I want to write this post as close as possible to giving evidence at the General Medical Council (GMC) tribunal investigating Dr Murphy’s fitness to practice. To capture the essence and rawness of the experience.
The unnecessary and unchecked brutality. And destruction.
It’s a pretty and long detailed account. That is writing trauma.
[I also acknowledge our GMC solicitor and colleagues who have done what they can to try to ease this journey.]
Weeks of dread led to Rich and I setting off to Manchester (earlier than planned) by train on Monday. Summer holiday travel. Young kids and families. Excitement and crisps.
Our summer has been blighted by the timing of this tribunal.
Rosie decided to come too after I was unable to speak to her on the phone on Sunday evening (after writing this post). I simply couldn’t speak.
Stirring up the horror of what happened four years…
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