Tag: Disabled

Romancinizing mental health problems

I’m getting fed up of people who think that mental illness is something to sound edgy or oppressed, mental illness is not fun to live with.

Using it to seem cool or anything like that is wrong, people with mental health problems already deal with stigma. You self diagnose yourself with everything and anything that makes you feel special, and then write about it like a great love affair. If people challenge you, you whine about patriarchy and then bully them.

Because you went on a medical website and Wikipedia, and basically think everything on the list of symptoms was what you had.

Healthcare services are stretched, and we are facing a lot of problems right now with the British government.

There ate people stretched so much that they are taking their own lives, or wanting to.

And the government don’t care.

Advocating for mental health rights is better than acting like an edgy kid.

PTSD is not something you abuse either, I am a survivor of sexual abuse and rape by two men who were family. It’s horrible to live with.

There are solders and people, including men who are sexually abused who need real help.

You cannot get PTSD from twitter, and how dare you feel this is something you are entitled to use.

Suicide is always a last resort when someone is so desperate, they cannot see any way. It should not be used to get attention for the wrong reasons.

So next time you try to act like you are like us, think about the damage and progress being lost to stop the stigma.

Our government are forcing people with mental health problems into work, with no sympathy or care for the people they are doing this to. Making people do examinations, where they degrade and cause people to actually kill themselves because of the pressure.

There are people in Britain like myself who are on a very long waiting list for help, because our local authorities cannot afford to keep services open or to have the staff.

I’ve been on a 2 and a half year waiting list, and still haven’t been seen. And these as with myself are truly on the breaking point.

Mental health is disabling and a real disability that should not be abused, and it is sick that you do this and use it as an excuse to get attention for something you have little experience with nor truly care for the people who live with mental health problems everyday.

Mental health is no fairy tale, love story, or Disney movie. You take the good days as they come, and cope with the bad days as best as you can.

I am not saying this to be rude or nasty, or to people I know who blog about their mental health to bring awareness.

To those people, I am sorry if I seem hard and harsh. I didn’t mean to be.

Welfare Reform – the unmitigated and costly legacy of the Tories – They INCREASE the welfare spend!!

Source: Welfare Reform – the unmitigated and costly legacy of the Tories – They INCREASE the welfare spend!!

Dear Iain Duncan Smith

Dear Iain Duncan Smith or your real name DR DEATH,

How can you justify cutting WRAG ESA claimants money to incentivized the ill, disabled and vulnerable?

What we need is more support to get into work, but you are cutting those too aren’t you, you disgusting excuse for a human being.

Do you know how harmful this is going to be? No because you don’t care, and you have an echo chamber of yes people which include Gideon Osborne and David Cameron.

Let’s just say DR DEATH, there are going to be more blood on your hands, thicker amounts that sticks to everything you touch.

I know you probably think this is a lie, or I’m treating you. But one day you will wake up in the morning and won’t be able to shake those thoughts from your mind, you will never have that feeling go away either.

There are people like myself who are on the brink of taking their own lives because of the pressure, good people who have done nothing wrong.

You are going to let them die of starvation and illness, you are going to cut off money that helps them pay rent and live safely.

The weird thing is, that I believe you feel food banks are good because of your slogan We’re all in this together’ which is complete bullcrap and you know this.

However you don’t care, because they don’t need your unearned money, it justifies your slogan, and lastly it is somewhere else you can bully people into work.

You sir are a sick and twisted individual, along with your Tory mates who bode the same in my opinion.

And now I am going to get personal with you, not in any way that involves me being anywhere near your disgusting self. But as in why this could be the last straw.

I already feel pressured into work, been feeling this way since starting with Maximus. But right now my mental health has declined so much, that I am starting to want to cut myself and kill myself.

You would know nothing about that would you, because you just think I am taking this, like you see everybody on ESA.

I have strong painkillers that I am holding on to, I even have a small will. And no I won’t let you touch any of it, or take any money. Because you don’t need it, my family need it more than you.

But getting back, everyday I wake up and a little bit of fight dies inside. I want to kill myself, I feel useless, I feel pressured and exhausted.

I sleep because it helps, and because I am so exhausted. But when i do, I see you and your friends faces laughing at me.

So now my paranoia is even become worse, I think everyone is laughing and the voices are starting.

How are people like this meant to work?

But we can’t get any treatment, because you royally dismantled the services available. A two and a half year waiting list, and that is if there are people who are not at the top of the queue because they are much worse than me.

So how are people meant to get better?

You don’t want them to, do you? You would rather see them suffer?

You and your friends are narcissistic psychopathic sociopaths, you are not humans but are disgusting and a disgrace to the human race.

I hope you enjoy hell when the time comes?

A Very Bad Day

Sorry for the lack of blogging and reblogging yesterday, I had such an awful day.

It was one of those days when you feel surrounded, and not only that, but people are laughing at you.

My paranoia has been slowly getting worse since joining Maximus, Mind are right, it does does make people with mental health problems worse.

I didn’t even play in my dungeons and dragons group last night either, I just was quiet and let everyone else do what they had to do.

The government have no right psychologically torturing people, especially those with mental health problems.

They take away our treatment, they make us do WRAG Workshops that adresses nothing. All because they want more money, in Gideon’s case, more money for drugs.

I like many with mental health problems are nearly ten seconds away from ending it all, we’re unwell and feel we have nowhere to turn to.

It’s as if we are being punished for what we have wrong with us, like they want us to work away our conditions, because apparently work cures all.

It amazes me how much the Tories are still in the dark ages when it comes to mental health, are they really that thick or is it ignorance?

Maybe both?

I have I no idea, however what I do know is that I am losing my fight. Today I have a little fight, but yesterday I lost all hope.

I did comment on one blog post, which I think might be relevant here, and sorry if this blog sounds rude.

All I want in life is to be as independent as I can, have a supported housing, and a job where I won’t be stigmatized with someone going to and from work with me.

I know this probably sounds like a waste of tax payers money, and rather selfish.

I know the Tories would make it seem that way.

The Tories are evil, they sold their souls to the devil ages ago. We need to get them out now!

Mr Loverman visit- Without mum Shabba! Or feeling pressured to find voluntary work part 2

So today was another visit to see my Maximus advisor, this time without mum’s protection. Mum hasn’t been feeling too good, and has had tooth ache all week so got an emergency appointment. That appointment being the same time as mine, so I went in 30 minutes early.

I was greeted at the reception by the woman with no heart or soul, who asked about my my mum. Why? I have no idea, but don’t think this is the end.

I waited for Mr Loveman, who was surprising not with a customer or doing anything constructive. A man that claims he has back to back customers, and here he is just sitting around talking to the ladies.

While waiting there was only me and this other customer waiting to be seen by another advisor, he was stuck to his phone staring at it while his fingers furiously tapped away.

There I was sitting there looking at my phone wondering whether it was safe enough to take pictures of the place to show you guys, along with the propaganda hung around like reminders that you will be finding a job, even if it is not the right one for you.

The heartless and soulless kept shouting across the room to remind the Loverman exactly what he was meant to do, and that is to see customers. However being the suave guy he is (not), he kept talking to the ladies.

By 1:50pm – when the ladies had to go, and had collected at least 30 papers from him, he called me over. When I say called, it was more of ‘oh god it’s her again’, at least it felt like that.

We ran through the same things, he tapped the keys on the computer very slowly. He wrote how I was sending CV’s for retail shops, and handing CV’s out to local shops. (I didn’t even know I was doing that, do I have a clone or something?)

He asked how my mum was doing? Not me, but my mum.

He booked me in for next week, Friday this time, because he is so full up.

As he was about to get rid of me, and sigh after dealing with one of his most difficult customers because I have so many barriers.

I asked him what that survey I had over the phone was about?

He in Mr Loverman smooth stylie, or what would be normally called trying to hard to remain normal. He told me that Maximus head office ask every PG6 Customer to do one.

Now when he said that my first thought was ‘More likely Iain Duncan Smith wants them to do it, to prove that they need work to get better’.

As I said yesterday, it is the same test as the NHS Choices Wellbeing questions, and I scored very low. I was also told on the site that I need to eat more healthier and exercise.

So I think Iain Duncan Smith as thick as two planks he is, thinks he can use this to determined whether people need work to keep their wellbeing.

After the Maximus propaganda and him smiling his gold teeth at me, trying to be nice. He didn’t really understand the test, just what Maximus is feeding him. I decided to tell him that it was the same test on NHS Choices for Wellbeing.

Being the thick dope he is, he laughed and said, ‘Oh, Maximus must have stolen it from there’. I just smiled politely.

Then he went on about me doing voluntary work, how only doing 1 day a week, or 2 half days would be the thing I need to get me back into work. Now I know that they use voluntary work as a way to say you are fit for work, so him saying that didn’t surprise me. But he wants me to be ready soon.

Got out 1hr and a half later, after waiting for mum and dad. Which did not go too well, but she did get her tooth taken out.

Mum said next week, she is coming with me. We are going to print my barriers out, fill in forms, and phone for an assessment and for an appointment with my doctor. This week has been rather mad, with my mum unwell with a cold and her tooth playing up. She wants to ask what work he has, that will take someone like me on?

But I am worried, for all the fun I am taking out of Mr Loverman, I am frightened of being sanctioned. I am worried about being pushed too far, and having to get a job, and then ending up having another nervous breakdown.

If I have another one, who knows whether I would be able to claim again, or if they would find me fit for work.

I do have my supplies ready though they are ready for when the time comes. I’m ready for when the shit hits the fan, and I am deemed fit for work as a slave.

But the time isn’t yet, I don’t know when but dear readers I will miss you all when the time comes.