SWANK Incident Deposition
I Went to A&E for Asthma. They Sent the Police, Then Blamed Me for the Scene They Created.
Filed: January 2024
Labels: Medical Neglect, Safeguarding Retaliation, Disability Erasure, False Allegation Pipeline, Racial Projection, Motherhood on Trial, Chronically Ill and Constantly Interrupted
☙ 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.
✦ What I Needed: Treatment
I was having trouble breathing.
I asked my daughter Honor if she’d prefer to stay at the hotel or accompany me to the hospital.
She chose to come.
I called an Uber.
We went to St Thomas’ Hospital.
I arrived with the symptoms of someone requiring urgent care:
➤ dizziness
➤ shortness of breath
➤ significant recent weight loss
➤ fatigue
What I encountered instead was not medicine—
but a performance of mistrust wrapped in waiting room chaos.
✦ What I Got: Accusation
They saw me collapse.
They questioned my daughter.
They questioned my parenting instead of my oxygen levels.
They refused treatment unless my child left me—
a lie, disproven by 15 years of ER visits in multiple countries.
When I asked them to focus on my breathing,
they escalated to a safeguarding incident.
The result?
I left, unsupported, and returned to my hotel—only for police to follow.
✦ The Intrusion
The police knocked on our door at 4:00 AM.
Nine officers appeared over the course of the night.
My children were present, calm, watching The Barbie Movie.
I was crying, exhausted, ill.
They stood at my door because I left the hospital.
Because the hospital made a referral.
Because that’s easier than saying “we failed to help her.”
✦ The Allegation
Later, they told me:
“The hospital may raise allegations of racial slurs.”
Let us be very clear:
I was verbally attacked by another woman in the waiting room.
I was called abusive—for sitting down.
I was asked to defend myself while I couldn’t breathe.
I said “shut up.”
They turned it into a police call-out.
Now they want to rewrite it as racism.
I am the mother of mixed-race children.
I did a master’s thesis on Black civil rights.
I have been abused repeatedly for having Black children.
The allegation wasn’t made because it was true.
It was made because it was convenient.
✦ The Follow-Up
The next day, on Prince’s birthday, I was still unwell.
I made him a party. Got balloons. Had staff sing.
Then, finally, I went to Chelsea & Westminster Hospital.
They gave me a nebuliser.
Diagnosed me with COVID.
Prescribed prednisone.
Everything I’d said at St Thomas’ was medically confirmed.
And yet—
social workers kept emailing me throughout Prince’s birthday
as if nothing traumatic had happened
as if I wasn’t sick
as if I was inventing this.
✦ The Systemic Pattern
I have severe eosinophilic asthma.
I have PTSD—from these exact types of institutional betrayals.
I told every agency:
Please email me. I cannot speak on the phone. Talking makes it worse.
They called anyway.
I changed my number.
Now I say this once more:
All communication must be via email.
Because it is evidence.
Because it is respectful.
Because you cannot say “we didn’t know” when I’ve written it a hundred times.
✦ Final Word
I do not need to be fixed.
I need to be left alone.
I do not need to explain myself again.
You have my degrees.
You have my documents.
You have my diagnosis.
You had a chance to believe me.
Now you will deal with my lawsuits.
Filed under: Chronically Ill, Not Criminal, Misogyny with a Medical Badge, Racism as Distraction, Police Called Instead of Care, Motherhood in the Crosshairs, Documentation as Defence