*This is likely to be a long post, if you can't process large blocks of text, skip it, I won't be offended.
I suppose I'm just venting, trying to get things straight in my head. I was awarded PIP in 2018, backdated to March 2017, which was the application date. (Second application, I didn't pursue the first one in 2016 beyond the Mandatory Reconsideration- thought I could cope.)
It was a 3-year award, and, due to some careful admin/delaying tactics, the award expired in March. Fun fact for you, if your PIP is awarded at Tribunal, DWP don't automatically send you the renewal forms, you have to remember to request them yourself... which I did, autism has some uses. I might have been a little over-confident. Since the haemorrhage and associated surgeries in 2015 and 2016, I've had multiple new, long-term and permanent diagnoses, I had all of my paperwork in order, and I've been seeking and following all of the medical advice.
Apparently, that's not good enough. After requesting the same set of forms twice, you know, just to check my answers were consistent, 'oops', the application was declined. Zero points. Mandatory Reconsideration, declined, zero points. The decision maker's letter doesn't refer to brain injuries, or autism, or chronic migraine, or C-PTSD, all of which I have official diagnoses of, it refers to 'headaches', and states that I'm not on any medication for IBS. Seriously. It also states that I 'only have some group work for Mental Health issues', I'm not entirely sure what it is they think the NHS has available, I've completed some intensive 1:1 work, and the psych wrote a letter, detailing that my MH issues were on-going, and would require more interventions...
I'm frustrated. I'm really unwell, between the conditions, and trying to present the difficulties in the way DWP want them. The DM's letter states 'Your evidence is of a medical, historical, and anecdotal nature, it does not detail any difficulties you have.' I beg to differ, but I also know that if I spoon-feed them the exact paragraphs on medical letters that detail my difficulties, they'll bounce back the 'has a good understanding of her own conditions' nonsense, in an attempt to declare me 100% functional. I'm very much not, I'm functional in short, inconsistent bursts, being able to do *thing* on one day doesn't mean I'll be able to do it the next, and the cognitive and physical fatigue are now permanent fixtures of my life, if I have anything to do, it has to be done in the morning, because I'm unreliable to the point of dangerous in the afternoon and evening.
I'm exhausted, I'm chasing my tail, and DWP keep shifting the goalposts. Without the PIP award, the UC doesn't really cover all of my bills, so I'm juggling, it's all well and good to assume that the PIP should be re-awarded, and backdated, but having to 'rob Peter to pay Paul' is compounding the general anxiety.
I don't know why I'm even writing this, I'm trying to 'put on a brave face', with my son having finished uni, but we're at each other's throats, it's awful. I don't really have many friends, and this isn't really something I can share with them, there's not much that can be said beyond "That's horrible, that can't be right!", everyone else has enough struggles of their own without adding mine to the pile.
Solidarity? The systems and processes are vile, they're supposed to support us, but they really just stretch us beyond capacity, the safety-nets are more holes than substance, and they genuinely make us more ill.
I have contact details for a local advocacy organisation, and I'll see if/how they can help. While I'm trying to juggle bills, and contact my Letting Agents about the water dribbling through my bathroom floor and dripping through my kitchen ceiling... I'm so very tired.