I have bipolar disorder and PTSD. I have worked, served my country as a territorial soldier for many years, and done voluntary and community work, but now I am too ill to do paid work, although I do what voluntary work I can when I can.
I am dependent on benefits and I am very scared about the reforms. I have read the revised criteria for ESA that the government says that it will bring in, and believe that I will not get ESA. Yet when I have the inevitable breakdown, cuts already implemented in mental health services mean that there will be no hospital bed for me.
The cutbacks to housing benefit and council tax benefit mean that I would find it very difficult to survive on jobseekers allowance, especially as I am unlikely to find work and would be hit by further cuts to my housing benefit after a year.
Initially, I could make up the difference using my DLA, but I am afraid that mentally ill people will be targetted in the proposed cutbacks to DLA as we have invisible impairments.
When I became a soldier, it was to defend this country from threats from other countries, but now the threat to our survival comes from within, not from one political party, but from all three main parties. I stood shoulder to shoulder with other soldiers in defence of my country and now I will stand shoulder to shoulder with other disabled people in defence of our community.
It will not be an easy fight. Already people I know who are not disabled tell me not to worry about it but to wait and see what will happen. By then it will be too late: the reforms will have been enacted into law. We must fight now, spreading the word far and wide about what is really happening to us.
Non-partisan UK-based Disability campaign. Advocacy for people with invisible illness and/or physical & mental health conditions. Also Carers, their Families and Friends. Our individual voices are too quiet to be heard, but collectively we can shout loud enough to drown out this tide of abuse against us. Disability Hate Crime, lack of full legal protection, people in care homes costing too much to be let out and not one political party willing to fight for us.
Showing posts with label PTSD. Show all posts
Showing posts with label PTSD. Show all posts
Friday, 29 October 2010
Tuesday, 26 October 2010
Blood In The Sand's Story
It is morning and I lie in bed staring at the broken light hanging from the broken fixing. I should get up, make some tea, eat and venture into the world but I can’t. I’m too scared. I close my eyes and leering faces with no lips scream at me and I begin to cry.
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