“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
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Showing posts with label NHS refusal of care. Show all posts

Verbal Explanations Are Not My Medical Obligation



๐Ÿ–‹ ๐’ฎ๐’ฒ๐’œ๐’ฉ๐’ฆ Dispatch | 21 November 2024

“I’m Not Explaining Myself Verbally Ever Again”
Filed Under: Respiratory Sovereignty · Verbal Violence · Police Reports as Policy · NHS Misconduct · SWANK London Ltd


๐Ÿ’ฌ Declared from the Lungs, Not the Lips

Dear Kirsty (and the institutional entourage):

“I will not explain things to anyone verbally anymore.”
That is not defiance. It is clinical instruction.
Because what you call a “conversation,” my airway registers as collapse.


๐Ÿ“ต Verbal ≠ Safe

“I always get interrupted or the person doesn’t listen.”
That isn’t dialogue. It’s dismissal.

Verbal communication — when weaponised — becomes an arena for:

  • Ableist performance demands

  • Discrediting the disabled

  • Re-traumatisation in real-time

You demand I perform breathlessness for your legitimacy — then penalise me for gasping.


๐Ÿฅ “It’s weird to bully me when I say my daughter can’t breathe.”

It’s not weird.
It’s structural.
It’s the NHS.

Because I documented her asthma —
And you documented me.


๐Ÿš” “From now on, I make police reports every time.”

Every refusal of care.
Every safeguarding ambush.
Every verbal stunt in fluorescent drag — logged, filed, numbered.

Because what you escalate, I indict.

You make me sick, then punish me for reacting to the sickness you inflicted.
That’s not care. That’s gaslit harm with a badge of office.


๐Ÿซ “My asthma is worse now — because of that ignorant doctor.”

And therefore:
I will not argue.
I will not explain.
I will record. I will timestamp. I will cite.
Every stolen breath becomes evidence.


๐Ÿ“ Filed While Breathing in Defiance
๐’ซ๐‘œ๐“๐“๐“Ž ๐’ž๐’ฝ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐’ธ, Strategic Non-Speaker, Documentarian of Respiratory Sabotage
✉ director@swanklondon.com | ๐ŸŒ www.swanklondon.com
© SWANK London Ltd. All Verbal Demands Declined.




The Three Problems You Keep Ignoring (and the One Community We’re Still Building)



๐Ÿ–‹ SWANK Dispatch | 23 November 2024

“We’re Not Liars. We Just Can’t Breathe.”
Filed Under: Clinical Gaslighting · Asthma Stigma · Verbal Coercion · Medical Torture · Social Rejection · SWANK London Ltd


Dear Kirsty,

Let me enumerate—since institutional minds require bullet points to recognise lived experience:

  1. The defensive posture of hospital staff.

  2. Their refusal to follow respiratory protocol.

  3. The insinuation that needing to breathe must be performed, proven, or denied.

You wanted “safeguarding.”
I gave you oxygen.
You asked for history, then punished it mid-sentence.

“Dr Arjumand said: I don’t believe you.”
Several times. With intent.

And just like that: my lungs collapsed.
My recovery reversed.
You took improvement and turned it into procedural injury.

This is not personal grievance.
It is generational. Institutional. Coded into the architecture of disbelief.

I have lived this disbelief in schools, universities, and workplaces.
Now my children inherit it in hospitals.

When they don’t “perform” asthma, they are shamed.
When I advocate, I am framed.

“We don’t want to be social with regular people.”
“We want to be social with other people who have asthma. Very bad asthma like ours.”

That’s not alienation. That’s respiratory refuge.
The world that demands effortless breathing has no place for us.

You call it isolation.
We call it selective inclusion.

“Deaf people have deaf friends. Blind people have blind friends.”

And asthmatics?
We form alliances built on shared air, not shallow pleasantries.
We socialise through oxygen fluency—not forced integration.

I breastfed all four of them hoping they’d escape this fate.
They didn’t. But they gained something else: sovereignty.

So no, we won’t argue for our right to breathe.
We’ll document your disbelief.
And exhale our resistance into the record.


๐Ÿ“ Not Broken. Not Lying. Just Done Explaining.
Polly Chromatic
Founding Archivist, Oxygen Sovereignty Collective
✉ director@swanklondon.com
๐ŸŒ www.swanklondon.com
© SWANK London Ltd. All Disbeliefs Rejected.



Documented Obsessions