The dog started going mad at the front door yesterday morning and that generally means that the postman has delivered some bills, my daughter walks in and tosses a brown envelope at me, “oh no dad, its a brown envelope” she said knowing that it could be my ESA assessment result. I felt sick as I sat staring at the envelope, “it’s bad news, I know it” and before I could finish those words my family all yelled “just open it”.
It was obviously a good few pages, I was convinced that the whole nightmare and stress off being scored inadequate points or zero points as happened before was about to start again. I pulled out the contents and saw it wasn’t about ESA but my DLA, I felt even worse because I was convinced it was going to say they were swapping me over to PiP, of course I was worrying about nothing because the letter was just an updated letter about my DLA award.
This happens to me every time I hear the mail arrive, I’m either stressing about receiving a letter asking me to fill in a Limited capability to work form or worrying that I’m being assessed AGAIN or waiting for the results of that assessment and that’s where I am at the moment. That’s just ESA, as I said there is then the worry that I’m now being switched over to PiP, after years ago I was awarded DLA indefinitely but soon after we all found out that an indefinite award no longer means anything, everyone will be switched to PiP and have to have assessments just like ESA and if it’s anything like the ESA assessments, insuring to cause more stress and more stress causes more pain!
This whole mess is thanks to our current government, it reminds me of the whole poll tax mess that Margaret Thatcher and her chums gave the country, except back then people stood up together to fight against it, now it’s just those of us who are reliant on disability benefits and the media does what it can to persuade the working public that it’s justified because of fraudulent claims. David Cameron and his mob have caused misery to people who already have enough to deal with, what surprises and upsets me the most is that Cameron’s have firsthand experience of disability and I thought that would have meant that we had someone who would understand and care what happens to us.
Until next time!