“Though the Witch knew the Deep Magic, there is a magic deeper still which she did not know. Her knowledge goes back only to the dawn of time. But if she could have looked a little further back… she would have known that when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor’s stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backward.” - Aslan, C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

She Didn’t Understand My Diagnosis, So She Reported My Vocabulary Instead.


SWANK Emergency Dispatch

I Went to A&E for Sewer Gas Poisoning. They Called Social Services Because I Knew What Eosinophilic Asthma Was.

Filed: 3 November 2023

Labels: Medical Arrogance, Safeguarding Misuse, Retaliation for Intelligence, Housing Poisoning Ignored, Motherhood Under Surveillance, Disability Disregard

⚜️ WELCOME TO SWANK ⚜️
An Archive of ✦ Elegance, ✦ Complaint, ✦ and Unapologetic Standards
from a Mother Harassed by the State in Two Countries for Over a Decade.

✦ The Situation

On 2 November 2023, I went to St Thomas’ Hospital due to worsening symptoms from sewer gas poisoning—the direct result of five months of unaddressed conditions in our council flat.

I was ill.
I was precise.
And I was punished for both.

The doctor didn’t recognise my medical condition.
She insisted all asthma is eosinophilic.
I corrected her—politely.
She retaliated—not medically, but bureaucratically.

She reported me to social services.

Not because I was unstable.
But because I was more informed than she was.

✦ The Allegation

She said I was “acting erratically.”
But if that were true:
• Why didn’t she call security?
• Why didn’t she call the police?
• Why didn’t anyone restrain or remove me?

Because I wasn’t erratic.
I was inconvenient.
I was sick, coherent, and asking too many questions.

✦ What I Told Eric

I reminded him:
➤ He had started an assessment with me previously—then ghosted.
➤ I have a documented medical condition.
➤ I require written-only communication due to sewer gas injury and chronic respiratory symptoms.

I kept it concise.
I kept it professional.
Because truth doesn’t need embellishment—only protection.

✦ Final Word

The real emergency that day wasn’t my behaviour.
It was the state of my lungs.
It was the state of my flat.
It was the state of a system that confuses medical vocabulary with instability.

You don’t get to punish me for being more literate than your staff.

Filed under: Council Flat Poisoning, Medical Misinformation, Retaliatory Safeguarding, Motherhood Criminalised for Clarity, Housing Harm Denial


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