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Jami-Lee Ross speaking outside the Wellington Central police station  (Radio NZ, livestream)
Jami-Lee Ross speaking outside the Wellington Central police station (Radio NZ, livestream)

SocietyOctober 23, 2018

Please stop being eggs about Jami-Lee Ross and mental health

Jami-Lee Ross speaking outside the Wellington Central police station  (Radio NZ, livestream)
Jami-Lee Ross speaking outside the Wellington Central police station (Radio NZ, livestream)

The Botany MP is experiencing mental illness – and he, like the women he has hurt, and his family, are as deserving of help and support as anyone else. Public speculation and privacy violations only serve to hinder this, writes Scout Barbour-Evans

Scout Barbour-Evans is an expert in being mentally ill, living with PTSD, Bipolar Disorder and recovering from Anorexia Nervosa. They are passionate about equitable access to healthcare, whether mental or physical, reducing stigma around mental illness, and improving the mental health system.

On Saturday, now-Independent MP Jami-Lee Ross was detained by police and admitted to a psychiatric ward under the Mental Health (Compulsory Assessment and Treatment) Act. According to this and to the Privacy Act, the only people who should know this has happened are his immediate family, the Speaker of the House, and any police, ambulance and mental health staff who may have seen him in this time of crisis. So why is it public knowledge that he is in hospital?

It’s striking that a mere two weeks after Mental Health Awareness Week, everyone’s suddenly forgotten that they had been prancing around singing about nature and reducing the stigma of mental illness. The public speculation is hideous. Tin-foil hat types have sprung up everywhere crying political conspiracy, demanding his treatment information from the authorities. The media have been just as atrocious – Newshub even publicised which hospital Jami-Lee had been admitted to.

The women who have come forward alleging abuse or harassment by him have been blamed by commentators for his breakdown. MPs in the National Party, his former colleagues and indeed “friends”, have proved they’ve never really cared about mentally ill people either through their vile insults, comments and statements using words like “embarrassing”, “deranged” and the like.

The public are in shock. “He was detained by police!”, they’re crying, as if the New Zealand Police don’t have special responsibilities under the Mental Health Act to escort someone in crisis to safety.

“He doesn’t have his phone!” they moan, as if to say that even if phones were permitted on most psych wards, a person can pause their acute psychiatric crisis to pack a suitcase and take the dog to the kennel like they’re going on a nice wee holiday.

“They’re gonna force him to have electroconvulsive therapy!”, they agonize, as if there aren’t special safeguards to ensure this therapy isn’t misused and that other more suitable treatments aren’t tried first.

“This is unprecedented!”, they bray, as if there are not New Zealanders being assessed and treated under the Mental Health Act every day out of sheer need.

“All branches of New Zealand government need to step up and give us more information!”, the public hollers, conveniently forgetting that members of parliament don’t actually give up their right to privacy in their personal life upon election like we like to think they do.

Look, let me be straight up here. Can New Zealand just collectively take a deep breath and stop being eggs about this for like two minutes? Jami-Lee Ross might have abused and harassed women, and might be a member of parliament, but the minute we pick and choose whom we apply human rights to is the minute those rights begin to be eroded for the general public.

Every one of us in New Zealand has a right to healthcare, and a right to privacy. Our mental health system is shockingly under-resourced, and being put under the Mental Health Act is one of the most disempowering, terrifying experiences you can ever have. It’s also really hard to be put under, and even harder to be admitted to a psych ward. Nobody is using the Mental Health Act as political weaponry because it is stretched to the max already. If someone is under the Mental Health Act, it means they are genuinely, seriously, majorly unwell and it is a last resort.

So let’s stop speculating, yeah? Because it’s Tuesday after Labour Weekend, so the week has just started, and not only is it gonna be hell for Jami-Lee’s family and the women he has hurt, but it’s gonna be hell for the thousands of New Zealanders who have been in a psychiatric ward, who have been under the Mental Health Act, or who have had to sign the paperwork for someone they’re close to to be committed under the Mental Health Act.

Jami-Lee happens to be experiencing mental illness – and he is just as deserving of help and support as anyone else. The women he has hurt, and his family, are also deserving of this help and support. Public speculation and privacy violations only serve to hinder this.

Mental illness is serious, and it’s scary. It’s also survivable, and you can even thrive alongside it. I promise. Mental illness does not make someone inherently abusive or harmful or “bad”. The kindest, sweetest people in my life have been people with schizophrenia or bipolar disorder or any other mental illness. You don’t have to be mentally ill to be an egg.

 

Support services

Need to talk? Free call or text 1737 any time for support from a trained counsellor.

Lifeline – 0800 543 354 or 09 5222 999 within Auckland.

Samaritans – 0800 726 666.

Suicide Crisis Helpline – 0508 828 865 (0508 TAUTOKO). Open 24/7

Depression Helpline  – 0800 111 757 or free text 4202. This service is staffed 24/7 by trained counsellors

Samaritans  – 0800 726 666

Healthline – 0800 611 116

Counselling for children and young people

Youthline – 0800 376 633, free text 234 or email talk@youthline.co.nz or online chat. Open 24/7.

thelowdown.co.nz – or email team@thelowdown.co.nz or free text 5626

What’s Up – 0800 942 8787 (for 5–18 year olds). Phone counselling is available Monday to Friday, midday–11pm and weekends, 3pm–11pm. Online chat is available 7pm–10pm daily.

Kidsline – 0800 54 37 54 (0800 kidsline) for young people up to 18 years of age. Open 24/7.

For more information about support and services available to you, contact the Mental Health Foundation’s free Resource and Information Service on 09 623 4812 during office hours or email info@mentalhealth.org.nz

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SocietyOctober 23, 2018

The Spinoff reviews New Zealand #72: Kowhai Park, the nation’s best playground

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Best playground in New Zealand? According to whom, exactly? Tara Ward and her kids review Whanganui’s greatest claim to fame.

This article was published in October 2018

In last week’s debut episode of The Great Kiwi Bake Off, one contestant made a statement that shook me like an underbaked ornamental trifle terrine. “I’m from Whanganui,” said amateur baker Clayton, “and it’s a fact we’ve got the best playground in New Zealand”.

Woah there, Clayton, step away from the cooking sherry. On one hand, that’s a bloody bold claim; on the other, anything that inspires a masterpiece like this must be a truly magical place.

Recall this Jurassic Sweet!

When chocolate cake calls, you always answer. I decided to visit Kowhai Park to see if it really was the nation’s best playground, to leave no swing unswung, no see-saw unseen-sawn in my pursuit of the truth. I would look that dinosaur between the eyes to see who blinked first. I was Laura Dern in Jurassic Park, I was Mary Berry with a soggy bottom, but mostly I was hungry. Hungry for adventure. Hungry for cake.

Readers, Clayton was right. Kowhai Park is everything.

Is that octopus buried alive?

Kowhai Park is a paradise with no beginning and no end, a technicolour portal into another world. There’s a giant octopus with swings dangling from its tentacles. There are sprinklers and water guns and seats made of turtles. The Three Bears wait for porridge that will never come, the merry-go-round is indeed both merry and round, and a castle sits next to a pirate ship that’s surrounded by a Tiny Tot Railway that hoons past a trio of moa lurking in the bushes.

No wonder Barney Rubble looks stunned. He gets to stare at this majestic vision all day, every day.

The magic of Kowhai Park began the moment I arrived. My children launched themselves out of the car and disappeared, joyfully sucked into the vortex of Nursery Rhyme Land. I had no idea where they went, and I didn’t care. I was too busy being The Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe, climbing inside a giant boot to squeeze my aged buttocks down a child-sized slide and slither through the worn-out toe.

You can be anything in Kowhai Park. I was just a girl, standing in front of Fred Flintstone, asking him to love her.

In the marine area, swings dangle from a giant sea snake’s stomach and a whale has its mouth forever ajar.  I climbed my own personal Everest to sit atop a rocky iceberg, surrounded by a sea of silently smiling penguins. There’s no global warming in Kowhai Park, and wherever my children were, I knew old mate Humpty Dumpty would watch over them like the one-eyed guardian angel that he is.

I mean, this a face you can trust, right?

This egg is saying ‘Up2?’

Kowhai Park belongs to another time and place, when playgrounds spread themselves over a gazillion hectares and health and safety was a sign saying ‘Welcome to Kowhai Park’. Built in the 1950s, this place has seen generations of children tunnel under the volcano and launch off in the rocket ship. Miss Muffet’s sat on that tuffet for nigh on 60 years, and you can bet your concrete porpoise she’s seen some shit go down.

It’s a playground oozing with nostalgia and old school charm. The stainless-steel slides guarantee a classic summer burn on the backs of your thighs, and the whole nursery rhyme zone harks back to a time when it was fun to chant a poem about a financially deprived woman who mistreats the thousands of hungry children she’s single-handedly raising inside a boot. Good times, New Zealand. Good times.

Whatever, that big shoe is SO CUTE.

What food is she waiting for, she’s a statue! She can’t eat.

Here’s the boring but important stuff: yes, there are toilets, and yes, they are clean. The park is free, though there’s a small cost for the train that runs every weekend. It’s not fully enclosed and is next to the Whanganui River, but the main play area has good wheelchair and buggy access. Parking is right outside, there’s plenty of shade and picnic tables, and there’s even a free barbeque area. You’ll find it inside the giant pumpkin, of course.

It might be a bit chipped around the edges, but Kowhai Park makes the world a better place. I mean, look at these seals. You can’t fake this kind of happy.

Seals in love!

But what of the inspiration for Clayton’s cake of dreams? As I climbed up the Brontosaurus’ spiky tail, Kowhai Park stretched out before me, a rainbow of joy sparkling in the afternoon sun. I threw my old woman husk of a body down the slide. It burned the back of my thighs, and I was as happy as a seal stuck to concrete.

Verdict: As delicious as the rice-crispy hind legs on a chocolate dinosaur cake.

Good or bad: So good it burns.