And so after my ESA was slashed by 25% due to my year in the 'Support Group 'expiring, I appealed. In both the medical and the appeal I received 0 points, making me question why I was granted the benefit in the first place if '0' was my valuation. Next. Tribunal...
I waited a month for a Tribunal date. The day arrived, my partner booked the day off work to accompany me. An early start, 9.30 at my local court, intimidating at the best of times.
Part one. A short wait in the waiting room, punctuated only by a clerk who couldn't have been much older than 12 informing me that, 'sorry I didn't realise you were here'. Wonderful. Ten minutes later I was called into the 'Tribunal'...
Part two. My partner and I walked into the room where I expected to find a long table with a representative from the DWP, a tribunal assessor and maybe a doctor on the other side from myself (all of which I'd been told would be there) only to find one person, just one. The assessor. Oh and the juvenile clerk hiding away in the corner. Then, the shocker...
'Sorry, the tribunal has been adjourned, we phoned you an hour ago to advise you not to come today'. The DWP have so far failed to forward any evidence. I'm surprised you came'.
Deep joy. One stressful journey, one totally wasted day off work for my partner and Christ knows how much longer to wait. When I arrived home I checked my phonre messages. There was indeed a message from the court, left five minutes before I walked into the tribunal. Yes, FIVE MINUTES. I was in the waiting room at the time, and the clerk was informing me that he didn't realise I was there. Coincidence? You be the judge. Downright lie/lies? Hmmm...
It is now two months since that particular pantomime and I've heard nothing, nothing at all. And so it goes on. And on...