They still insist we’re fit for work when we can’t even clean the bloody house due to Chronic Pain

So, we have a new Work and Pensions secretary, Damian Green. I hope he reads this before he starts; it appeared on my Facebook feed this morning

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“Another privileged asshole that doesn’t understand poor income no income nor has a single clue how people and children with disabilities need money for cars, gardeners, painter, decorator, shoppers, special beds, sofa or other equipment. This is how this government causes more mental health break downs, due to the bullying of the disabled from the DWP and Atos, Maximus etc. People struggling with disabilities, isolated, no partner no kids no friends and they still insist we’re fit for work when we can’t even clean the bloody house or go shopping due chronic pain.

I so want walk with him one day hitting him with a cricket bat on the knee back neck and ankles every few seconds, maybe then he get it. Or make him sit in a wheel chair and use buses or use buildings. Now try it with walking stick. Oh wait, you won’t get it, you’ve still not got the pain level of each step. Oh, I so want him to feel frustrated at the little things being hard or constantly hurting; toes, fingers, arms, wrists. With falls and  trying to get round stuff.

Oh, yes, I would love him to live disabled for a bit before he says take away my sickness benefits then live on unemployment benefits. Let’s hear him being told it’s his fault, yet he can’t get any job offer as he is mentally ill and not trained nor educated. There’s no jobs.

Many who are sick are now stuck on £70 a week but can’t work due chronic pain etc. Once bills are paid, gas £20 electric £20 water £10 TV £5 per week, there’s enough left to eat for a day. 

Make him do it to understand it.

Lynn Wright

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3 thoughts on “They still insist we’re fit for work when we can’t even clean the bloody house due to Chronic Pain

  1. Reblogged this on campertess and commented:
    I think It would be better if it was May because she is the puppeteer. But if not her then he would do but there would have to be a raffle or some sort of competition to see who would hit him on the back of his legs, back & neck ? What a lovely feeling that would be to see the pain etched on his face…

  2. So true. There is a world of difference between someone who can say I’m missing this bit, or that bit don’t work but a chair or some aid can make up for it, indeed one might even do the olympics! and someone else who is in pain and gets tired and stressed because their condition is ongoing and fluctuating. Maybe sometimes the pain is just managable and you can do the washing up and get in the shower? and sometimes you can’t and you again feel you are failing and who will believe that you can veer from being seemingly fineish to flopped and useless? Isn’t that failure just a lack of backbone and lazyness?

    Please nice new Minister, try having a chronic pain condition that no-one can either understand or treat. Try enduring pain ongoing. Try living with the lack of hope. Try asking for help from those who are paid to help but feel threatened by someone who has a condition they can neither understand nor treat. Try living on buttons. Endure people who are clueless, advising you to do this or that to recover. Endure having your painful reality disbelieved over and over. Doesn’t a positive mental attitude cure all? And don’t you think folks may have had a PMA until they got worn down by pain and exhaustion and disillusion, and lack of any hope or even a bit of dignity in suffering?

    If Ministers care about keeping sick and disabled people close to the job market they might consider giving them enough money not only to pay for basics of food and housing?? but also for paying for help when needed to keep homes, gardens and their person etc to a reasonable standard. For keep-fit activities and other aditional support for recovery. Also for transport and a social life. Folks isolated will not have opportunities offered nor will they be ready to look for work because they become unused to being around people and being confident and sociable. Isolated, they don’t even get a little distraction from their pain and other issues. They risk mental problems on top of physical.

    Our last DWP minister voted to reduce ESA because he believed those in the working group were fit to work. (he later discovered that he was wrong.) He was going to spend the time he wasn’t dreaming about becoming PM, thinking about the problem of inequality and how he might address the extra barriers and issues folks with problems have in accessing jobs. Give everyone the same chances. He was going to spend some years doing this because it is difficult to know how to do this and it is important to target the limited help correctly and the need wasn’t going to be urgent anyway until April 2017. And now he’s quit, or was he pushed? Will the new Minister be looking at this issue of reduced ESA for folks who not yet recovered to actually work but will be, never the less, expected to manage on reduced short term subsistance money? Will he examine whether one can even live healthily long term on this income never mind recover for illness or disability?

  3. I was going to reply yesterday, but I was in too much pain to concentrate and the large doses of psin killers that finally got me on my feet, still in awful pain, also make simple things hard. If anyone wants to have my pain, then they should have nails in their shoes and spikes in their clothes. I cannot think of any way to let them share the pain that is such that you can’t move a leg to even start to try and stand. I bought a dishwasher dome years ago because I couldn’t stand or sit to wash up, and my hands wouldn’t work to hold items to be washed. The cost if the dishwasher is another cost if disabity. Now I can’t fill or empty the dishwasher, having deteriorated. Someone else has to do this. That is another cost of disability. Then there is my missing pension. If i were on a pension, I would not spend time fearing the DwP for sometimes having a “good” days when I tank up on pills and try and walk outside. I fear my neighbours. I fear the steam of abuse and occasional assaults I get in my wheelchair mire, so I try and walk if at all possible. How can those who have been born with a silver spoon, or who have never been persecuted by govt and citizens alike, who have never had to fear going out in public, who have never had to fear brown envelopes, and who have never even seen the secret life if the chronic pain sufferers be put in charge of our destinies?

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