My recent posts ‘A Controversial Barrister’ and ‘My Response To An Invitation’ describe how the investigation of institutionalised child sexual abuse or sexual abuse/exploitation in the mental health services is being deliberately hampered by fallacious allegations that it is the complainants and witnesses themselves who are actually abusers, or by allegations that they have been abused by someone else (the fickle finger of suspicion usually points at their families) or by the muddying of the waters completely by ‘therapists’ who ‘identify’ highly improbably circumstances such as ‘Satanic abuse’ or whose very dubious brands of ‘therapy’ cause huge confusion in already distressed and confused people, for example some of those therapists who specialise in ‘recovered memory’ or complex and controversial diagnoses such as Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID). Previous blog posts have described how I witnessed such confusion in the north Wales mental health services, but since writing those posts a few other worrying memories have cropped up involving patients whom I knew well.
I have a friend who asked for a referral to a specialist back in the early 90s for psychosexual problems. This man has been treated dreadfully by the mental health services; they had him arrested when he telephoned a nurse and told her that he was so suicidal that he felt like chopping a gas pipe – he ended up in prison on remand although he was never actually taken to Court for anything – fallacious allegations were made about him constantly and eventually he was refused all care and treatment even during periods when he was suicidally depressed. It was almost as if the Hergest Unit were standing back and waiting for the inevitable… Like me, this man finally obtained a full copy of his medical records via his lawyers – he was generous enough to let me read them and I was interested to see that the sort of phrases that appeared on my medical records had also appeared on his and indeed had been written by the very same people. However this man had an experience with one mental health professional whom I never came across, but who I think might have been used to contribute to the muddying of the waters when all those difficult allegations of a paedophile ring operating in childrens homes in north Wales began to crop up along with allegations of sexual exploitation and criminal conduct on the part of mental health staff in the region.
When my friend first asked for a referral for psychosexual problems, he did it through his GP. He was told that the ‘process’ was to go through the Community Mental Health Team, which was the highly abusive Arfon Team (please see previous posts for further details of their activities). He did not consider himself to have mental health problems, he was asking for advice on specific psychosexual problems. He was told that he could see a ‘sex therapist’, but that he would have to agree to be an inpatient on Seiriol Ward in Ysbyty Gwynedd (this was just before the Hergest Unit had been built). He never understood this – recently Brown has suggested that it was highly likely to have been related to the contract that the sex therapist held with the then Gwynedd Health Authority, ie. she may have only been contracted to provide a service to inpatients and thus to ensure that she was paid he had to be an inpatient. So my friend agreed to go into Seiriol Ward to access ‘help’ from this sex therapist, one Caroline Bertalot. Whilst he was an inpatient, he felt that he was shunned and excluded by nursing staff – he told me that he was made to feel ‘like a pervert’, with staff telling him that they wouldn’t ‘talk to him’ because he had sexual problems and they ‘weren’t trained’ to deal with that. But something worse than that happened. He never got to see Caroline Bertalot, although he was in the hospital for a matter of weeks. No-one told him that she wasn’t coming. When he finally enquired as to what was happening, he was told that she’d left her job. So he was allowed to sit in a psychiatric ward for a few weeks, supposedly waiting to see a therapist whom everyone knew had left her job. He later received information that there was discord between Caroline Bertalot and the mental health services – knowing how the system works, I suspect that he may have been caught in the crossfire. Unsurprisingly, he made a complaint. And it was at that point that the construction of this man as a ‘personality disordered’ potentially violent patient began. Among his medical records there was a copy of the most extraordinary letter written by the psychiatrist from Ysbyty Gywnedd whom I call Dr X on this blog (the psychiatrist who was doing some truly dreadful things behind the scenes to patients who complained) – this letter was literally a rant, with Dr X displaying an incredible amount of personal animosity to the patient, maintaining that the service ‘does not and will not’ provide psychosexual therapy. So what was going on? This patient’s distress deepened, partly as a response to his huge frustration at the conduct of the mental services towards him – which as the years passed became increasingly callous and bizarre and had to be witnessed to be believed. The mental health services then agreed to provide psychosexual counselling for his wife – but not him! So that merry go around continued for a while, but simply involved further neglect and abuse. He and his wife then wondered if they would meet rather saner people in the private sector and they made enquiries about sex therapists who operated outside of the NHS. They were told that ‘one of the best’ was a Patricia Gillan. Gillan will be very elderly now – if she is still alive – but at one time she was quite a big name and her allegedly classic text is still advertised online. She had a clinic in London – I think it was a Harley Street one – and also had connections in north Wales. My friend and his wife went to see her on a number of occasions and soon concluded that she was frankly mad and was fleecing them. She charged a very high hourly fee – and my friend, who is a businessman himself, was interested to discover that she demanded cash in hand and no receipts or paperwork were ever involved, so he presumed that she was busying herself with tax evasion. He remembered her ‘therapy’ as being frankly bizarre – it seemed to involve ‘spells’ and ‘magical thinking’, the sort of thing that one might encounter if one consulted one of the whackier alternative therapists at Glastonbury. He and his wife were completely perplexed – this woman was supposedly one of the UKs leading sex therapists. When my friend first told me about this, I presumed that Patricia Gillan must just have been yet another quack who was an example of the King’s New Clothes a la Professor Mark Williams, but now that I have documentary evidence of the UK-wide network that the north Wales mental health services were linked into and their penchant for colluding with just about anyone to shaft patients who had made complaint, I am wondering if something more sinister was happening. It was interesting to read in the Jillings Report – which was written in 1996 but not made public until many years later – that there was no therapy available in north Wales for males with psychosexual difficulties, only for women. The north Wales paedophile ring primarily targeted adolescent boys – and there was collusion with the mental health services…. My friend found it impossible to access psychosexual counselling in north Wales for many years – until he was finally referred to a nurse who repeatedly told him that he must have been sexually abused as a child (he did not grow up in north Wales), although he maintained that this was absolutely not the case. He never ever managed to obtain an adequate ‘service’ anywhere in the UK and is currently in a clinic overseas…
Regarding the process by which this man was imprisoned. As I mentioned, he rang the mental health services and said that he was so suicidal that he felt like chopping a gas pipe. He was arrested, charged and remanded in Walton Prison in Liverpool – where he was ‘assessed’ by Dr Dafydd Alun Jones! Jones diagnosed PTSD – although hours previously a prison psychiatrist had diagnosed bipolar disorder after one 20 minute interview although no medication was prescribed – and Jones recommended that my friend receive treatment for his PTSD at Jones’s ‘private nursing home’, Ty Gwyn. He was released from prison on condition that he stayed at Ty Gwyn. Although Ty Gwyn’s fees were very substantial indeed, my friend described this ‘nursing home’ as a ‘mediocre boarding house’ in which he had to share a room. They were unable to provide vegetarian options and told my friend that he’d have to go into Llandudno and buy takeaways. My friend didn’t actually see Dafydd until my friend announced that he wasn’t going to be ripped off any longer and stated his intention to discharge himself. Dafydd turned up within half an hour and told my friend that he needed ‘at least another three weeks’ of ‘treatment’. My friend told him to stick it and left. Now my friend heard no more from police or courts or prisons – although his release was conditional upon him staying at Ty Gwyn. Many years later he tried to obtain copies of the relevant documentation relating to all this from Walton Prison but was told that it wasn’t available. What’s the betting that something so dodgy had gone on that they didn’t dare release those records – or indeed rearrest him after he walked out of Ty Gwyn? My friend also discovered something else about these events when his lawyer finally obtained his medical records – it had been one Dr David Healy who insisted that he was arrested. That’s the same Dr David Healy who had told other Hergest staff that I had to be arrested if I turned up at the Hergest Unit rather than be offered treatment. Neither of us ever had Healy as a consultant. It was only relatively recently however that my friend mentioned something else that I think was salient.
Although he lived near Caernarfon, when he was arrested he was taken all the way to Pwhelli Magistrates Court who then sent him to prison. Bangor, Caernarfon and even Llangefni Courts were much nearer. He never understood why he was taken to Pwhelli. But then when I was framed for ‘threatening to kill’ Alun Davies (the manager of the Hergest Unit) I too was taken all the way to Pwhelli Magistrates Court, when I lived near Caernarfon! I also remember that the duty solicitor who attended, a man from a Pwhelli practice, was like a cat on hot bricks which was odd – the duty solicitors are usually quite laid back. After the case against me had collapsed and it was evident that the ‘witnesses’ (all staff from the Hergest Unit) had lied to the police, I investigated the possibility of suing the Hergest Unit and I got as far as a barristers opinion. But guess what – the barrister involved, a Wyn Williams, was married to a psychiatric nurse employed at the Ablett Unit! Somehow that case never got off the ground. Wyn Williams is now Justice Wyn Williams. So what’s going on in Pwhelli?
Now for a few thoughts on another case that has always worried me. After the case against me of ‘threats to kill Alun Davies’ collapsed, I was instead convicted of behaviour likely to cause harassment, alarm or distress (please see blog posts ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal system’, ‘Behind the Scenes Regarding Those Legal Happenings’ and ‘Even More Confusion Regarding Those Legal Conundrums’ for full details of the unfathomable events). The disgusting Judge Huw Daniel presided over the case and as he always did mouthed off in Court and I subsequently appeared in the local papers, along with details about me including my address. Within a few days I received a letter. It was from another Hergest patient whom had also been accused of ‘threatening to kill’ a member of staff and had been arrested. She asked me if I thought that Hergest were framing patients who had complained – I knew that they were, so I wrote back to this lady and we met several times. She had become involved with the Hergest Unit because she believed that she suffered from DID and had asked for a referral to a mental health specialist. The Hergest maintained that she did not have DID, she had what nearly all their patients had, an ‘untreatable borderline personality disorder’. She and her husband challenged this and she was subsequently accused of threatening to kill a clinical psychologist. Not only had she done no such thing but she also discovered that the man involved was not a clinical psychologist, he was a nurse who had done a PhD in the School of Psychology at Bangor University and he should not have been stating that he was a clin psych or carrying out assessments that only clin psychs are permitted to do. This lady had also been told by the dreadful Alun Davies ‘just because you’re mad doesn’t mean that you have to be bad’ and also demonstrated that a psychiatrist involved, a Dr Oberholzer, had not conducted himself as he should have. She made a formal complaint about the whole lot of them via the ‘independent’ NHS complaints process. Very unusually her complaint was upheld. The assessors agreed that she had DID not a borderline personality disorder and some very damning words were directed at Alun Davies. I also seem to remember that Oberholzer was criticised and referred to the GMC.
This lady was then offered ‘therapy’ for DID at the Hergest Unit, to be delivered by Dr X’s wife, who also worked as a psychiatrist there. The lady with DID didn’t want to go near the Hergest Unit again and she threatened to sue the North West Wales NHS Trust. The Trust then offered to fund therapy at a clinic of her choice – she requested to be treated by the Chester Therapy Centre, because there was a clinical psychologist there who claimed to specialise in DID. I was shown her CV – she was no more appropriate than Dr X’s wife would have been. She was fairly newly qualified, had not yet completed a PhD and certainly did not have the experience needed for a minefield like DID. But, as far as I can remember, she actually owned the Chester Therapy Centre, it seemed to be her own business. She recommended that the lady with DID should have ‘at least nine years of therapy’ – and the North West Wales NHS Trust agreed to fund this. The lady and her husband were delighted and felt victorious. This lady then told me a few weeks later that she had been offered a job as a ‘service user consultant’ – please read my posts about service user involvement for the ugly reality behind service user consultants. So by then, this lady and her husband thought that they had really got somewhere.
At the time that all this was happening, the north Wales mental health services had been subjected to an inspection. This lady, her husband, I and two members of Hergest staff had all made appointments to see the inspectors and had told them just how wrong things were at the Hergest Unit. But when the report arrived, it was incredible – the Hergest Unit was praised to the rafters, although two staff had blown the whistle on serious abuse of patients. Furthermore, the report had praised the ‘excellent relationship’ between the Arfon Team and the Hergest – although they hated each other so much that many of the staff were not on speaking terms and one psychiatrist at the Hergest Unit refused to work with the Arfon Team. My correspondent and her husband remarked that reading the inspection report was like reading about a completely different hospital. Brown quipped that Alun Davies had probably taken the inspectors out to dinner the night before the inspection. After this baffling report was produced I met up with this couple one more time – they were in the process of selling their house in south Gwynedd to move near Chester for the nine years of ‘therapy’. I had misgivings about a lot of things – about the whole concept of DID for a start, about a patently underqualified and inexperienced ‘therapist’ offering therapy for such a condition, about NINE YEARS of therapy and about selling what was a lovely house to go and live near a therapy centre in an area of exorbitant house prices, let alone about the job as a ‘service user consultant’. But I did think that this lady had a different view of the world than me, a different ideology and had achieved what she wanted – years of therapy three times a week and a role in service userdom. But more recently I’ve had a rethink, based on the dreadful things that I have discovered that the North West Wales NHS Trust and Hergest Unit did to anyone who complained. They destroyed them. If court cases collapsed against them, they mounted further cases. They stalked them, they leant on their employers to sack them, they told their neighbours that they were dangerous nutters – and documentation that I now have demonstrates that even if they appeared to be agreeing to ‘care for’ those patients, they were shafting them as much as possible without those patients knowing. And they would collude with anyone and everyone to do this, using a network of connections across the UK. Now the lady with DID and her husband had an awful lot of dirt on Alun Davies and the Hergest Unit and of course they had linked up with me. Davies knew this, because I now have a copy of a letter that he wrote to a third party asking how I ‘had found out’ about this lady’s case. There is no way that Davies, Keith Thomson, Martin Jones et al from the North West Wales NHS Trust will have forgotten about that lady and left her in peace – they will have gone after her. I have spent the last few months trying to trace her. She and her husband have disappeared into the Bermuda triangle that swallows up so many people who complain about the mental health services in north Wales. And the Chester Therapy Centre has changed hands and there is no trace of the lady who was going to provide the nine years of therapy. That was therapy that the North West Wales NHS Trust was funding. And if they were parting with that sort of money, they will have been in a very powerful position in relation to the person whom they were paying. So how did they stuff this particular patient over? Another arrest on trumped up charges perhaps? Therapy that caused immense damage? Or therapy that made her completely dependent that was then suddenly withdrawn pushing her into crisis? Perhaps Martin Jones would like to tell us… I do know for certain that the other major player, the nurse who was pretending to be a clinical psychologist, was hung out to dry – although it was the North West Wales NHS Trust themselves who ordered him to misrepresent himself. After the lady who caught him out had been offered her package of ‘therapy’ at the Chester therapy Centre, this man was sacked for allegedly having a sexual relationship with a patient. He maintained that their relationship only began about a year after she had been discharged, when he met her again at a party. Nonetheless he was fired, struck off from the counsellors professional body and the last I heard he was working as a carpenter. I would imagine that working as a carpenter would be rather more fulfilling and productive than working at the Hergest Unit, but of course being a man who has been sacked and struck off for having sex with a patient, if ever he should be tempted to spill the beans on the dire practices that he will have undoubtedly witnessed at the North West Wales NHS Trust nobody will take his allegations seriously.
The mental health services in north Wales didn’t just do favours for the region’s Social Services that hosted a paedophile ring, they helped out organisations in other parts of Wales that had fouled up as well. There were quite a few people around Bethesda in the 80s and 90s who had been former members of a well-known commune who were known as the Orange People – they were followers of a guru called Baghwan, who eventually became very discredited on the grounds of the huge fortune that he’d built up out of the money that his far less affluent followers gave him. The guru’s base was in India, but there had been a branch of the community at Aber and a lot of the people who had lived there eventually moved to Bethesda. I got to know one of them very well, because he turned up at the Hergest Unit. I hadn’t known him before this, but a lot of his old mates from the house at Aber had known him for ages. He turned up at the Hergest Unit well-dosed up on anti-psychotics and it transpired that he was alleged to have ‘paranoid schizophrenia’ – and somehow it had got around Bethesda that he was ‘dangerous’ no less, ‘particularly to women’. To be fair, when one of the nurses at the Hergest Unit heard this, she was very angry and made it clear that this was a baseless rumour. This man was incredibly quiet and very very shy but once you made friends with him he was quite interesting – he’d done a PhD in biochemistry in a London medical school but had joined Bhagwan’s commune soon after. But he had a much better – and more recent – tale than this. The tale of how he ended up at Hergest. He was on probation when I first met him – for allegedly assaulting a police woman in south Wales. But his story was that he had been visiting his mum who lived in south Wales when a police woman approached him and grabbed him by the arm demanding to know who he was. He maintained that he had told her to ‘get off’ him and refused to answer her questions on the grounds that he was doing absolutely nothing suspicious. She then called for back-up and a number of male police officers arrived who violently attacked him, hitting him on the head with a truncheon and causing a serious head injury. He was then arrested for resisting arrest and assaulting the officers, was remanded in custody and eventually found guilty of assault. He was assessed as having schizophrenia, put on probation and transferred back to north Wales where he had lived for many years and referred to the Hergest Unit. Now this man maintained that the officers had all perjured themselves and that at no point did he ever assault anyone. Whatever happened to him at their hands had certainly had an effect on him – he hid if he saw the police and he couldn’t even bear to watch police dramas on TV. He maintained that the police were ‘a bunch of thugs’. A few months after I first met him, one of my friends became his girlfriend and spent a lot of time at his house. She also used to attend medical appointments with him, as by then she was classed as his ‘carer’. So she was party to an awful lot of information. She told me that she had seen the photos of him after his encounter with the police in south Wales and that his injuries were serious. These photos were on his medical files and his probation files. She also told me that she had been told by Dr X – his psychiatrist at the Hergest Unit – that he had indeed been assaulted and framed by the police. And she had also been told by his probation officer that he had been framed. So all these people seemed to know that serious wrongdoing on the part of the police had occurred – but no-one piped up. Then we noticed something else. That this man didn’t seem to be psychotic – he was deeply traumatised and very shy but his mum told his girlfriend that he had always been very shy and submissive. And he certainly wasn’t dangerous to women or to anyone else. But he was regularly hauled into the Hergest Unit if he ever dared to mention that he didn’t want to be injected with anti-psychotics any longer – because he was a paranoid schizophrenic who was refusing treatment. He was also being abused by the staff in the Hergest Unit when he was an inpatient on the dreadful Taliesin Ward – his girlfriend witnessed it. She also noticed that he had no bedding. So she went to confront the staff and was told that he did have bedding but he ‘had hidden it’. She pointed out that she had searched his – very small – room and he did not have any bedding. She was reminded that he was a paranoid schizophrenic who could not be believed. At this point she got very angry because she had seen quite enough patients mistreated and she simply pointed out that he had managed to acquire a PhD so he probably knew if he had any bedding. She then found that she had great difficulty visiting him because on so many occasions when she tried to he was ‘too distressed’ to receive visitors. As far as I know, this man who was beaten senseless by the south Wales police, framed for assault and then diagnosed as a dangerous paranoid schizophrenic with the full knowledge of the Hergest Unit and the north Wales probation service is still busy being a paranoid schizophrenic and will no doubt be receiving regular doses of potentially dangerous ‘medication’ that very much seems as if it was only ever prescribed in the first place to cover the tracks of some bent coppers. There is another person in Gwynedd who also almost certainly knows that this man is unlikely to be a schizophrenic, paranoid or otherwise. That is the woman who is married to a man who was also a member of the commune in the Aber house, who had known the ‘paranoid schizophrenic’ for about thirty years before he met the south Wales police and who lived just down the road from him in the village near Bethesda – the woman who was the manager of the Bangor branch of MIND for years and who later trained as a psychiatric social worker who knows exactly how corrupt the mental health services in north Wales are but has never uttered a word, the star of a previous blog post, Alison Greenaway…Oh and after he returned to north Wales, the paranoid schizophrenic lived right next door to another social worker who at one point held a number of conversations with me in which she admitted that the social services in north Wales were utterly corrupt, that she hated her job and was desperate to ‘get out’. She did – her Linked In profile subsequently described her as a ‘social work trainer’, but she is now working as a ‘funeral celebrant’ of all things – so has run the astonishing career of Rosie Waite. No wonder the ‘schizophrenic’s’ ‘prognosis’ was so poor.
I also knew another ‘paranoid schizophrenic’ from the Hergest Unit, but unlike the man who was almost bludgeoned to death by the police, this young woman did seem to frequently be very distressed and disorientated. However, she too had some interesting experiences with the mental health services in Gwynedd, again with people known to me. No-one took a blind bit of notice ‘because she is ill’. But one thing that I noticed was that this young woman absolutely loathed Jackie Brandt, a social worker from the dreadful Arfon Community Mental Health Team. This young woman maintained that Jackie Brandt had unlawfully detained her at Ysbyty Gwynedd for a week and had left her with nothing but nightclothes for the whole time and that she had been prevented from washing or showering. This young woman’s father had been sufficiently incensed by the way that his daughter had been treated that he had made a formal complaint. The young woman told me that Brandt had ‘told lie after lie after lie’. The young woman’s father’s complaint was not upheld. This happened to the young woman about a year after Jackie Brandt unlawfully detained me at Ysbyty Gwynedd – and told lie after lie after lie when I complained about her. Guess what – my complaint wasn’t upheld either. (Please see previous blog posts for the full details of my adventures with Jackie Brandt.) Obviously nothing to worry about at all where Brandt was concerned, although she didn’t seem to have much luck with patients. The young woman who complained about Brandt was also a patient of Dr X and constantly stated that she was frightened of him. This was also considered to be part of her illness. But one day when this young woman was an inpatient in Hergest, a real hullabaloo broke out. She had made another complaint. She had maintained that the night before, she had heard loud hammering on her door and when she answered it, Dr X was there and exposed himself to her. She was furious, made a formal complaint – and was denounced as completely psychotic. Which she might have been. But both my medical records and the medical records of the man who requested psychosexual counselling who featured earlier in this post demonstrate that Dr X was doing and saying some very strange things that none of would ever have believed if we had not read the documents written and signed by him ourselves. Before this alleged night-time encounter with Dr X, something happened to this young woman that all the patients did notice though. For some inexplicable reason Dr X referred her to a ‘hormone specialist’ in London. No-one worked out why, neither the young woman – or her family who were very protective of her – requested this referral or even mentioned a suspicion of ‘hormone problems’. But off she went to London. And she came back with the most extraordinary stories regarding these ‘consultations’ – it would seem that this young woman was yet another Hergest patient who had been referred to someone who was quite mad. I think that the Hergest Unit must have had a register of crazy abusive second opinions to unleash upon patients who dared complain. Anyway, the mad old lady in London stated that this young woman had ‘an extreme form of PMT’ and put her on a special diet. But whereas the word ‘diet’ is frequently used to describe an eating regime that people adopt to lose weight, this ‘diet’ was just the opposite. It seemed to have been designed to ensure that this young woman out on as much weight as possible – in order to ‘regulate her hormones’, the mad old lady in London ordered this young woman to eat a tin of Ambrosia creamed rice every two hours throughout the day, as well as normal meals. And the young woman did, she always had a few tins of Ambrosia in her bag, and every two hours would dutifully get a tin out and eat it. She out on about 4 stone in a couple of months. She was still very distressed and disorientated and was still loaded up to the eyeballs with anti-psychotics. As well as the Ambrosia creamed rice. Regarding the anti-psychotics – Dr X maintained that this young woman was so severely ill that he was prescribing a drug for her that a lot of doctors refuse to prescribe. It was one of the ‘atypical’ anti-psychotics that was known to be lethal in about 1 in 100 patients – there were warnings everywhere that this drug really was the choice of last resort. But this young woman got it, what with her beliefs that Jackie Brandt was a lying cow who broke the law and that Dr X had exposed himself to her. I note that this drug is also associated with rapid weight gain. No doubt particularly so when co-prescribed with huge quantities of Ambrosia creamed rice. I haven’t seen this young woman for a long time, but one of my friends saw her about five years ago and said that ‘she looked like an old lady’. I think that it’s a miracle that she’s still alive.
To finish this blog post, I will conjure up another ghost from the past, a case that worried me back in the early 90s when it first came to light, before the allegations of institutional child abuse in north Wales hit the headlines. As I previously mentioned, there used to be a lot of communes in north and mid-Wales – some were benign, just groups of hippies living together, but others had more sinister reputations. One commune at Tregarth near Bangor that was always alleged to be dodgy was known as The Teachers. They used to run an ‘educational centre’ in Bangor and often tried to lure students into participating in their activities. I was warned to keep away from them within weeks of arriving at Bangor – no-one could ever explain why one should have nothing to do with The Teachers, but people were certainly warned to steer clear of them. In the following years I heard two direct allegations that children were being mistreated in the commune – one of the people who told me was the daughter of a local midwife, another person was a solicitor. About ten years later, The Teachers hit the UK media. One of the children who had grown up there who was now in her late teens, Rebecca Teacher, appeared on the Kilroy show, making allegations of very serious child abuse within the community. She also maintained that she had told both the police at Bangor and the Social Services in Gwynedd what had been going on when she was younger but that no action had been taken. There was a huge public row between her and her father, Kevin Teacher – who was the founder of the commune and the father of an awful lot of the children there – and he maintained that she was nothing but a juvenile delinquent which was evidenced by her run-ins with the Bangor Police. It all received a lot of publicity but not for very long – there was talk of Rebecca suing for the years of abuse that she maintained that she had endured, but this simply elicited allegations that she was in hot pursuit of dosh. There did not seem to ever be an investigation into her claims that she told both Bangor Police and Gwynedd Social Services what had been happening but had been ignored and returned to the commune. I have tried to trace Rebecca Teacher over the past couple of years. She too has disappeared, as did the interest in her allegations very shortly after she made them. But somebody else of course did continue to make appearances on Kilroy and other TV shows and is very much still in evidence – Dr Dafydd Alun Jones, the one time partner of Lucille Hughes, the former Director of Gwynedd Social Services who was in 2000 named in the Waterhouse Report as knowing that a paedophile ring was operating in the Social Services but failed to act!