Grimy psychiatric ward could make patients more ill

I recently visited the women’s psychiatric ward of the Georgetown Public Hospital and I felt that were it not for the Grace of God I could have become mentally ill from just the appearance of the area and the depressing conditions under which its two patients were housed.

A mother’s pain: Son lost to drugs, then to injustice

“There are always the memories, there are tears sometimes too. Quite a lot of memories, but I console myself with the fact that according to my faith in the resurrection I would see my son again under better circumstances.” The words of Claudette Fredericks who lost her son just about five months ago.

No blueprint for motherhood

“Sometimes I feel as if I am going out of my mind and then at other times I feel guilty as if I am not doing enough and I am failing them,” she said with a sad shake of her head.

No justice for her daughter

– mom questions need for juries in rape trials

“I am disappointed, and for me from my point of view I wouldn’t encourage nobody right now to go and try to get justice because if she did not get justice I don’t who could.

Struggles of a single mom

“Being a single parent has it positives and  its negatives. For me I have learnt to look past the fact that I am a single parent because honestly sometimes I don’t even remember that these children have a father.” The words of a 38-year-old mother of three (ages 13, 10 and 8) who gets little or no support from the father of the children.

Poor treatment at the GPHC

“The worst part was being there and looking at my mommy feeling so uncomfortable on that hard, wooden bench.

Ending the Christmas season

“You know I don’t really get to enjoy me fairy lights and Christmas decorations because now is time to tek down and is like only the other day I put them up,” Marian said with some amount of genuine disappointment.

Watching life pass her by

“I does sit down in the yard all day. I don’t mix or nothing but I does just sit down in the yard because I don’t have nothing to do.” The words of a 21-year-old mother of one who lives in a depressed community in Georgetown.

A woman’s woes

  “You think I am happy?” she asks, her panting signalling that her baby is getting more difficult to carry by the minute.