Having been emotionally brutalised by ABWA’s, at best unprofessional, and at worst abusive behaviour, I was at my wits’ end and, as advised and feeling pretty desperate, I phoned the ABWA office to see if they could help seeing as how they had caused my distress. I was beyond distressed actually and I was also noticeably under the influence of alcohol (my speech was slurred) and, as usual Pamela decided she would be the one to speak to me, being in charge and all and she did the usual, “why do you keep contacting us, leave Liz alone” etc….I got upset at her tone and I said ” All I want is for someone to tell me why this happened! What did I do” and she said “You want to know what happened? You know what happened? I’ll tell you what happened. You abused Liz, that’s what happened!!! “Yes you did – you ABUSED HER!” and she launched into the most petty, mean-spirited and vicious display of nastiness I’ve ever heard from a so-called professional.
On and on she went screaming down the phone at me as if she was having a psychotic break. “You used her and abused her, you used to phone her at home and in the middle of the night. I couldn’t believe my ears. This was nonsense, by the way. I never had Liz’s home phone number and I never , ever phoned her outside of office hours. Pamela asked Liz to confirm that I phoned her at home, which is how I know she was sitting there with her. What a class act she turned out to be.
I was in a terrible state and she just kept on badgering me. To end the call she said that if I need support that’s fine but otherwise I was not to phone them again. I said “I did phone for support”! and she said “No you didn’t!”.Well what was I phoning for then? Yet again she offered support but had no intention of providing any. I said “I need support.” and she said “Fine, I’ll speak to you tomorrow and hung up.
I could have attempted suicide that night very, very easily. Did she care? Did MacColl care? Did she lose sleep that night? I doubt it. Suddenly I was either not a suicide risk at all or I was still on the verge of killing myself and they were quite happy to push me over the edge. These people are not professionals in any meaningful sense of the word.
As soon as I woke up the following day I got dressed and walked down to their office, literally shaking with fear, to confront Pamela McDonald and get her to retract her nasty false allegation that I am an abuser and that I, in any way, abused Liz MacColl.
(to be contd…)