Tag: Mum

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 not attend 2pm appointment- but we’re starting WRAG group sessions again

I have been dreading this appointment all night, I slept with the light on all night.

Went shopping with mum, talked about how I should actually show how I am not coping by cancelling appointments. How she is going to demand I go on support group, and being the fighting force she always is.

When we come home I check my mobile, I get a message from my fellow blogging friend, and a missed phone call from Maximus.

So I ask mum to ring, I was too panicked to do so and I’m not a big fan of phones.

She rings up for me, getting the receptionist who always seems to have a bug crawled up her arse. Telling my mum in her miserable tone that Mr. Loverman Shabba is off sick.

That’s okay with us, he was spreading his germs for the last few weeks and mum wanted more time to prepare for attack.

But then by some miracle, our postman is not the most reliable of people in the world. We receive a letter from Maximus, and how I know is that they use second class stamps and by the font used.

Anyway, I guess they have started up the useless WRAG groups again for ESA claimants next Wednesday at 2pm. Oh yay, I’m having confidence classes again and being told everything is about that and not mental health.

God I am not looking forward to it, it’s being run by the miserable receptionist. So I guess it is going to drag, as well as propaganda being forced down our throats in a stern manner. Yay?

Other news though, i received another email from my MP’s caseworker, who asked for my full address. I don’t what is happening, but that has to be something right?

So now i just need to get motivation to read all your wonderful blogs, reblog, and print the SAR form off to send to the DWP.

It might take me a while to read and reblog, but I promise I will try my best.

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.