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OPINIONSocietyApril 10, 2025

The police withdrawal from mental health callouts has to stop in its tracks

A police car with blue and yellow checkered patterns is parked on the side of an empty street. The background is blurred, showing trees and street signs. The image has a blue overlay.
Image: The Spinoff

Moving from a police response to a health response to mental health crises is good in theory. But without anything to fill the gap, it’s irresponsible and dangerous, argues Mental Health Foundation head Shaun Robinson.

We rely on our police force to keep us safe from harm and danger. It’s a job they largely do well and one we’re grateful for. However, a decision about the sorts of callouts they’ll attend could put tens of thousands of New Zealanders at risk.  

Of all calls made to police, 11% are mental health-related – that’s one mental health callout every seven minutes. Calling 111 is often someone’s first port of call when they, or someone they love, is experiencing a mental health crisis. The other option is the local mental health crisis assessment team who, it has been well documented, are often strained and have limited capacity.   

The police provide a critical role in helping people access mental health support and ensuring their safety during what is often one of the toughest moments in a person’s life, and an incredibly stressful time for their loved ones.    

But from next week, the police will push ahead with the next stage of their planned transition away from this work. Running in parallel, police and health agencies have started to develop a five-year transition plan that began last year. Moving from a police response to a health response to mental health crisis is good in theory, but very little has been done to fill the gap on the ground. There is no alternative to the police yet in place and until there is, police withdrawal is irresponsible. 

I get it. It’s not the police’s core job to respond to most mental health callouts, especially where there is no risk to life or safety. They don’t have the specialist training required, and their presence, however well-intentioned, can frighten people in distress and escalate the trauma they face.  

We’ve been saying for years that the police are not the right people. But, for now, they’re the best we’ve got. 

The government can fix this – specifically, the minister of police, Mark Mitchell, and the minister for mental health, Matt Doocey.  

However, I don’t have confidence in whatever plan these ministers will claim to have. There’s no evidence of a detailed health plan or alternative mental health crisis service, and no funding commitment to support either one.  

Instead, there’s a broad and vague assumption that the mental health system will somehow plug the gaps that the planned police withdrawal will create. This is frankly ridiculous. Health is stretched beyond capacity. Staff vacancies are growing and emergency departments, which will see the next stage of reduced police support, are massively under the pump. The 70,000 New Zealanders and their families who currently call the police when they need support deserve a well-resourced, properly funded mental health response service. These are vulnerable people who deserve our compassion and care.  

Emergency departments, which will see the next stage of reduced police support, are massively under the pump (Photo: Phil Walter/Getty Images)

Replacing police involvement to mental health responses will require a range of funded initiatives. For example, we want a crisis response that involves trained mental health professionals, peer support workers, paramedics, social workers and community-led teams: responders who have specialist training to de-escalate distress and reduce the risk of unnecessary force or restraint.  

We know this approach works. There have been successful trials under way both in Aotearoa and internationally. But it will take at least three to five years of solid investment and training to build this workforce and system nationally. Until it is fully built, it is dangerous and ill-considered for police to be stepping back.   

There’s been a similar move by police in the UK. But there the government invested an extra £1 billion a year to replace police officers, including funding specialist mental health ambulances and crisis cafes where people struggling to cope can drop in for help.  

Without a similar well-documented plan and hefty investment from our government, the risk is too great, the danger too monumental.  

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Even talking about police withdrawing is causing confusion and danger. People are calling the police to be told they should call the mental health crisis team to be told they should call the police. Everyone – police, public, mental health services – needs iron-cast clarity before something goes seriously wrong.  

This planned police withdrawal has to stop in its tracks.  

At the Mental Health Foundation, we have launched a petition calling for the minister of police to stop the planned police withdrawal, until an alternative service is in its place. The petition also calls for the minister for mental health to publicly share a fully developed and costed health plan to support this transition, including how this transition will be funded in Budget 2025. Sounds reasonable, doesn’t it?  

Staying safe  

If you or someone you know has immediate safety concerns, please still dial 111, or contact your local mental health crisis assessment team. Helpline numbers are available at www.mentalhealth.org.nz/help  

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SocietyApril 9, 2025

Heaven is a dog pool party

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For one day a year, Christchurch pools open for pooches to take the plunge. 

All week I was hyping up Maggie, our rescue terrier cross, for the big day with her best friend. Ready for the pool party Maggie? With Peachy? Ready to see Peachy? At the pool party? Her absurdly large wispy ears, likely controlled by Jim Henson’s ghost, raised to the heavens, head tilting to one side and then the other. Science will tell you her reaction was due to my tone of voice and the satisfying repetition of the “p” sound. I will tell you it is because she speaks fluent English and was looking forward to the single most important day in the canine calendar. 

Since 2018, the Christchurch City Council has invited local dogs to take the plunge in select pools before they are closed and drained during the chilly winter months. Over the weekend, both Waltham and Templeton pools opened their doors to over 800 pooches that were amping to wade in the shallows, jump after sticks in the deep end, or simply bark at their reflection in a puddle. Charging just $3.80 per dog, with all proceeds going to rescue charity Dogwatch, it might just be the highest dollar-to-laugh return that money can buy in 2025. 

A group of big dogs splash around in the shallow end of a swimming pool
Party pooches in the house tonight. Image: Supplied

We showed up around 11am for the medium dog time slot (46 – 64cm) and joined a long queue behind a particularly excited huntaway. A welcoming staff member offered free samples of lamb and king salmon treats, before beckoning us in closer. “Do you… have a cat?” she whispered under her breath. We nodded, and she furtively revealed a separate, secret, unmarked box of complimentary cat treats. After paying our $3.80, another staff member eyed up Maggie like a bouncer, nodded, and opened up the glass doors into sopping wet mayhem. 

My colleague Shanti Mathias recently described Waltham Pool in our nationwide round-up of outdoor pools as an idyllic spot to while the day away, snoozing on sun loungers or reading your book on the grassy knoll. On this particular day, there was no rest or relaxation to be found anywhere. The yelps and barks bounced around the concrete walls as we followed Maggie’s wagging tail through the throng. Every single human looked completely dazed. Every single dog looked like they had just tried party pills for the first time. 

Maggie quickly found Peachy for their annual tradition of running rampant over the outdoor tables, surpassing mischief KPIs by immediately nicking another dog’s half-open packet of complimentary treats. At the deep end of the pool, golden retrievers showed off by jumping in after tennis balls (typical), whereas other rogue operators needed no incentive whatsoever. A bearded collie with an eerily human face soared off the edge of the pool and popped a spectacular manu, before dragging himself out and doing it all immediately again. 

Keen to get Maggie involved in this aquatic athleticism, my partner Joe went to purchase a tennis ball for $3 from the Wagbox dog toy stand, right next to the Cocomutt “doggie ice-cream” stand. The bright yellow ball got her attention for a split second as it sailed through the air, but proved nowhere near as tantalising as a passing Samoyed butt. “$3 quite literally down the drain,” Joe grumbled as we watched the ball bobbing in the middle of the pool. Not to worry, the manu-mad humanoid would likely be after it soon enough. 

In the sha-ha-shaaaallows. Image: Alex Casey

We had better luck in the shallows, where Maggie happily splashed around after a stick that was eventually relented to a bouncy labrador named Kenny Rogers. You gotta know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ‘em, etc. You also gotta know that when you have dozens of dogs milling about in a paddling pool, one of them is eventually going to take a piss. A black and white springer spaniel stared me dead in the eyes as it popped an aquatic squat, and remained unblinking as a pale yellow plume grew underneath the surface. 

Even after that, I couldn’t help but hike up my trousers and try to lure Maggie out a bit deeper. At last year’s pool party, we had only had her for a few months after a pretty tumultuous start to her young life, and she had been too scared to go anywhere near the water. A year later, I was ankle deep in diluted piss and begging at a frequency so high-pitched that not even the surrounding dogs could hear it. Very millennial cringe, but it didn’t matter when her little grinch feet lifted off the ground and she started to swim towards me for the very first time. 

Best $3.80 I have ever spent. Well, $6.80 if you count the tennis ball.