The Poles walked continually up
and down the ward...
screaming, talking to themselves
the lino was worn bare by
The man sat opposite me, with elbows resting on the desk, his hands making a steeple. Not a word did he utter.
'She can't stay here, my mother is suffering from depression; if she does she will surely go mad!'
I talked on, explaining how I felt, all the while feeling he was assessing me. After what seemed like an age, repeating myself, I just felt I was wasting my time.
I walked away from his office feeling I'd failed my lovely mum.
'I tried Mum!'
Tears coursed down her face.
The next day she was transferred to a general hospital from the Darenth Park Mental hopital.