Sunday, 18 January 2026

Stories to be told, and stories that require us to be bold

Last week, I was full of a head cold. Nothing too bad, but it meant I had a more slowed down week than normal. It also meant I had more time to catch up on my reading. I was so pleased to read of the Darlington nurses and their success at an employment tribunal last week. Common sense prevailed, and we should all be truly grateful the eight nurses had the courage to put truth to power. It was a great story, with a brilliant outcome.

That said, there were some really dismal stories around in the media last week. I find it difficult to believe that so many people are really interested in the Ramsey/Peaty feud or even the Beckham family feud, and don’t get me started on the banal Molly-Mae or Eamonn Holmes sagas. Tedious is the word that comes to mind.

Equally tedious, was the painful video of the dancing Meghan and Harry – I think I must have missed something along the way as this was a post, similar to several of the social media posts I saw last week, that used the caption ‘when 2026 feels just like 2016… …you had to be there’. In 2016, I was Dean of a large School of Nursing. During that year I presented research papers in Australia, Germany, Czech Republic and Hungary. I was there then, and I’m here now. So, what am I missing?

I haven’t, however, been to Venezuela. What a pathetic and wretched story we witnessed involving Venezuela and the US President last week. The Venezuelan opposition politician, Maria Corina Machado gifted her 2025 Nobel Peace Prize medal to Donald Trump. The fact that he gleefully accepted it made me think just what a sad man he is.    

On a happier note, was an old story from Japan that had a reprise last week. This was about the introduction of blue LED lights at many of Tokyo’s railways stations. Apparently, the blue lights are said to create a ‘calming pause’, which results in subtly influencing mood during moments of distress. Since they were introduced over 10 years ago, there has been a dramatic (84%) reduction in suicide incidents at these stations. Literally lifesaving.

Not lifesaving, but there was a ‘life changing’ story that caught my eye last week. It came from a Dr Alex George. Apparently, he is a famous ‘Love Island’ star and a former A&E doctor who has been diagnosed with Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD), aged 30. Now I don’t know what a ‘Love Island’ star might be, but of course I know what an A&E doctor is; however, it was the notion that getting an ADHD diagnosis had changed his life that intrigued me.

Now, like me, you can’t have missed the number of ADHD related stories in the news over the last few weeks. There is clearly a challenging issue facing both the NHS and individuals like Dr George. Last December, our somewhat politically ambitious Secretary of State for Health and Social Care, Wes Streeting, launched an independent review into what seems to be an ever-increasing demand for assessments and treatment. Many adults and children can wait an average of eight years to be assessed and even longer for treatment. The government’s ADHD taskforce warned late last year that the people with ADHD, who have not been assessed, often struggle with education, work and social relationships. They put the hidden costs of such delays at around £179bn a year as a consequence of crime, educational underachievement, drug and alcohol misuse and mental illness.

The Guardian newspaper last week reported that NHS spending on ADHD services will be over budget by some £164m by April this year. It is perhaps no wonder then that Wes Streeting’s independent review has also been charged with considering whether there is any evidence that there might be over-diagnosis of this condition, and by implication, other mental health problems. For me, this is a story that has been nagging away in my mind for a while now.

Somehow, here in the UK and especially over the past 12 months, we seem to have conflated mental illness, autism, learning disability, and all kinds of neurodiversity into a single undifferentiated set of problems. Clearly this is not right, and such reductionist conceptualisations don't serve people living with any of these problems well. Like the Darlington nurses, I have now started to articulate my concerns at a local, regional and national level. I’m pleased to report I’m getting some very positive responses – hopefully, we will, collectively, make a difference. Everyone, whatever the diagnosis or societal label they are given, deserves to have their individual needs recognised and met.