DisabledAceSocialist [comrade/them]

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  • The removal of the winter fuel payments affected many other low income people. For example, twice a year for the past few years, local councils have been giving cost of living/hardship payments to people on low incomes. My local council was meant to give us £100 each this winter. I was really relying on that for basics like food. However, because of the government withdrawing the winter fuel payments to the elderly, my local council decided to spend all of this year’s hardship payments on the elderly, to compensate them for the loss of the winter fuel payment, leaving nothing for other low income and disabled people like me. So because of the government’s decision to take away elderly people’s winter fuel payments, I now get nothing.




  • Doctors really only care about their paycheque. They don’t care if a patient is suffering, they will do the bare minimum they can to get paid. It took 3.5 years for my cancer to be diagnosed, they refused to do any tests and kept fobbing me off saying it’s depression, ME, or I’m just a hypochondriac. If I’d had a faster-growing cancer, I’d be dead now (and probably better off). Even now, most medical professionals even refuse to write me a letter of support for my benefit appeal. Not because they don’t believe I’m disabled, I mean they’re the doctors who treat my issues, but just because “We don’t do that.” They don’t care if I end up starving and homeless. They aren’t obliged to write me a letter to get their paycheque, so they don’t write one. If each of the medics who treats me was willing to write me a letter, I could have had 7 letters to help my claim and subsequent appeal. My GP and therapist (for all she’s a shit therapist at least she did this one useful thing) were the only ones who wrote a decent letter. My ophthalmologist wrote an OK one, and after much begging my physiotherapist wrote a shitty, useless one. The stroke doctor, oncologist and endocrinologist, none of them will write one. “We don’t do that, ask your GP!” No matter that the more letters of support I can get the more chance I have of winning. If I lose, then I’m on the streets or in some shitty homeless shelter while in the middle of cancer treatment and recovering from a stroke. They just Do. Not. Care. It doesn’t affect them so I can go and F myself. It wouldn’t take a minute for them to type up a quick letter confirming my diagnosis and how it affects me but no.

    And for all she wrote me a letter, my therapist is so awful that because I missed some of her stupid therapy sessions due to my health problems, she says she’s going to let the DWP know I didn’t come to all the sessions, knowing full well this could affect my appeal and leave me homeless and destitute.