Poor Dorothy became mentally ill and her behaviour was upsetting the other residents in the nursing home where she lived. Despite the best efforts of her community psychiatric nurse it was clear that she would have to be admitted to hospital for treatment. And so it was that an Approved Social Worker, a psychiatrist and I went to see her to carry out an assessment under the Mental Health Act.
There was no doubt in our minds that she needed admission, but when we told her what was going to happen she became indignant. "I'm not going to no hospital" she declared, "I'm not daft!" At which point the social worker leant forwards solicitously and reached out to hold Dorothy's hand. "We're not saying that you're daft for one minute, Dotty."