Letters: No help for child


No help for child

At four years old, my son was subjected to the most terrifying experience - the Christchurch earthquakes.

Now aged seven, that horror is deeply embedded into who he has become.

Too terrified to continue living in Christchurch, I decided to bring my family to the safety of my home town.

We relocated to Blenheim leaving behind an almost unliveable home - no, not leaving it, rather it is handed to EQC so they can ball it up and hurl it at your face just so you don't forget the cruelness that's been dealt to you.

Growing up in Blenheim, I lost a few decent people to suicide due, I'm sure, to mental health and life problems that could easily be fixed. I have come to understand why there is no helpful care and support in Blenheim.

My son went through Child, Adolescent Mental Health Services for over a year, only to be discharged. He is unable to attend school due to problematic behaviour. He feels like a failure, talks about dying and threatens self-harm. He cannot learn.

I am taking it upon myself to give my son the best chance in life. I'm moving to Wellington in the hope that somebody can help him.

My son's counsellor, the Marlborough police, the doctors at the hospital, the Ministry of Education psychologist, friends, family - all see a little boy in huge danger of no return but, like myself, they are left totally helpless.

My heart breaks every day for the little man in my life and his struggles and the lack of anything that Child, Adolescent Mental Health Services Marlborough has given him or us.




Kaikoura candidate

I see the grape industry's man has been given the nod to be the National Party candidate for the Kaikoura electorate in the next general election.

Reading the column he wrote ["Voice for Kaikoura", Express, December 19] reminded me of a story concerning a hut-bound hunting party, one of whom had written a book. Inquiring of his companions if any of them had read it, one lad replied in the affirmative.

"What did you think of it?" asked the author hopefully.

"Well, since you ask," replied the somewhat reluctant critic, "I thought there more I's in it than in a sack of seed potatoes."



Illogical cod rules

It appears illogical to me that a judge can rule that one man can carry filleted cod at sea and the ruling be "without precedent" ["Fishery ruling one-off - judge", Express, December 23]. Surely it is either illegal or not. What are the rest of us to do?

Neil Wilson quite correctly points out [Letters, Express, December 27] that a number of the current regulations around blue cod fishing are "silly" and should be properly addressed.

Unfortunately, though, I cannot agree with his suggestion that the minimum size be 33cm as this, in my humble opinion, would lead to greater mortality with the increased number of smaller fish released, especially in the Queen Charlotte Sound.

I believe the key is in encouraging good fishing practices and techniques and releasing the larger cod caught.

But then again, I've only been doing it for 20 years so what would I know?


Sounds Connection


Apostrophe's year

Here's to 2014, when the Awatere folk will no longer have to boil their water, the grapes are left alone to grow in peace and quiet as nature intended, and everyone learns how to properly use the apostrophe. (Yeah right.)



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