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The Prison Doctor
Dr Amanda Brown
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Horrifying, heartbreaking and eye-opening, these are the stories, the patients and the cases that have characterised a career spent being a doctor behind bars.
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Medicine BiographiesPART ONE
Where It All Began
2004ā2009
Chapter One
HMP Bronzefield
2019
āWait up, Doc!ā I spotted Gary, a prison officer, running towards me.
Many of the gates in the prison are alarmed, and staff have about thirty seconds to lock them before the sirens start blaring. I held the gate open. He weaved himself through in the nick of time.
I pulled the heavy gate shut, the resounding clang ringing through our ears. I locked it with one of the five keys chained to my black leather prison-issue belt. I knew which key I needed without looking; Iāve locked and unlocked those gates so many times.
We were in the central atrium at HMP Bronzefield. The largest female prison in Europe. Home to seventeen out of the twenty most dangerous women in the UK. Some high-profile murderers have been locked up here. Serial killer Joanna Dennehy, Becky Wattsās killer Shauna Hoare, Mairead Philpott who helped start a fire that killed six of her children. Then there was Rosemary West, of course, also once a prisoner there ā or āresidentā as they are referred to in Bronzefield.
The atrium roof is surrounded by windows; daylight, bright and beautiful, 60 feet above your head. In the middle of the room, five very tall synthetic trees reach towards the light. Even the plastic trees are trying to get out of there. Itās bright and airy, a far cry from the tiny cells where the prisoners spend so much of their time.
āYouāre looking tanned!ā I told him.
Gary grinned at the memory of his week of freedom.
āSeven days and six nights in Spain. All inclusive, the missus loved it. I didnāt want to come back!ā
But I knew that wouldnāt be quite true. The shifts can be long and exhausting, physically and emotionally, but for some reason we do still want to turn up for work. And itās not just because it pays the bills.
It gets into your bones. The drama, the camaraderie, the highs and lows. I can honestly say I would rather spend a Friday evening working in Reception ā meeting prisoners arriving from court, a diverse range of people, from different backgrounds, different cultures ā than be out socialising.
But then, Iām not very good at small talk any more.
After hearing the sorts of stories I have over the years, I find it hard to engage in social chit-chat. I find it hard to talk about things that are trivial. Youād think Iād relish the break, the relief from the seriousness, but I donāt think of it like that. Every day Iām part of something important. I think of it as an honour, a privilege, that people, often from completely different worlds from mine, will choose to confide in me and relate to me.
I donāt know if it was his break away from the place, but Gary was in a philosophical mood. As we walked towards the gates which lead on to the Healthcare unit, our keys jangling with every footstep, he turned to me and said, āYou know what, Doc, Iāve been thinking.ā
āUh oh!ā I teased him.
He flashed me a smile and then suddenly looked serious.
āIāve been thinking about life. This place, and why people end up here.ā
I was intrigued. āGo on.ā
Gary had been at HMP Bronzefield for fourteen years and was one of the good guys. He liked the challenge of dealing with the emotional needs of prisoners; he wanted to see them reformed.
He frowned, thinking for a moment. āI think most prisoners have had a Sliding Doors moment,ā he said. āYou know, that point in life where your life could really go either of two ways.ā
I stood back while he opened the next set of gates. Like me, his fingers found the right key without ever having to look.
We made our way into the medical suite, a selection of rooms off a narrow corridor. I waved hello to Soheila in the pharmacy.
āIt could happen to anyone, couldnāt it?ā he continued. āA moment, a random moment when your whole life hangs in the balance. Like ā¦ā He tried to think of an example.
āYouāre having a drink in a pub, a fight breaks out, you hit someone, that person falls back and smacks their head. They die. The next thing you know, youāre banged up inside for manslaughter.
āYour life can change in the blink of an eye. You know what I mean, Doc?ā
Of course I knew. After all, it was just such a moment that had led to me being there.
Buckinghamshire
2004
The warmth of the central heating blasted into my face as I walked through the entrance doors of my GP practice.
I was greeted with a smile from Kirsty on reception.
āMorning, Amanda!ā
I had no idea how she managed to be so cheerful, so early in the day.
As usual I felt daunted at the thought of how many patients I was likely to be seeing that day, but I loved my job as a GP ā however exhausting it was.
I tugged my gloves off with my teeth, and picked up a pile of letters and notes Kirsty had put aside for me. So much paperwork.
āHowās today looking?ā I asked.
āFully booked. Biscuit?ā Kirsty waved the packet under my nose.
I shook my head. āDonāt forget the lunchtime meeting.ā
āAll scheduled, she said, tapping at the calendar on her computer screen with her biscuit.
My stomach somersaulted thinking of the meeting, and the changes it might bring to my cosy practice.
In less than a month, on 1 April 2004, the new GP contract would be introduced, in which the whole pay structure for general practice would change. The basic pay would be reduced, but bonus payments could be earned if certain questions were asked and checks were done during the consultation.
I think it was intended to make GPs perform better, but I knew Iād struggle with it ā gathering such information when perhaps a patient was deeply depressed or had recently been diagnosed with cancer, might feel inappropriate.
After twenty years my patients knew me too well. They would be able to see through why I was asking the questions, and I knew I couldnāt do it just for the sake of it.
I reflected on how things had changed in the two decades since Iād started the surgery from scratch. The practice was within easy reach of London, and Iād managed to build my list up to about four thousand patients.
Iād moved with the times, always adapting to the changes within the health system and my surgery, but this latest scheme was threatening my core beliefs and principles concerning patient care. I was deeply concerned that I wouldnāt be able to change my consultation style and gather the information required to earn the bonus payments. I also had a terrible inkling that my practice partners would demand I do so.
At 1 p.m. I steeled myself for what was to come, grabbed my note book and pen, and headed along the corridor to the meeting room.
Pretty pictures of landscapes, seascapes and flowers lined my way. Iād worked hard over the years to remove the sterile feel a new-build can have, to create a welcoming environment where people could feel relaxed. Small touches like that mattered to me.
I was the first to arrive.
I sat down to wait for the practice manager and my two partners, who now co-owned a share of the surgery. They were both excellent doctors, young and ambitious, and as I had never been particularly good at managing money or the business side of running the practice, I was more than happy to let them take charge.
The door swung open. Rohit, one of my GP partners, walked in, rubbing his hands. The other two followed close behind. They took their seats.
The tension was palpable. I sat there, legs crossed, anxiety building. My heart was pounding and I felt sick.
Rohit looked directly at me. āSo, how are you feeling about the changes, Amanda?ā he asked.
We both had strong personalities and didnāt always see eye to eye.
I leant forward, crossing my arms on the table. My shirt tightened across my back, absurdly making me feel even more trapped.
Rohit leant back, giving me a tight little smile.
āWell ā¦ā I started, and didnāt stop until Iād expressed how unhappy I felt about the new scheme. I was open and honest with them about what I was ā and, most importantly, wasnāt ā prepared to do.
They glanced sideways at each other.
We were all silent for a while.
Rohit cleared his throat. āWell, if you donāt pull your weight financially, we will resent you,ā he said in an icy tone.
I felt like the wind had been punched out of my lungs.
Resent me? I was the one who had built up the practice!
I felt furious. Unappreciated. But most of all, hurt.
Resent me? To be made to feel so worthless, to be expected to live with their resentment, or toe the line to make more money ā¦
I couldnāt work like this. I wouldnāt work like this.
It was my Sliding Doors moment. In the blink of an eye, my life took an unexpected turn.
āWell, Iām leaving then,ā I said.
All three stared at me in disbelief as I slowly peeled myself out of my chair and walked out of the door.
I must have looked white as a ghost, as Kirsty on reception asked if I was all right.
āNo, Iām leaving.ā I choked back tears.
I heard her gasp, but whatever words followed were lost as I walked through the front doors, out into the cold. The wintery air hit my lungs, making it even harder to breathe.
What was I going to do now? I was forty-nine and turning my back on my career, my income, on everything.
I spun around and stared at the surgery I had created from nothing all those years ago. With itās pretty rhododendron hedge that Iād planted to give it a more welcoming, community feel. The building my property developer husband, David, had built for me. I thought about the thousands of patients on my list, many of whom had become like friends. Iād watched their children grow up, Iād listened to them when they worried, seen some make huge life changes. Iād held the hands of heartbroken elderly patients as they cried with loneliness. I hadnāt been just a doctor: at times ...