It never ceases to amaze me when I see so many parents whose lives have been shattered as a result of losing a child to suicide. I have, on the rare occasion, met with a few of these parents, each with their stories to tell, each face scarred by the loss of their child.
I wouldn't say that I'm fortunate to have met these folk, I'd much prefer if I had never met a lot of them...the only reason our paths have crossed is because of their loss.
I'm a huge fan of the 'small man', in this sickening world of psychiatric drug abuse it has become the 'small woman' as more often than not it's the mothers of these children killed by drug-peddling psychiatrists who take the bull by the horns and speak out.
Maria Bradshaw is one such person.
I met Maria in person two years ago. She was in the audience at a CCHR Award night. We spent the weekend together and she told me of her son, Toran, a 17 year old who was prescribed Prozac by a psychiatric registrar who even today has failed his psychiatrist exam on 7 separate occasions! The same psychiatrist had told Toran to stop taking his Prozac when the weekend came, have a few beers with his buddies then restart the Prozac on the Monday. Is it any wonder why this white-coated buffoon has failed his exam?
I'll be following this particular piece of excrement very carefully over the coming months. I'd like him to know that what he is doing is wrong, I'd like his bosses to know that what they are allowing this failure of a human-being to do is wrong. I'll take great pleasure in that particular mission.
Earlier this week I flew from the UK to join forces with Maria Bradshaw. If there was ever a country that needed a huge kick up the backside then it's New Zealand. The country itself is beautiful, vast open expanses of water, mountainous regions and volcanoes being a far cry from the council estate I've lived for the past 8 years or so back in the UK.
I'm not here to tread on anyone's toes, I'm here, initially, as an observer. I want to see exactly how things work over here compared to the UK. I want to see if the NZ Medicines regulator, Medsafe, are as limp-wristed and useless as the British regulator, the MHRA.
I'm also here to write a new book, to interview Toran Henry's friends, those guys and gals that knew him, those same guys and gals who were offered Prozac to help cope with the grief they experienced after Toran died, the same drug that caused Toran to kill himself. Nice move knuckleheads!
Maria Bradshaw is another member of the sisterhood that I admire greatly. Her son was murdered by a system and a drug allowed into that system. She has been forced to fight through the tears alone... not anymore.
Something is pakaru in New Zealand - I want to be part of the crusade to help fix it.
Memo also goes out to the GSK NZ spin factory in Auckland. I'm here to nail you too. I'll be requesting your 'withdrawal' study soon... kinda gives your spin doctor's time to come up with another excuse not to pass this study on to me.
Here's just a part of Maria Bradshaw's story.
Coming soon: Part II of an interview with Maria Bradshaw where she talks openly about Toran's Irish troll, who, to this day, still hounds the memory of her dead son. Part I can be heard here.