Archive for March, 2014


Sue Marsh has asked that we all share this…Dxxx

Same Difference

Sue Marsh has asked for this to be shared. What great campaigners want, great campaigners get.

Before I type another word, I’d like to make it clear that I think the idea of an overall benefit cap is ridiculous.

When times are hard, say during recessions, you actually want to spend MORE on social security. It boosts the economy and is the best way of making sure money is spent locally and directly. When times are better and jobs are plentiful you can reform and cut back.

So the very idea of an overall benefit cap is utterly counter-Keynesian and, well totally pointless really.

I’d also like to make it clear that I’m dripping with contempt that Labour are going to support an overall benefit cap, not because they believe it’s a good idea or because it fits in any way with a Labour concept of how to run economies…

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Please comment and share… Dxxx

#107days

Day 3 was adopted by Jill Bradshaw and Julie Beadle-Brown of The Tizard Centre. They have drafted the following letter. We are now looking for comments, edits or additions for this draft *and* for people who would like to sign it. We hope to gather at least 107 signatures, hopefully more. Please add any thoughts and your name as a comment to the draft. If you exist on social media anonymously but would still like to sign please email us.

Connor Sparrowhawk spent 107 days in an Assessment and Treatment Unit (ATU).  He drowned in the bath.  An independent assessment concluded that his death was preventable.  We have come together over the last months as a collection of individuals who are shocked and outraged by what happened, as a group of people understand that we are all responsible for what happens to vulnerable people in our society.

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Great blog about Fibro… EmsyBlog… Dxxx

EmsyBlog

Fibromyalgia just ain’t cool. And there’s statistical research to back it up.

And I quote:

Respondents [senior doctors, GPs and final year med students] were asked to rank 38 diseases as well as 23 specialties on a scale of one to nine. …Myocardial infarction, leukaemia, spleen rupture, brain tumour, and testicular cancer were given the highest scores by all three groups. Prestige scores for fibromyalgia, anxiety neurosis, hepatic cirrhosis, depressive neurosis, schizophrenia, and anorexia were at the other end of the range.

It doesn’t show it very accurately in that quote, but the most “prestigious” disease to treat came up as MI, and the least was fibromyalgia. Colour me unsurprised. Two of the “popular” diseases occur mainly in men (especially as one of them involves have a specific set of genitals). Two of the least “popular” diseases occur mainly in women. All of the “popular” ones are dramatic conditions…

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I guess this is a post ive been avoiding really as it’s a subject I try to avoid thinking about at all costs.

When I first became ill I was at the end of my first year of a degree in Studio Ceramics I had my future planed out.  I would make wonderful ceramics by day that would sell for lots of money and I would sing by night in the band I was in that was becoming quite well-known locally… life would be perfect…
But as often happens none of these things happened well not the way I imagined they would…

I did complete my degree through sheer bloody mindedness and with a lot of help from my partner J who had stuck with me despite my diagnosis coming only a few weeks in to our relationship…

But the price had been… becoming rapidly sicker, becoming a wheelchair user and having to give up my singing which was like a dagger to my heart a wound that has never healed… I miss it like you would breathing…

My partner J became my non medical helper at college doing all the things I couldn’t… for example he would take me to college, wedge my clay, prepair my tools, sort out library books take me down the hill to the canteen and back… you get the picture… and because I was so tired when I got home he would clean the house, cook our food, bathe me and all the usual stuff people need help with when they are so fatigued they can hardly move. Learning to cope with someone else doing almost everything for you is soul-destroying, its frustrating, lonely, and heart breaking to see someone you love give up so much of themselves and their lives knowing you can do little or nothing about it..
When you literally can not survive without the sacrifice of another’s freedoms it’s a pill that is really hard to swallow.

When I finished my degree I was almost completely dependant on J for everything but I forged forward on to do a p/t PGCE.
It was almost like I felt if I stopped trying to achieve something with my life I would stop living but after a year I started having panic attacks at just the thought of returning for my second year I literally would go white and shake at the thought of all the travel and work I needed to do… not my first experience of mental health problems but the first since becoming sick.
I took a year out which turned in to several as my panic subsided and the mother of all flair’s hit me, I could barely get out of bed and dress and often just made it to the sofa and no further… months turned in to years… after a while I began to recover from my flair slowly making my way back to some kind of balance although even this was nothing like normal but I wasnt constantly dependant just mostly… lol
During this time J got himself a job working evenings so he could be around to help me during the day. If there was an award I could give him he would be buried under the weight of them…

I decided to try college again and get the elusive PGCE two weeks in to the course I found out I was pregnant which although daunting wasnt so hard as the pregnancy hormones relived many of my fibro symptoms and I was used to being tired… my son was born at the end of my first year and was cradled in my arms while I typed with the other for most of my second year.
J was amazing looking after our son and me and working with little complaint…

When I became a qualified teacher I got a job with the local college on permitted work at last feeling like i was contributing to both my local community and to the family…all was good till ESA came along and I was found fit for work which of course im not… being able to do five hour’s a week does not make you fit to do 30… I went self-employed as I was encouraged to do by work choice everything seemed rosy till J became ill with cancer and im sorry some of this you’ve heard before but im getting to it…
Now having been off work for 9 months while getting over treatment and complications having gone back to work we are faced with quite a bit of debt not least of which debt from housing benefit cock ups… but J now faces redundancy which brings me full circle back to being a burden my total monthly income before tax credit or housing benefit is £150.00 I get low rate care DLA wich is £80 odd a month im struggling to get enough energy to work enough in my business to make it pay at all and at the moment it owes me in materials but now im faced with no income to put anything in my business its a horrible catch 22…

During all of these 18 years we have never had any careres allowance nor care support…

I have found myself wondering if fighting to work the one morning I now do and fighting to keep my business is fair to J if I was on esa id be on nearly twice what I earn now not because it’s a high paid benefit but because im to ill to work enough to earn anything…

Which then brings back the old ghosts those thoughts you try to hide you dare not admit to anyone because you think they may label you or lock you away… and the reason I try to avoid thinking about how my health effects others… the little voice that tells you, you have been a burden long enough that they would be better off without you. That if you were gone that maybe they could find peace and prosperity, if you where no longer part of that picture… that maybe just maybe its been you draining your loved ones that has held them back… it’s at times like these when your thoughts are dark and especially when you have a potential reason for them to go to really dark places…

That fighting to keep that little piece of independence feels less like inclusion and not being left to languish on benefits and more like the milestone around your neck that will drag you under…

Since writing this J was made redundant and has to have two more ops on his knee as his prostetic knee is broken and the tumour and orthopedic specialists want to kill the infection he has while they fix his knee.

In the months while waiting for his op he has been refused esa because I earn to much… lol… you couldnt make it up… so J is trying to sell his art instead and hopes to go selfemployed as soon as hes out of hospital… you can see his work at www.jonathanwilsonart.com
Dxxx

Council Tax Criminal?

Heres a piece from Michelle about her Day in Court re Council tax… Dxxx

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Today was the day. Yes, it was my turn. My turn to be summonsed to Truro Magistrates Court for non payment of 2013/14 Council Tax. Now, let me be very clear as all the Politicians state…..
“I have NO problem with Council Tax and would happily pay it, ‘if’ I were working”
However, I am not. I am disabled. I have partial sight and Sponylosis to name a couple of my disabilities. As most of you know, last year alot of things changed under the WRA – Welfare Reform Act.
Council Tax Benefit was scrapped and under the Localism Bill powers were handed to Local Authorities to set up their own schemes. To be called CTS – Council Tax Support. So now ALL people of working age, have to contribute to Council Tax.

Whoaaa!!! Most of these people are on some kind of benefit, like myself. I get ESA, some…

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Very good article onbthe WCA… Dxxx

Vox Political

Mansel Aylward, former chief medical officer at the Department of Work and Pensions, now director of the (UnumProvident) Centre for Psychosocial and Disability Research at Cardiff University: Architect of misery? Mansel Aylward, former chief medical officer at the Department of Work and Pensions, now director of the (UnumProvident) Centre for Psychosocial and Disability Research at Cardiff University: Architect of misery?

If we know anything at all about the Work Capability Assessment for sickness and disability benefits, we know that it doesn’t work. In fact, it kills. There is a wealth of evidence proving this, and if any readers are in doubt, please take a look at the other article I am publishing today, MPs tell their own Atos horror stories.

Much has been made of this fact, without properly – in my opinion – addressing why it doesn’t work. The apparent intention is an honourable one – to help people who have been ‘parked’ on disability benefits back into work, if it is now possible for them to take employment again, and to provide support for those…

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