With or Without Your Consent
June 21, 2008 at 4:14 am (ASW, mental health, social work, work)
Tags: approved social work, assessment, ASW, health, hospital, mental health, mental health act assessment, psychiatric hospital, sectioning, social work, uk
Last week was quite a difficult one for me, work-wise. I’ve already mentioned a couple of the Mental Health Act Assessments I did a few days ago. There was another one yesterday and it was the most troubling I have been party to.
At the moment, I’m still a little raw. I’ll say is that, even though I was not alone in the process (I’m still at that stage post-training, pre-warranting when I am supervised), the supervision really is back-seat as I need to establish that I am able to carry out the role without the supervision. Yesterday felt like that, but the difference was, I knew the person I was assessing well, and he knew me. I’ve visited him and his family many times - offered help and assistance according to a good strengths-based model - worked on needs as he presented - all very fine and admirable person-centred work if I do say so myself!
I even persuaded him to come to hospital as an informal patient when I saw he was deteriorating to what I considered to be a critical level. I saw him and his family through that initial period of his first experience of a psychiatric hospital. And then, after a few days, he decided he wanted to leave.
During the Assessment, I still had to take that formal role, introduce the assessment, explain the process to him. He first asked me not to section him. Then he pleaded with me, and then he begged. Please don’t do this to me. He said. Repeatedly. You can’t do this to me. He said, sobbing. How can you do this to me.
Before the assessment, in my heart, I’d wanted him to be a bit better. To come back round to the informal admission route. I actually really really didn’t want to write out the papers (n.b not sign them - I still can’t sign them.. ).
You can’t do this to me, he said.
But we did. And I told him after the decision had been made. According to the training, that is a part of the role of the Approved Social Worker.
His wife was with him during the assessment and she handed me a piece of paper afterwards, asking me to phone the children and let them know. I did that. They, along with his wife, agreed that it was what he needed. The interview established absolutely no doubt that he was desperately unwell and needed to be in hospital.
To me, it was a difficult day.
I have considered, pondered, reflected on it a lot.
The most difficult thing, I think, was that the role seems to conflict with all the values that I have worked with in the.. oh.. 8 years, since I qualified (I feel old now!). I have spent years working to a person-centred model on the basis of consent (as far as possible) - persuading, building therapeutic relationships, working to empower people - and then this. It seems to conflict with all that. It is an area of Social Work so different from any I had been party to previously - I spoke to one of the managers about it yesterday, and he reminded me that it is sometimes the same in Child Protection work, or in Forensic work. I reminded him that although that might be the case, I haven’t worked in those areas so FOR ME it is something new. Sure, I’m not the first social worker in the world to experience these feelings, but they are new FOR ME.
The other aspect I considered was about the role of power in our job and relationship.
The assessment was very much an obvious and opaque display of my power over him. The different levels. When I visit at home or in other capacities, I chat and I smile. I try to pretend that although I’m there to help, it is all consent-based.
In the Mental Health Act Assessment, it’s about power. I can detain you. Whether you consent or not. It jumps out at you. You say the words, explain the legal positions and all of that contributes to the power imbalance. You try and do the best you can to establish a relationship after that to get the information. But the power is obviously disproportionate. And it feels uncomfortable.
I am confident in the decision that was made. But holding onto the implications of that decision to detain or not, is something that is crucial to the process. It was not and is not done lightly. Not by any means.
Of course, the power imbalance is always there in the relationship and has always been there. You can hide it in ‘person-centred’ words but in the end, I’m still an ‘agent of the state’, even with scruffy shoes and jeans.
It just became all the more obvious yesterday.



