Ella Sobs Her Heart Out

By the end of 2019 (27 December), Ella had already been reduced to the depths of sobbing misery, at her incarceration. Social services so-called minutes of her “best interest” meeting dismissed her protests as nothing but “occasional distress”. (Distress usually is occasional. That does not excuse the breach of her human rights.) Ella was not even allowed to attend, to put in a single word, of her own, about her own best interests. Whereas, the "professionals" were, as "The Chair" called them, all agreed (in group-think lock-step) to take away her freedom to go to her home, she worked so hard for, to be with the son, who lived with her, for seventy years.
Instead of social services zero words for Ella, I have had to chronicle my mothers suffering, in over a hundred thousand of her words, keeping the authorities informed of their inhumanity, for more than a year, now.
Ella is a pleasant person, with a good humor, who puts a brave face on things. However, this October 2020, Ellas morale hit rock bottom, again. And that is after a very bumpy ride, indeed. I felt obliged to stress that, in the title, Ella Sobs Her Heart Out, of this, my journal, number eight, in the series: Family-splitting.
Generally speaking, the carers are nice friendly people. I liked carers, I met. The care home manager said “I'll do my best” to help me bring Ella home.
(I could not say the same for social services. Their family splittings, also of children from parents, cause untold misery in society. Politicians career "love of bureaucracy" [Greg Dyke] over democracy; their love of incumbency over democracy, thru dud voting methods; the authorities corruption, by power over others, is root cause of the social disaster of social services.)