Human Rights and Social Care Forum

A poem on making my voice heard and being listened to

Communication misunderstanding

Frustrating levels creating

Worries and fallout what’s it all about

Hesitant to understand a resident

No attack, get flack

No malice, nothing aimed, refrained feel blamed

Always explaining, healing again

Avenues and doors misaligned wars

To address friends talk a subject become a suspect

Take time to reflect

Banging my head over what is said or read

Misguided care feels lopsided, friends confided

So undecided

Children in unregulated carehomes

Life given to garden gnomes

The runaway roams

Caravans and bedsits where do they fit

Lacking safety and guidance 

After crime doing time no second chance

Hardship at a glance

Home help to homecare walking or busing it

Local villages new streets careworkers

Dead on their feet, chat take a seat

No time, next client of she went

Treated like dirt feeling hurt

A new resident in a carehome first day nobody known

Look how fast you’ve grown now you don’t moan

Mixture of ability, capacity and disability 

Sometime forgotten sometimes good sometimes bad

They’re not walking the tightrope

Divided casm

Between worlds of light and dark blindly

Am I able bodied am I disabled 

Note on the ‘Voices of Care’: Hearing the voices of people drawing on care, whether at home, in a care home or any other care setting, is a matter of human rights (everyone has a right to social participation, to freedom of expression, not to be discriminated against) and fundamental to protecting and respecting their rights and freedoms. ‘Voices of Care’ blog posts aim to capture the opinions and viewpoints of people drawing on care on human rights in social care.