The total cunts.
Steven's support worker has just spent the last hour reading back this blog. He said to me: "There's something we never told you at the time Mark. We knew how much it would upset you".
For the first few days of Steven being in the Unit, he was convinced that I had died. The staff had told him he was there because I was ill and Steven put two and two together and made six.
"Want to go to the hospital to see Mark Neary".
"Mark Neary's gone to live in heaven".
"Mark Neary's gone up the heavy side layer like Grisabella cat".
"Won't see Mark Neary anymore".
The Unit had a policy that there should be no contact between the "resident" and their family for the first two weeks and nothing would make them relax this policy.
Steven wasn't even allowed to phone home to see if I was still alive.
The Unit stuck to their policy and logged Steven's distress as examples of "challenging behaviour that needed further assessment to elucidate the motivation".
Cruel beyond words.