I was attacked by a 14-year-old boy and five of his mates in East London at 1am, while walking home from a party with my 6ft+ mate. They were hanging round a bus stop and I just knew what was about to happen. After a shout from Mazlum Sigirtmac , the leader, of "Allahu Akbar [God is Great!]," he took a brick to my head. My eye socket exploded, forcing my left eye so far back in my head I was 3mm from having a glass eye to go with the titanium socket and most of the left side of my face. The frontal left lobe of my brain, described by my private consultant psychiatrist as "the bridge" (Star Trek, not river crossing), where command and control happens. (I wouldn't normally go private, especially as no Bupa/AXA/PPP etc insurance policy covers mental health, I know because my employer offers it free, apart from the 40% tax I pay on something I've never used. It doesn't cover ganglions, broken metatarsals, squint surgery related to the metal face or anything above the neck. However, on the day of Sigirtmac's trial, the one boy they'd bothered to charge (100% clean-up rate for minimal financial outlay, except the other five will probably blow up the Tube soon) I literally (and I work for a national newspaper so I MEAN literally, could not stand up. I crawled to the bathroom. Post Traumatic Stress had been lying in wait and had just kicked in. My boyfriend phoned the GP and he said to try breathing exercises. An emergency appointment would be made with a Tower Hamlets NHS psychiatrist as soon as possible, no longer than nine months!
The next day I was eased into a cab and spent 90 minutes and £350 talking to the shrink in Harley St, after 50mg of diazepam (Valium), IV, to stop me shaking and loosen my up without passing out.
Fortunately there was an adjournment in the trial as the Turkish translator failed to turn up. (His mum didn't speak English. There is no dad).
By the time the new hearing came round, I had been stabilised on seven drugs. My career as a highly-regarded young hack and co-winner of the D&AD Black Pencil (an international design award like an Oscar, except they'd never given it to a paper and rarely give it to anything!) was over. For now I still go but my memory is so bad and I get so tired that there isn't much I can do. I was off for months at a time over a period of 5 years. I have brain damage, memory loss and personality change consistent with the scar through my left eyebrow (quite sexy), PTSD, attention deficit disorder, bi-polar disorder, Asperger', severe depression and anxiety so severe I score 47/42 on the Beck scale. I haven't had an erection since 2006. I piss the bed. There's more but it's embarrassing.
I owe £52,000, all medical. A month's supply of dexamfetamine to keep me awake at work is £283 (450mg of valium, 5mg t.d.s, is only £8 as drugs go out of licence after 20 years. My GP will prescribe some but not others (the dexies (yes, the band are named after it, it's clean speed, basically) and diazepam are among the most addictive drugs known to man. There is much more (two suicide attempts); stuff I can't mention in case colleagues read it, although can I just take this opportunity to ask the books team, especially the editor who has the loudest, poshest voice that she uses to *** me off (I wrote a thing moaning about our lazy racism in assuming Scotland and the other sticky out and up bits are exactly like England when the weather, school terms, jury system (15, + 3 verdicts), education, uni (degree takes 4 years), no law of trespass, no Tory MPs, we like the French (and tons more, all from before devolution). The joke's on her though as I'd headed it "Language worthy of Edward I" and she asked the person next to her, in a voice so loud it was annoying 50m away, who Edward the first was. The Books Editor.
Mazlum got 200 hours community service. Your boyfriend took a hammer to a man's head without knowing what the outcome of his actions might be. He should get a life sentence. I did.