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How to Profile a Narcissist With One Simple Question | Psychology Today

The one question a true narcissist cannot resist

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Maximus group session for writing CV’s, a real waste of time.

But I did find out some things too, like the total lack of knowledge Maximus advisors have about their jobs.

But let’s first start with the CV group session, that was not really helpful and not actually stated on the appointment letter, however was mandatory. Something that I feel Iain Duncan Smith is trying to push the people with mental health into work, because he is a psychopathic sociopath.

There was only 9 people who showed up including me, there was meant to be 30 people, but only few showed up possibly because they knew it was bullshit and propaganda.

The group session was late starting, they took an hour to set up the projector and to get started. So we were all sitting there bored out of our brains watching the clock, and hoping they were going to cancel the session so we could go back home to do something more productive.

Mr Loverman kept walking back and forth with a woolly hat and glasses, even though the place was heated so much that I thought I was going to faint, he wasn’t exactly using his people skills either. Oh no, we didn’t even get an update as to how long they were going to be, until 10 minutes before they were about to start.

He did lay on food, sandwiches, biscuits, drinks, and sweets, everything a person needs to fill themselves up with because of boredom. Coffee served in plastic water cups, layered.

We finally go in, when Mr Loverman calls us over. Projector ready with the words in bolded text: Making a good CV. Started playing some get to know you games, before delving into the meat.

Now this whole CV thing has me wondering, she said we have to make CV’s around the jobs, I told asked her about using these CV’s for job searching on Universal Job Match. However I was told, like a child who is dumb and needs a dunce hat that this was for private job matching. But as I checked on Universal Job match, you have to upload your CV, so I’m guessing you have to. Then again, people from Maximus are liars, so I shouldn’t be surprised by this. Anything that is attached with the DWP or the government, I do not trust at all.

The whole thing is was just a propaganda rally, and it’s got me worried.

Though a good thing did happen s I said above, a woman from head office actually did something about my Wellbeing survey. Though it will be with Shaw Trust, and I have no idea what they are going to do. However Monday mum is going to be taking me to the Job Centre to see what they can do, as we have not heard anything from the DWP about an assessment to be put on Support ESA.

Mum said she wants to try and help me get a job from home researching, and help me to try and get out more, an get access to work grant so I can have someone to go out with me. She also wants to try and get social services, a CPN, and support worker to try and help, whether this will happen because the Tories are cutting everything let and right. IT would be a nice dream though.

But I know mum will fight for everything.

I will let you know how everything goes, I’m sorry it has taken me a long time to write this blog. I’ve just been very down, and not wanting to do anything, or stopping myself from hurting myself so bad I won’t wake up.

Thank you guys for being wonderful, and to all my new follower.

 

WRAG Group Session worries and Tired Rambling

Tomorrow I have group session, and I’m not very excited about it. Mainly because I get this feeling they are going to sprouting off propaganda the government has told them to say.

How we must look for jobs or volunteering work, come in everyday, or our benefits will be stopped unless we go in for workfare.

I know that this i a why to tell you that you are fit for work, but I’m scared this is going to be forced upon us.

Mum mentioned today how she wants me to change to support, or even go for PIP and she be my carer. But I don’t think that will be possible, since I can walk and I only have mental health problems. You can work.

I think Iain Duncan Smith and the DWP will not agree with that.

Another things is, this is making me worried because I have no idea what this is about and there is nothing on the letter to indicate this. I want to cut and take lots of pills, so I can go to sleep and not wake up. I am so worried, and I am scared that they will not be taking that into account, that they will pressure me and pressure me until it is too late.

Though it has been a few days since my MP wrote back saying she will take my case, I am scared Iain Duncan Smith will dismiss my claims and call me an attention seeker. And then I will have to look for work anyway.

He isn’t exactly a man who is careful with his words concerning claimants of any kind, and he I think he utter detests people with mental health problems.

I am scared.

I am also sorry for not reblogging very much this weekend, or putting up the template for the MP letter for you all, I have had those days where I just want to stay in bed and sleep all day. Racking my brain over Tomorrow’s proceedings, and wondering if this is the end of my what Tories call Cushy Lifestyle.

I had my friend over today, which was nice. We talked about everything, our worries about tomorrow tomorrow and his WCA on Thursday. Though I could not do this everyday, it was a very much needed break and I he felt the same way about it. It is just so stressful at the moment with the government and their obsession with taking important services and money away from disabled people, because they think we were the ones to make the deficit.

I love all your blogs, and I think you are all wonderful inspirational people that deserve to be read. I’m sorry for not sharing your blogs with others, and being selfish in the way I am at the moment.

Or emailing people like I promised.

Thank you for your understanding and patience.

Do attend tomorrow at 14:00pm

Good news and bad news.

The good news is I have an appointment to see Mr. Loverman, on a day I can take my mum.

The bad news is that I was only told 5pm tonight via text message, and in my notes my ESA advisor wrote down in front of me on my profile thingy, that I have severe anxiety and cannot cope with the unexpected. Meaning sending me an appointment the day before is bad, and more than likely to make worry.

So now I am panicking, which if they had a job in worrying and panicking I would have the qualifications for, and be damn good at.

It’s already worrying to think this guy is going to ask me about going onto voluntarily work, and how it will be helpful.

Unaware that I actually don’t feel comfortable facing people at the moment in a customer based way, I would rather be in an office on my own getting on with things.

Or being able to do to a full day twice a week. I would rather do a few hours once a week or something, but I guess Iain Duncan Smith lordship of employment knows best. Right.

Then there is the worry of my good friend and fellow blogger @theyallhavewidescreentvs, who has a WCA next week and is now making me wonder when mine is coming.

Thank god my mum is coming again, and we’re going to be asking questions about things. Well mum is.

I’m going to take my barriers with me tomorrow for him to look at and sign, and I am finally going to post off my SAR form when we go shopping.

I will write tomorrow about what is happening, and keep you all up to date.

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!!

Nightmares and demons and being picky

The last few nights or more I’ve been having nightmares of my step brother and sisters ex, them doing what they did again.

Then as I try to escape from them, I wake up in a hot sweat and cry.

So now I am becoming afraid to sleep, but I am so tired and exhausted. I’m frightened and I’m worrying even more.

Mum thinks it’s because of all the stress I am under with feeling pressured into work, as well the worry of my ESA being cut.

Iain Duncan Smith, this is what you are fucking doing to people. Thank you for causing these nightmares to come back, I haven’t had one for nearly a year and you have caused them yo resurface.

It’s scary. I won’t lie about, I thought about writing a poem or a short piece. However I know it will be too graphic to actually publish as a blog, and I don’t want to scare you good people.

Maybe I should send it to the Conservatives and see if it will make them squirm?

No they would probably like it.

And so I would like to apologize for the sporadic blogging and reblogging, I know I seem to be getting worse, and probably seeming more overwhelmed as usual.

Believe when I say I am, I haven’t even been able to get the motivation to do what I have said in other blogs.

So I would like to apologize sincerely and say I love you all very much, I might be picky at the moment, but I love all your blogs.

Still Oaks I am so sorry for not replying to your email or comment, I have downloaded the video but it doesn’t seem to be playing.

Sasson I will reply to your email soon too, and I’m sorry I haven’t replied sooner.

Thank you for putting up with me. ๐Ÿ’–

My worries about project nudge.

I’m frightened, really frightened of this new nudge thing the government are using to experiment on the sick and disabled back to work.

My doctor is fabulous when it comes to my depression or anything I may have, she’s been with me every step of the way concerning getting my physical breakdown diagnosed. She’s been trying to get me higher on the therapy list, and finding alternatives.

I haven’t seen her in a while, and I do need to make an appointment because I think I need stronger antidepressants and to be referred to the assessment team.

But what I have heard about Nudge, it sounds like they are getting doctors involved to find you fit for work, as well as invading in on privacy.

Already feeling pressured to go back to work, and this news makes me frightened and absolutely petrified that they are going to put me in any old job and expect me to work.

I’m afraid of having another breakdown, and then being told I still need to go to work.

A lot of stuff is going around and around in my head, and I’m exhausted from it. I don’t want feel this way, but for me this is a normal part of my life worrying about things.

Not that I don’t want to go back to work, I just want to do it when I am ready. And find a job that is going to be supportive with my needs, and I don’t think the government want that to happen.

They are just going to make us do workfare, this is all just to make us slaves instead of depending on them.

And what about if I need a day off because I am in a bad way depression wise, are they going to make work through that or make me lose my job and be forced into JSA or some kind of reprogramming programme.

It sounds like they are not giving us all the details, and there are more sinister things ahead. As if they have plans for horrible things to happen if you don’t comply, and I’m guessing these involve no money, starving to death, prison, concentration camps.

I’m still suicidal and I want to get out of here, but at the same time I know this is what they want from me.

There is the fact that I to fight them, only I am so exhausted, and as u have said before I am loosing a little bit of fight everyday.

I don’t know what I can do to help stop this, I want to though.

DO not attend

So today was my first weekly appointment with gold teeth, Shabba, Mr. Loverman.

However yesterday I received a text message reminder saying DO not attend.

Which now has me wondering if he is leaving Maximus too, since it seems they have a lot under their belt.

So I’m quite paranoid today, and worried.

The thought of having any of the other advisors, or even having to go to the job centre fills me with dread.

I hate the job centre, the people working there push you in jobs you don’t want to do. Now they have reason to do this, because of the msn Iain Duncan Smith.

Who I do put some of the blame on my deteriorating mental health.

Back to the Loverman, Shaggy wannabe I don’t know if he is unwell, going for a interview, or having to speak to employers about getting customers jobs.

Mum is working tomorrow because she was going to be coming with me, we were even going to go over my barriers before we went.

Now I have the worry and wait for my next appointment, and whether this is going to be sprung on me the day before.

So my sleep pattern is going to get worse, and soon I will be a walking zombie.

In other news though, I found the IAPT number, and I’m hoping mum can get me an appointment or something.

I should be filling in my SARs form today to post, and if I feel up to it email and comment on my lovely followers.

Sasson and Sill Oaks, I promise to email you back.

Purple, thank you for your comments, and I am so sorry for not replying.

You are all awesome for putting up with me.

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?

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.