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The 2019 Masters World Final Rematch: Richie Rock Myers (USA) V David Baird (UK). Photos taken from Blast off PE Fitness and Mindset Coaching's Exhibition Night and Master Boxing Bout. This great event was held in Dorchester Jail on Saturday 19th November 2022 to show how sport can help your mental health. Note: Dorchester Jail is no longer a working prison - it's now operated by Gloucester & Dorchester Prison Events who run regular tours and events there. Blast Off hire their Gym for their regular meetings.
Boxercise Demo.Photos taken from Blast off PE Fitness and Mindset Coaching's Exhibition Night and Master Boxing Bout. This great event was held in Dorchester Jail on Saturday 19th November 2022 to show how sport can help your mental health. Note: Dorchester Jail is no longer a working prison - it's now operated by Gloucester & Dorchester Prison Events who run regular tours and events there. Blast Off hire their Gym for their regular meetings.
Sat on the front doorstep to take this pic. I might actually start sitting here a bit more. Not a bad vibe, when the aspirational hicks in our street aren't giving it all the smiles.
The scrap iron people were driving round the bottom of the street, when I took this. For the first time ever, I saw them actually get something from this street. Amazing. Why do they do it to themselves?
Last night I posted some stuff on Twitter. Named a few names. They've already characterised me as a trouble-maker. I have to wonder what else. They'll make anything they want of anything they want, including saying something like that. They're the boss and don't question that or their legitimacy to impose that 'fact'.
The danger when communicating with some people can be that they have influences which frame how they interact with you. There's a reputation around here about me, based on a load of gossip made official over the years, which means it's almost impossible to have a straight conversation with anyone. Everything's framed on the basis of that reputation and, if you get attitude, for example, you'd better take it, or else sooner or later, you're screwed.
Whatever you say or do, though, nothing will break down the processes influenced so heavily by a false reputation because of the attitudes and mindset influenced by that reputation. There's no way around that. The danger here is that it can influence what you write and how. You can end up in a mess wondering how what you're communicating could be distorted and exploited and how easily they could pull it all off.
I decided to go out of county on Sunday afternoon, writing to the Home Office about some things I've referred to online. I'd tried contacting West Mercia Police to see if there was anything that could be done. One operator with the police from out of town was initially personable, but then he looked at some 'background' and the barriers came up and the attitude was in play. Instant lunacy I can't do anything about because of the long-standing nature of this, along with the typical behaviour of institutions that you'd expect when they've lost the plot. I've seen it all before, many times.
The Home Office is probably not the organisation to deal with this. I wonder if there is one. Most organisations would click in to the conventional idea about psychiatrists having 'expert' local knowledge. The rest writes itself. That's why, whatever happens in this area, I essentially have no access to any effective safeguards, because there are none. I was going to mention the Mayor (or his wife) from 2000/1, when I was effectively laughed out by her from a local organisation that could have done something, but I'd better not. My memory of back then, as you'd expect, isn't what it was. I won't mention the Mayor (or his wife) yet, then, anyway. They'd only distort or rubbish that, anyway. I don't think even the Home Office would get their heads around this one. Don't think anyone ever will.
A few years ago I contacted a local Community Psychiatric Nurse, Maxine. Her patient, Simon, a long time local criminal (Maxine knows this), went quite craftily crazy yet again. I think he's a psychopath or very close. He may have worked her. I wouldn't be surprised. He's good.
I told Maxine a few things back then about how he was manipulating people locally. He's a highly deceptive control freak an emotional wreckage, highly delusional but extremely personable and persuasive. It all goes with his 'job', which took him over, across the years. He was whipping up heightened emotion in people and I was concerned for my safety. People were defriending me on Facebook, for example, and cutting me hostile looks across town. Maxine did nothing.
This guy is a lunatic, who wouldn't be in public if services around here were competent in their field on the basis of their own approach. They're not. In the end I had no choice to accept that he was entirely in the right over a dispute where he was entirely in the wrong. He tolde that he'd been going around saving me from threats of violence from his contacts, seemingly without any insight that he was the one whipping people up to share his madness. The guy's highly delusional and deeply terrified about the his true self, so much so that Cilla Black should've been there.
The last time I saw Simon was at a local coffee shop, recently. He was a mess, the state he gets into when interference from reality begins to hint at what he really has become down the years. He sat there. He tried to pretend we were all cool. Not my fault, I would've still tried because he'd my pal since our teenage years.
He tried to act like a hippy, like we used to in the 80s. It was a tragic and lame betrayal of our youth, quite repulsive and horrific to witness. I saw straight through it because by then I'd regained my fairly good ability to weigh people up, something I should trust and make more use of, but something which there's people in this community will try to defeat. Some people are that crazy here.
His hippy act was faltering. He was struggling, as he occasionally does, because of the reality of what he does to and really thinks about people behind his act, when his lumacy's in full swing. He pulls off the act with most, who decently remember him before he reached even these levels, but he sort of worries that I can see through it. Well I would. He's pretty obvious to me and I think he fears that because it makes him scared of who he is, based on his attitudes of disturbing people.
It's a toughie to look at a long-standing friend and know what they've become. The eyes are sort of there and the rest of the physical presence, but he's gone and gone almost certainly beyond ever coming back. I knew we didn't have long left.
I phoned him that night or a few nights later. I pleaded with him, almost, to get a grip because it was nearly too late, pretty much knowing it already was. I knew how the call would go, too. He's a dangerous guy. He'll try to control the conversation will all manner of methods I can see coming a mile off, to come out with the best deal for him and his distorted reputation, rather than the truth that could've helped him. Well, I suppose it's good for business. Again, as he did years ago, he tried to persuade me that it was all me and that he was absolutely fine and was on top of it. The good times were back for him and I was the mad one. The call ended with disagreement, SMS messages were exchanged and there was the usual vague threat that there would be consequences. I should've have stood my ground years ago. Maxine should've done something.
A mutual friend contacted me soon after reading something I posted online, referred to about all this. We met and talked. He told me how, over the years, the evidence had mounted about the lengths this guy would go to protect himself against real and perceived threats. It was pretty disturbing stuff, but it fitted with things I'd experienced and also heard from other people who'd been close to him. Some wouldn't talk much but it was obvious that they know there's something seriously wrong about this guy, now.
Our mutual friend was very decent and kind. He said Simon had completely convinced him that I was a highly dangerous individual and had persuaded him that he had no choice but to marginalise me, deleting on Facebook, for example, and completely ignoring me in town. Divide and conquer, with no chance of a resolution because any attempt at effective, realistic communication is cut off, with a reputation, where any interaction is framed by that reputation, to keep it in place. This is a pretty common theme. I told our mutual friend not to worry, I really did understand and that I was proud of the person he'd become. And I am and that's based on reality.
I've mentioned events at the local coffee shop in town. The character behind all that, someone with all the hallmarks of a sadistic psychopath, is, I think, worse than Simon. Simon does it all out of fear; Bill does it all out of hatred and a sadistic streak. Again, someone in the community, a local businessman, a very decent man, knows a fair bit about Bill. That's comforting to know.
But I've written about much of what's happened in and around the coffee shop elsewhere in these posts. Let's just say the Officers from West Mercia Police who attended the scene didn't have the slightest idea what they were walking into that day last week, and they probably now never will.
In my last 'consultation' with a 'Consultant Psychiatrist' at Kidderminster Hospital, I took along an independent mental health advocate, the first time on all the 12 years I'd been in the mental health system, years that should never have happened.
Something happened in that consultation which was highly significant. I thought about withholding it from this post, just in case. But over the years, I've learned that it doesn't matter what evidence you have or what you unearth, nothing will ever change. It's all about the reputation and protecting against that being exposed for what it is, come what may. There's a lot of people who've become involved in all this over the years and they're always likely to almost instinctively fall back on that reputation of me to partly to protect that reputation of them.
In that 'consultation', Dr Laki, the 'Consultant' at Kidderminster Hospital, did something that most people wouldn't notice and, if so, he'd almost certainly deny. When I was saying what had really happened over the course of the past 12 years and the lead up to it (that I'd originally been detained in a mental health ward in 2000 on the basis of a 4 year vendetta, based on unchallengeable gossip that snowballed, and which had framed the intervening 12 years), he broke in, smiling at me with 'You're very persuasive, Jason.' What he also did was very briefly and quite nervously glance at my advocate, leaving me in no doubt that he wanted that idea to resonate with her. Ironically, Dr Laki's comment was a common persuasive trick, pointing to manipulation and suggesting paranoia.
In an exchange of emails with my advocate yesterday, I wrote that she probably didn't spot it or what it meant and was intended to achieve. I was quite nervous saying this even to an independent advocate, because I know how it can sound and I'm fully aware of what saying such a thing can trigger off with institutions. But said she saw it and saw through it. Like I say, though, I can include it here because it doesn't matter. These people have it in them to do pretty much anything they want to do and there'd probably be ways to get around this, as always.
My years at the coffee shop were not the first time I'd seen something of a hate campaign develop over a long time. I'd seen it all before, between 1996 and 2000. Occasionally hysterical stuff. As during those 12 years, I mainly tried to just figure it out, because what else are you supposed to do? And a big clue to the mindset, attitudes and beliefs of the people behind it usually reveals itself over time in the feelings and behaviour generated by the reputation. Look closely enough and you can not only figure out how much of it links together, but also the psychology of the key players, along with their core motivating factors. But I had to be very careful because, this time, it was even more toxic than what took place in the area between 1996 and 2000.
Here's a recording of a recent Mental Health Act Assessment: soundcloud.com/jaseanton/recording-of-a-mental-health
I'd been under quite a lot of pressure since the 20 June meeting. I hadn't pieced many things together at that point. This 'Assessment' was quite intimidating, although I was, perhaps naively, glad to be able to talk directly with these people, but the communication is heavily influenced by the power dynamic, here. There's things you just can't say or challenge these people about. I talk so much in the recording mainly because I knew from long experience that, as soon as the representatives of the local medical community started talking, they'd start positioning me on the basis of ideas framed by a reputation based on gossip that had been made official in 2000 mad had just become embedded since then.
To my senses, it's a creepy recording, more so in retrospect, especially in the context of what I now know. The 'medical' people, I think, thought they were doing the right thing on the basis of what they believed - information they never got a grip on from day one - but there's quite a lot of worrying duplicity going on in this recording, that should be evident from what I've written elsewhere.
This sort of thing could easily happen again, even of this process of writing this stuff online is partly cathartic (they'll ascribe - spin - whatever motives they like to whatever they like and I bet you they could make it stick and block scrutiny of that by me, but that's a fact of life I got used to a very long time ago). These people will almost certainly seize on or engineer any errors in these writings (and probably try to exploit the disruptive stuff). There doesn't even need to be errors or anything, really: they can put it all down to 'interpretation' or whatever other diversionary measure they'll use even other otherwise effective analytical tools to embed their viewpoint and that's that.
It all began in 1996. A mother and son from Stourport with strong links to the local Police and the local medical community misread a situation and went with it, hyped up and excited from day one, an excitement I've seen on a few occasions over the intervening years.
Apparently, and it didn't take long to figure this out, my hairstyle - get this - pointed to an idea that I thought I was possessed by a local young woman, diagnosed with schizophrenia. There's something that demolishes that idea, but, come on, what other communal madness have I got to cover here? That's essentially the piece of gossip that kicked off and changed so much from way back in 1996. The same processes established around that, by these people, remain in place - unchallengeable by me or pretty much anyone else independent - keeping things in place, to this day, 16 years later. Their influence of those people's personalities, mindsets and view of the world is still apparent in all this. Nothing I can do about that, now.
Things happened after that. I ranted to a mate about what I thought back then. I was sick of seeing the impact many people were having on my social life. I ranted about the girl diagnosed with schizophrenia. I didn't hold back. Apparently their were health consequences - she freaked or something. I don't know for sure - people, including Simon between 96 and 2000, would just make crazy, angry comments whenever I moaned or ranted about it all, once asking me if I wanted to make her jump off a building. Mental stuff. She'd been getting quite intensive treatment from the local hospital. There'd been this Hollywoodization of the whole thing. It was nuts, but there was no way of sorting anything. Effective communication was blocked off on day one because the gossip was so bizarre.
Anyway, there you go. That was the big deal gossip doing the rounds, gossip that changed so much. Not that I knew what was going on at the time, but the people from Stourport jumped through hoops to take my photo of my possessed hair. They'd lost it big time. They were incredibly creepy, but incredibly excited, a form of excitement that would be very similar in intensity when it became hysterical in people at times. Supposedly I was possessed, even though I never experienced psychosis until after taking psychiatric medication in 2000/1.
Other things happened. Loads. There'll always be something else in this story and that's what I tried to warn the hospital in 2000. Even though we got close to communicating effectively, I had to put up an exhausting attempt to make even basic points clear to these people - they were already too far gone and easily triggered. I didn't stand a chance.
Me and my Mom's relationship was characterised and reframed according to, and in the interests of, the key people involved in it all. More simplistic Hollywoodisation. There was very little reality in the interpretation of me and Mom's relationship and almost no depth, partly because that, too, was based on gossip with highly suspect motivations. I knew it was all crap, but when you're falsely medicated and then more vulnerable to being persuaded by it all, your self-concept can change, as can your behaviour, which then, in the circumstances, almost moulds into shape to fit the story, a story that never looks like it's ever going to be dealt with. All this is partly why I explain my Mom's issue with passive-aggressiveness, something that's been in play since I was a kid. I shouldn't have to say that, but it might just help us both. I doubt it, though. That gossip and the reputation it led to are too well-protected now.
I could write loads about this, but I won't. This has been good. It's good to talk. It can cathartic. The problem with this approach, as is the problem in the town of Kidderminster, is that it's highly likely that even this will be distorted, in an area often more than willing to go to pretty extreme lengths to protect what it sees as its God given rights in the abuse of information. That keeps the bullshit going and influences the benefits of my cathartic approach, but that's no reason to stop, regardless of the lengths these people have historically gone to to allow it to work. They may just leave me stranded now they know all they've got to do is carry on with their thing and maybe socially housebound Jase might get pissed off in a way they can capitalise on. Wasn't it really ever thus?
Well, I'm chilled and happy with what I've written here. It probably won't lead to anything ever, but I'll have to do something, even in the demoralising knowledge that if people in this area could've so easily screwed my time at Birmingham University way back in the 90s, nothing's essentially changed from that day in 96, to suggest they can't do it again, if they want to.
In light of that, what's really the point of bothering with the Home Office or any other supposed safeguard? There isn't one really. When I wrote to them on Sunday, I said that I wonder whether I have fewer rights than my Dad had in mainland Europe in the Second World War. Although, unlike my dad's family, mine hasn't been murdered, I still have no family, now. Apart from that, though, I'd go further. I know I've ultimately got fewer rights. That might sound strange, but it's obvious when think about it properly, however the very mention of that idea could be potentially exploited or just ignored. That can be frustrating, but I'm cool with it now. A mental health 'nurse' once said, with little insight and no irony, that I became like an 'anarchist' when I was 'relapsing'. Maybe I can a bit, verbally, but I wouldn't act on it, I hope. I suppose it's the only thing to do when you have got no effective rights. This area and the reputation attributed to me within it are heavy on 'know your place or we''ll put you there.' It's conservative, limiting and, without adequate safeguards, ultimately disabling. The only ultimate right I've really got within that, I think, is the freedom to think. It's a good right, that, but everyone should have more than that.
Anyway, practicalities. I can't realistically remain in the house, socially housebound, for the rest of my life. Looking out of the window can be good, but come on! It's looking like I'm going to have to go beyond those Client Hills on the horizon at the edge of the world, one day. But how?
The Junior Combat demonstration. Photos taken from Blast off PE Fitness and Mindset Coaching's Exhibition Night and Master Boxing Bout. This great event was held in Dorchester Jail on Saturday 19th November 2022 to show how sport can help your mental health. Note: Dorchester Jail is no longer a working prison - it's now operated by Gloucester & Dorchester Prison Events who run regular tours and events there. Blast Off hire their Gym for their regular meetings.
I actually had this idea back during the MAK Contest if you can think back to then. Try and have that mindset when you look at this I guess.
Hopefully going to be doing some more building in the near future and hopefully more prolifically, but we'll see.
Photos taken from Blast off PE Fitness and Mindset Coaching's Exhibition Night and Master Boxing Bout. This great event was held in Dorchester Jail on Saturday 19th November 2022 to show how sport can help your mental health. Note: Dorchester Jail is no longer a working prison - it's now operated by Gloucester & Dorchester Prison Events who run regular tours and events there. Blast Off hire their Gym for their regular meetings.
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Photos taken from Blast off PE Fitness and Mindset Coaching's Exhibition Night and Master Boxing Bout. This great event was held in Dorchester Jail on Saturday 19th November 2022 to show how sport can help your mental health. Note: Dorchester Jail is no longer a working prison - it's now operated by Gloucester & Dorchester Prison Events who run regular tours and events there. Blast Off hire their Gym for their regular meetings.
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Before this summer I had a considerable amount of knowledge of so many things, but I had never put this knowledge to good use and practice because of my fears of failure and insecurities in my own abilities. I have begun to realize that this not only limits the potential of what is even possible but also it decreases the immense impact each person has on other’s stories. I vow to take the carefree, just go and do it, summer mindset into the fall and winter, and into the rest of me life. Thank you to all of those who have helped me to realize this, and help me to jump into the water, to feel alive again. So get off the computer and go create your own stuff! ☺
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Boxercise Demo.Photos taken from Blast off PE Fitness and Mindset Coaching's Exhibition Night and Master Boxing Bout. This great event was held in Dorchester Jail on Saturday 19th November 2022 to show how sport can help your mental health. Note: Dorchester Jail is no longer a working prison - it's now operated by Gloucester & Dorchester Prison Events who run regular tours and events there. Blast Off hire their Gym for their regular meetings.
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