his way home on the day his is released. His brother is picking him up at the gate and has an i-pad, so it is quite likely!

Any suggestions on the new title (Ben-decompressing-from-Prison-Blog?) would be welcome!

Door Knob

The introduction of "courtesy locks", secondary locks on our doors to which we hold the key, has several interesting effects. One of which is, what to do with the damn key when out and about. I attach mine to my ID card. Some hang them around their neck on shoelaces.

And one guy decided to keep his very safe. He attaches it to his Prince Albert.

The Blog

Ben is coming home next week!

He wants me to tell readers that the blog WILL continue, but the title of it may change slightly.  Ben will have lots to write about, adjusting to life in the "real" world, after 32 years inside.

Ed.

Release!

Ben's solicitor called me today with the news - Ben is coming home!

The prison had not even told him so he heard it from me this evening.  He asked me to put the fantastic news on the blog along with a couple of strange/interesting facts: he cannot go until he has handed in his pillow(!) and when he comes home he will not officially exist.  Why?  Because, having been imprisoned since the age of 14 he has not got a National Insurance number.

As you can imagine, he is over the moon,  but we both agreed we need to sleep on it so the news really sinks in...

Ed

The Legal Mystery

Healthcare staff insist that they do have the authority to issue warnings under the IEP Scheme.

Such warnings have profound effects, such as the loss of money to use the phones, a reduction in visits, and a complete loss of home leaves.

Insistent they may be, but so far they have floundered when asked to point to the Rule or PSI which gives them this power.

A massive Hat Tip to anyone who can hit the prison service website and PSO 4000 and find this mystery power. Or confirm its non-existence.

Thirdly, Do No Harm!

Last week a guy had a long standing medication removed and, as a result, his body revolted to the extent he required emergency hospitalisation - outside.

Yesterday, I was a witness to a man who was arguing over his insulin. An injecting diabetic, this was no small matter. A malevolent or incompetent nurse stood between him, his insulin, and the fridge in which it resided. He was reduced to using, with increasing frequency, emergency short-duration insulin that saw his blood glucose levels bounce between 15 and 25. Which, the nurse said, was all pretty good.

This man had to spend half his pay phoning his consultant to have him phone and email the nick to point out how dangerous the situation was. With the intervention of a (prison) Manager, the insulin was finally issued.

The GP sat in his room at the end of the corridor during this farce, with my man denied access to him. A nurse held his medication, his life, in her hand and flatly refused him access to either it or the only well-qualified medic in the institution.

Such are the games being played by Healthcare. And such are the dangers. To hold such ineptitude to account may doubtless upset those involved but, in truth, when we are so dependent upon them then they deserve to be forced to answer for their actions. After all, isn't that what law is for...?

Secondly, Do No Harm

It was a long day yesterday. Still no parole answer, and the crazy, stressful juggling that accompanies every payday, recently. So the last thing I needed was for my boss on the gardens to tell me that Healthcare had altered my medical status from Labour 3 ("officially a wreck") up to Labour 2 ("only slightly knackered").

Those with long memories, or access to Google, may recall that last December the GP swiftly listed me as Labour 3 on arrival and rescued me from the Carps workshop and into Education. To be told that this had changed, without so much as a cursory examination by someone who knew what a medical school looked like, was both frustrating and annoying. New and laborious gardening duties hove into view, with the prospect of significant pain or a nicking for not working. This had become a Big Deal.

Fair do's on my boss, who shoved me in the direction of Healthcare to try to sort this out. All afternoon I was up and down to Healthcare, trying in vain to get them to speak to me. Three nurses, a practice manager, and the GP all with their feet up in an otherwise empty building telling me that they were "too busy". They remained too busy when I reappeared at "treatment time" (shades of Nurse Ratched).

They were still too busy all this morning. They did find the time to talk to several staff about this, but not a second spare to talk to me. And I had only two simple questions - who altered my status without any examination? And on what medical basis?

Instead of dealing with the crap they had unleashed, they have been hiding away, a huddle of selective mutes. That in itself suggests that they feel they may be on thin ice.

I am fed up with being dismissed by nursing staff who view prisoners as an inconvenience. A paperwork blizzard is going to be coming their way, possibly including a writ for misfeasance in public office, unless they sound a swift retreat and begin to act like healthcare staff. With men too afraid to book appointments lest they forget them and get hammered, with men having long standing medications removed, and with men being spoken to like dirt, then it is only reasonable that we prisoners hold these petty tyrants to account.

First, Do No Harm

In a "total institution" it can be expected that we are, as a matter of policy, rendered completely dependent upon the institution for the most basic of services. And in many respects, this is quite true. It is through such dependence that control is exercised.

Food, for instance, is fundamental and a perpetual source of discontent. We must attend the dining hall twice daily to collect grub. Yet this activity highlights a crack in the control and dependence mechanisms, in that a man with access to enough money can easily obtain food from other sources (legitimate and not) to allow him to avoid the institution's offerings. In such a way, a tiny sphere of independence can be carved out within the total institution.

There are many such activities where, with skill or resources, the prisoner can avoid dependence on his keepers. But there is one "service", one aspect of imprisonment which inevitably demands dependence, through a total lack of other options. And that service is Healthcare.

No matter what resources the con can wield, no matter how wise in the ways of jailcraft, no matter his level of deviousness, Healthcare looms large and inescapable on his horizons. For, save heroin and adjuncts used for pain relief, Healthcare has a monopoly on the specialist medical knowledge and treatments. And this is why I insist on holding Healthcare staff to a far higher standard than just about any other department in the prison.

Offensive

Even when I am released, I am forever yoked into the conceptual box of "offender". I may be an ex-prisoner, but to the probation service I will always be an "offender". . Despite not having being convicted of any crime in 32 years.

Never an "ex-offender". I find that to be a highly revealing of the official mindset. And I despair. Because to always view us as specimens in a jar, to regard us as mere carriers of "criminogenic needs", denies us any status as human beings.

And without that status, how can we ever rejoin and embrace the community? If we are held at a distance with a shitty stick, is it any wonder that so many ex-prisoners find it impossible to build a legitimate existence on release?

The Week that Was

This is it.  On Monday I see my oncologist to check on the progress of my cancer and choose one of the lousy treatment options.

And maybe I'll get my parole answer.  Rarely have I felt so much pressure.  And rarely has the future course of my life - and its length - come down to two decisions in such a short space of time.

Greece is the Word

Just when I thought my dire finances couldn't get any worse, I find that my credit rating has collapsed due to my prospective parole answer.

Is this a vote of confidence in the parole board?!

Ben's Birthday

Ben's birthday this Friday. Will he spend it in prison?

Still no news.....

Ed.

Thank You, NHS

I made an appointment to see the GP which, as the problem resolved itself, I later cancelled.  I used the proper form and in plenty of time.

Despite this, Healthcare issued me with an IEP (behaviour) warning for not attending the appointment.  That warning triggered a Review Board, which dropped my level of privileges from Enhanced down to Standard.

This halves the number of visits I can have, limits my town visits to one per month, knocks 40% off the money I could use to phone home and - lastly - prevents me from taking my home leave until September.

Thank you, NHS.