Between being in IMMENSE PAIN, with SEVERE Exhaustion, and FREAKING OUT about the Brazen Political Attack on Disabled People and their Benefits... There hasn't been much room in my head for writing. I'm struggling to see past any of it.
The shock of the sudden PIP attack has thrown me for a loop, shaken me, and left me panic-stricken.
It's a reckless manoeuvre -- and nothing but a car crash waiting to happen.
I was forced to give up my Yule and Christmas to write up their damned PIP form -- because they decided they just had to make me go through The UNIMAGINABLE ORDEAL of a Reassessment right then -- even though it was due in on 22nd December (and a damned Sunday, no less), and no one would be reading it anytime soon after that.
I was FORCED to make myself quite violently ill, for that paper to be in on time. I obviously had NO CHOICE to push myself as hard as I could -- And MORE -- to make their OUTLANDISH [and Immoral] Deadline, forcing me to rush even harder, because of their uncaring, thoughtless actions...
They sent it off on Friday evening, of 22nd November [2024], and in the 2nd Class Post... And you get One Month Precisely To The Day to return it by -- and come Hell & HIGH WATER, it MUST be there on or before that date or TOUGH. SHIT... That meant it back by 22nd December. Well. That was THAT: Without even knowing what that day was, at the time, this was when my fate was signed off...
I didn't get it until 2nd DECEMBER [2024] - TEN DAYS LATER [with it entering the postal system the following Monday, and 32nd Class Post taking 5 WIRKING Days to be delivered]. And it was DUE BACK 22/12/25 -- a SUNDAY... Meaning, it had to be returned by or before Friday 20th.
I forced myself to get it done by Tuesday 17th - then PAID for it to be sent Track 24.
It arrived Thursday, 19th - despite the fact it should have been there the day before; the Royal Mail letting me down once again.
It's passed Three Months Later, now. All I've received is a text message to stay it's basically Still In The Queue...
The rush had been for nothing. My PAIN and Health WRECKED - for nothing. Pointless. Utterly POINTLESS.
BECAUSE of what I was having to do, my Autistic Burnout went Supernova -- and the Domino Effect from that was Catastrophic.
Having to DETAIL Every Sordid Little BIT sent my mental health back into a spiral. I have never been able to - and probably never will be able to -- deal with my disabilities, the medical and health conditions, the physical deterioration(s), the level of PAIN and STRUGGLING, having to list EVERY SORDID THING that is WRONG, that I CANNOT DO, that I CAN'T MANAGE anymore. The Absolute EXTENT of the Extreme DEVESTATION left in the wake of two Severely Detrimental & Degenerative medical conditions: FND & Fibromyalgia.
Two of SO MANY, I might add.
I spent HOURS every single day I could manage to get their questions answered -- as succinct and fully as possible. I wanted to close any and every loophole I could see and think of. I wanted to give them ALL the sordid details without apology. I wanted to tell them my simple and small, yet volatile and extremely complicated, story.
I was just starting to feel better from the last one, when they did this to me.
And I Disintergrated Inside And Out For It...
BUT... They WEREN'T EVEN FINISHED WITH ME -- OR US -- YET...
Whilst it was BAD ENOUGH when I wrote this out, fretting and panicking over getting it returned within the 18-DAY WINDOW they had left me with -- to write it all up and get it back to them in time... it's even worse NOW.
What are they going to DO with the answers NOW? How was I -- howe were WE -- supposed to know that JUST THREE MONTHS Later they would LAY SEIGE like this AGAINST US...??
We've been thrown to the wolves... And they point and laugh at us in glee
as we get ripped apart and slaughtered...
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