Having admitted defeat - I shall never work again - and swallowed my pride (seeking help sometimes can be hard) I have begun the process to claim PIP. I have to say that, so far at least, it has been a painless exercise. I didn’t have to wait long on the phone and was connected to Joanne, a helpful Merseysider with a very pronounced accent. It’s lucky I have a love for Scousers (great grandad was one) as I just about managed to understand every word spoken. After providing personal info, I was emailed a link to a questionnaire about how my disability affects me. Probably the hardest thing about answering this was recalling when I spoke to the GP about various things. They have been so “hands off” (negligent?) that I had no treatment plans I could forward. One is warned not to approach the surgery for supporting info as they could charge you.
Reviewing the answers I gave makes me mildly optimistic about my chances but I shall fight any refusal vigorously and seek the aid of my MP who was telling me how generous the Tories have been to the disabled! Fingers crossed!