Julie has severe mental and physical illness.
She has had NHS tests but has not been given any appropriate treatment, and now with the corona virus it could be years before the NHS is up to speed again.
She needs help now, her depression is at a seriously low state, she needs a lot of help to overcome the issues she has following a terrible childhood and trauma that in the end stopped her working 18 years ago and she needs treatment so she can eat solid food again.
Her depression is always worse during the winter, She has never been this bad at this time of year, I am really worried what this winter plus the extra worries caused by the virus and the way many people are acting will cause.
I want to give her some good news about some treatment before Autumn.
This photo is nearly 20 years old.
Julie does not like having her photo taken. That’s Danny her dog, apart from me he was her only friend. Dan died four years ago when he was 18 years old, Julie still has not got over the loss of her best friend.
Julie has severe mental and physical disabilities which are a result of a terrible history of abuse and of being let down by everyone.
Imagine your mealtimes - if they were like this:
This is breakfast, or it might be lunch or dinner!
All meals are a small glass of meal replacement drink.
For variety it could be strawberry, coffee, chocolate or vanilla, her "favourite" flavours.
Yummy, I suppose Julie could plan tomorrows lunch - a glass of drink, next weeks special dinner - a glass of drink, or a special Christmas dinner, you guessed it - a glass of drink.
Not much fun is it?
Julie is in pain most days and nights, she has bad dreams, people scare her and she has panic attacks. The consultant investigating why she can not eat solid food puts the neuropathy down to her childhood trauma and says she needs to have help with this before anything can be done to help her to eat again. Her GP refused to follow the consultant’s advice and no useful help has been given to her in the UK, in fact she has had quite the opposite.
She sees life ahead as very dark – and her thoughts of the time when she becomes old are really frightening as she has no family and I am her only friend – and as I am 71 and she is 50 there may come a time when she has no one. There is no doubt in my mind that if I die Julie will be alone in her home and it is likely she will either starve to death or commit suicide.
Being old and totally alone in England is a fearful idea.
Today Julie said she feels like a beetle. One that fell on it’s back 18 years ago and is still wriggling it’s legs trying to get back on it’s feet. Every now and again it manages to flip on it’s side enough for some feet to touch the ground but as it struggles it rolls and is on it’s back again. She has suffered from severe depression for such a time it is hard for us to remember the time when she would laugh, when we went to a restaurant or even enjoyed a trip somewhere that would interest us.
What I have not said is how Julie's life has changed, how once she would beleading the studies of a group of students, or a team of hospital consultants. That changed. The PTSD she suffers makes her hide from people, she is anxious and scared. Before we were together she stayed in her flat with the curtains closed, she never answered the door or her phone to anyone but me, she only went out at night to shop in a 24 hour supermarket. I know she would be like that again if we were not together. The corona virus lockdown and trying to cope with the people who do not keep their distance is making her even worse.
Imagine the difference to Julie’s life if, instead of breakfast lunch and dinner being a choice between a strawberry, vanilla, chocolate or coffee flavoured glass of meal replacement drinks she could eat a meal, even better if she were to be able to eat a meal in a restaurant with friends!
Do I get some fancy glasses to make her Christmas dinner better, will that make her feel like she is celebrating like everyone else?