Social services handled severely

by a local doctor. You don’t need to know why I was there, but subject of local social services came up. He was an elderly, semi-retired doctor who no longer felt constrained and he gave them the rounds of the kitchen.

He had been the doctor for a woman with a low IQ (95) who got in with the wrong crowd and produced two children. Social services - this was in the south of England - wanted the children away and adopted. The Doctor objected: his patient loved her children, wanted to keep them, could cook, kept the house, them and their clothes clean, exposed them to no risk. She was a good, if unintelligent mother. He put on The Manner.

Social services folded, but, as he said, ‘left her a weeping and broken young woman and got in their newly registered cars and drove away.’ Ouch. He was then ‘persona non grata’ with social services.

That’s the second vulnerable young woman left weeping and upset by social services I’ve heard of in the last six months.

Well done, big people. (The Doc also said that there is a new generation of doctors coming into the profession without the backbone to stand up to social workers where necessary.)