When I worked in a high secure unit 


Years ago, when my business took a massive nose dive, I ended up working in a High Secure Mental Unit.
Business was flying. I had articles being published in Men’s Health magazine, was in the Liverpool Echo every other month, setting up training courses and had just bought my first house. I was on the crest of a wave and then all of a sudden, within the space of a few months, I was skint. Totally broke. 
A mate of mine at the time, told me to do some part time work for his wife ( who ran an agency ) in a mental secure unit. At first my response was “Fuck that Steward”, but within the space of a couple of months, I was asking him if I could speak to his wife about doing some work at the secure unit. 
The first time I got to this place, it was a sunny hot day. A Sunday. Summertime. I entered the ‘8 bedroom’ corridor, and immediately I picked up on the atmosphere. It was pretty scary and intimidating. My adrenaline was pumping and I was sweating. I was doing a 12 hour shift. It really was horrible. I was doing observations, which meant that I would spend an hour on each patient, and be checking them every 15 minutes. 
One guy that I was observing, was cross gender, A massive guy. He had a massive bandage around his leg. I had to escort him to the nurse, and the nurse pulled back the bandage. The site was unbelievable. He was a self harmer, and he was constantly self harming. He’d tried to put all kinds into his leg. You name it. Forks, knifes, Lighters, pens etc. He was massive in weight too. I wasn’t in the position to sympathise, I was totally in shock and disbelief that I was working there and my adrenaline was still pumping, which was slowly draining me. 
The other guy that I can remember had Bi Polor. He’d tied up his girlfriend in his flat ( not for sexual pleasure ) and held her hostage at knife point. He was scary. 
In the day, I later got moved to a ‘4 Bedroom’ corridor, where more, dangerous men where. One guy was on a 4-1, which meant he had 4 staff working with him and was highly dangerous. Another guy wasn’t allowed out of the corridor, because he had Bi polar too, and tried to throw himself under a train. His brother had already committed suicide
I’d not even taken any food with me that day. I was told that the food would be provided, which it was, but was served on plastic plates with plastic cutlery. 
In the back of my mind, I was thinking to myself ” what the fuck am I doing here. Where did it all go wrong. A few months ago, I was in mens health mag”. I was in total shock. 
When I left that day, it was still sunny. I could feel the sweat in my Tshirt. I’d hardly seen daylight all day
The next time I went, I took food with me and I was a bit more prepared. I even had a piece of paper and a pen ( which you weren’t allowed to have, due to patients self harming)
Any tiny spare time I had, I would right down notes and plan, how I was going to turn things around. ( Later on would start writing Boxing combinations, to use in my classes), and move back on to bigger and better things. 
I did a control and restraint course for the agency, which by law you have to do, but no way was it going to protect me in a situation. I was already doing Ju Jitsu once a week, so decided to step it up, to 4-5 times a week, helping me get to black belt and second dan. I then started doing Kung Fu too. I was already a NLP practitioner and Life Coach, but now would spend my spare time reading books and listening to motivation cd’s
As the weeks went by, I learnt that I had to calm myself down, and couldn’t be on the patients wave length, as the adrenaline would drain me. I ended up doing loads of restraints, which were really scary. Staff would get bit and kicked. I was one of the lucky ones. But, I continued to plan and plot, how I was going to move on, and achieve my dreams, absolutely without doubt.   
12 Years Later.

Anyhow, I’m still here and I survived. And guess what, I now have 150 people a week coming to my classes. And I charge top rate for Private Personal Training and Coaching. This month, I’ve had just over 40 inquiries for my Boxercise classes
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So, during the dark times or tough times, I really had to coach myself out of it. It’s still not all bright and sunny for me ( although I’m getting there ) , I still have work to do and have to keep focussed. But, with all the experience that I have, and all that I have been through ( I’ll share more stories with you soon ) . I have the know how, in helping you get from where you are now, to where you want to be
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