So. DWP sent ANOTHER text message… Kindly informing me that my “Latest” PIP re-assessment was “still with them” … Pending.
This is going into MONTH NO. 9 NOW.
I sent that little f’kkr off December 18th 2024, Track 24.
They sent it 22nd November; I didn’t get it for 10 DAYS… On 2nd December. And by then, I was Seriously Screwed — I was up against not just their “one month from this date” clock they had… but the Christmas one, too. December 22nd [the one-month deadline] was a SUNDAY — Genius… And Last Post was Technically always the 21st, so really the last weekday was Friday 20th.
It was nothing less than A WAKING NIGHTMARE.
Ended up being more.
The worst part? It wasn’t even DUE until JULY 2025….!!!! AND who on earth was going to be READING IT OVER CHRISTMAS & NEW YEAR’S??
A Complete WASTE of both MY Time AND THEIRS...
But Not JUST My Time.
They Took The Rest Of My ENTIRE LIFE.
It took EVERYTHING I had to write it up that fast. I had Two Weeks to write it all up, and have it sent — AND DELIVERED... BEFORE Friday 20th.
It’s NO small feat to write down EVERY SINGLE DETAILS [hey, they asked…!] of what I had to endure Every Day. I did as much as I could every single day but I was drained, and got MORE AND MORE Exhausted until I was basically bedbound, and STILL Writing It Up. It’s a DAMNED NIGHTMARE Form, ESPECAILLY when things are WORSE than COMPLICATED… and you want the Idiot Plebians to understand it…
It Ruined My Yule. It Ruined Christmas.
But It Ruined Even More Than That, Even.
It actually Destroyed the remainder of whatever it was keeping me going and pushed me into The Worst, BIGGEST Burnout Of My LIfe. I’ve barely been able to do ANYTHING since — I’ve never been THIS Non-Functional before…
…[Well, unless you’re counting that time in 2018, where I was fighting two kinds of blood poisoning and massive infections (aka Sepsis & Septicaemia) ….? Even after the first three weeks in hospital for that [out of 8], I was MUCH Better than I am right now…!??]
It’s got a LOT WORSE NOW… all thanks to THEM. Who are trying to get people “off PIP” — by what, killing them outright, I presume??
The irony is… I’m not even CAPABLE of telling them I’m worse. Who the HELL has got the SPOOS to sit and wait sixteen lifetimes for them to answer the damned phone and actually understand what you are saying?? Worse — I fear if I DUD tell them things are worse… They’d make me do it ALL. OVER. AGAIN.
It’d be FINE if they had a little notebook, and you could just add shit to it as you go, like Universal Credit do (about the ONLY good thing about “turning to the dark side”)… But they make you call a phoneline that’s even worse manned than the NHS 111 line…. And THAT‘S REALLY Saying Something.
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