Today I had a PiP assessment appointment, I knew it was going to be rough because I was having a flare up and our request for a home assessment was refused. The appointment was for 10.45 and we arrived five minutes early.


Screenshot of the PiP assessment centre on Streetview, taken when it was empty.

I had hoped that the appointment would be on time because being sat stationary in my wheelchair pushes my pain higher, unfortunately half an hour later I was still waiting. I used to rarely cry and would be embarrassed if I did, but today my pain was so high that it brought me to tears.

When we finally went through for the assessment I laid on the examination table because I couldn’t stay sat.

We were in the room for a couple of hours as the woman went through the various questions, this was my first (hopefully last) PiP assessment but I have had my fair share of ESA assessments and the woman we saw today was by far the nicest and most empathetic out of all of them.

We all know that stress is guaranteed to push pain levels up and having this change from DLA to PiP has caused me massive amounts of stress, of course it’s not over yet, I have to how wait for the result and award or failure and until I get that letter, I will be worrying about it and then if it’s somehow gone against me, well I would rather not think about what happens then.

Its a short post because I feel like crap!

By Zechariah Richardson

Over 50, disabled, husband, father and gramps who reviews products and writes blog posts about his life, beekeeping, gardening and whatever pops into his brain!

8 thought on “PiP assessment”
    1. Its not fair is it, I have scored zero points twice in ESA assessments and then been awarded full points after appealing. They don’t realise or don’t care that stress only makes our problems worse. Let me know how you get on

  1. Thinking of you and hoping for the best outcome for you. It’s an unbelievable process for all disabled people to have to be subjected to!

  2. I can imagine what an awful time this is for you, and for anyone having to undergo this badly flawed process. I am incredibly fortunate to be too old to have to jump through their hoops. If they are daft enough to say you are capable of any work tell them you’ve missed your chance at being a Santa until next December. You beard may have gone white with worry by then too 😉 Wishing you the best of luck and an early letter of acceptance.

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