THANKS to the tireless work of Charlet Crichton, co-founder of the vaccine injury support group UK CV Family, and herself vaccine injured, we have been able over the last year to publish some first-hand accounts from amongst the now near half million people officially reported to have suffered vaccine injury, some 75 per cent of whom the Medicines Health products Regulatory Agency (MHRA) acknowledges have been seriously harmed. And this, as the MHRA admits, may be only 10 per cent of the true number.
Their personal stories tell of the ordeal inflicted on them by the various Covid vaccines in a way that cold data cannot convey. They tell of the double devastation of finding themselves ignored and ‘denied’ by an NHS that still has not acknowledged vaccine injury, let alone its range and extent. Adding insult to injury there has been no compensation or financial help either. Progress on the reform of the unfair and inadequate Vaccine Damage Payment Scheme (VDPS) which we first reported on in March 2022 (also here and here) which proceeds complacently at a bureaucratic snail pace despite the best efforts of Sir Christopher Chope MP, is non existent. Not surprising perhaps, for as Sir Christopher has pointed out in Parliament, ‘our own Government do not even recognise post-vaccine syndrome’.
It is only thanks to this one courageous and persistent MP that the NHS has made any payments at all. We have just learnt, from a reply to a recent FOI request by Research Professional News, that only 72 payments have been made and a further 24 claims for disablement from jabs approved. Alarmingly, the official answer to the FOI revealed that 1,614 claims of the total 5,708 received have been rejected outright – on what grounds it did not say – but that 109 did not meet the ‘service’s criteria’ for medical assessment. The £11million odd paid out is paltry. Compared to the gross but casual waste involved in the several billion-pound scam Covid contracts from PPE to lateral flow tests, and the billions lost in fraud and never-to-be-redeemed furlough payments, it should make MPs hang their heads in shame.
The full FOI answer which can be found reported here, also reveals (again despite the best efforts of Sir Christopher Chope) that the payment remains at a one-off £120,000, an amount which has not changed in years, its value further eroded by inflation. MPs really should have very bad consciences. These people got vaccinated in good faith – they were told it was their duty and it was safe. Now they have to live their lives with appalling consequences that include paralysis, limb loss, blindness, stroke and heart damage and many, many other vaccine-inflicted disabilities.
It is a stain on this Government and on Parliament. And it is why we have decided to republish these stories over the final days running up to the Parliamentary recess on July 20 to try to force this issue to MPs’ attention; to prick their consciences, and make them aware that it is their duty to see that this gross injustice is rectified at the very least through a reformed and responsive compensation scheme, and also, importantly, through the removal of the vaccine manufacturers’ indemnity.
Today’s article is by CHARLOTTE SINCLAIR and was first published on December 10, 2022.
I’m 22 and the Covid vaccine has taken my life from me
GRIEVING for your old life is one of the hardest aspects about being vaccine-injured. It’s grieving for all the milestones that should have been met, the memories that should have been made, the dreams, shattered and stolen, in the blink of an eye.
Before the pandemic, I had just started university, excited to begin a life dedicated to the stage, a life that I had worked so hard for. There was nothing I wanted more than to be doing what I loved, to be singing my heart out every night.
Now, there is nothing I want more than my life back.
At just 22, I feel as if I have switched lives with an elderly, frail woman, who can do no more than shuffle from her bedroom to her bathroom. I have swapped running up the stairs for a stairlift, performing to an audience for my bed, and my dreams for just dreams. My heart used to race with adrenaline after singing to sold-out theatres; now it races ten times faster just washing my hands. I used to innocently talk in code with my friends for fun, now I do it to avoid getting struck down as ‘misinformation’, and consequently bringing down whole support groups because I dared speak to speak about what happened to me.
I was initially told it was anxiety. I’d never heard of anyone being rushed into the resus area with anxiety. Neither had the cardiologists when I ended up in there; they were far more interested in whether there was any history of SADS. Many months later, I was diagnosed with the heart conditions supraventricular tachycardia (SVT), inappropriate sinus tachycardia (IST) and postural orthostatic tachycardia (PoTS), caused by the very thing that was supposed to save my life, not ruin it.
Seventeen traumatic months of gaslighting, pain and suffering later, my old life is nothing more than a distant memory. I watch my friends enjoying their lives and it’s bittersweet. Sometimes I think we are on different wavelengths. Their biggest issue is boys; mine is whether or not I’ll make it through the night.
I used to look in the mirror before going out with my friends. Now, when I look, I barely recognise me. There is a girl dressed like me, staring back at me, but she isn’t me. Her eyes are dull and tired, where they once shone, and a smile has been plastered on to hide the sheer pain of her entire world burning down around her. She is begging herself to hold on.
There are always going to be times where you think your life couldn’t get any worse. I thought I knew bad days and broken hearts, where I’ve lost those I’ve loved. I never once considered that the most painful heartbreak of all would be losing myself. I hope I find her again one day, when justice is served. Until then, whilst there are moments where I resent the woman I have become, I must learn to admire her, for she is the manifestation of the determination it takes to be me.
UKCV Family Support is running a fundraiser here.
A legal fund has also been set up and is already helping to fund legal cases and advice for VDPS appeals – it can be found here.
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