Just returned home after my appeal for DlA and I feel like I've spent the afternoon being interrogated by the Gestapo. It was horrible and they made me feel like I was begging for hand-outs when I really didn't deserve it. Three times they asked me how many times I had been on holiday in the last two years. Three times I told them I haven't. At least four occasions they asked me how I managed my shopping and I gave the same truthful answer every time, that I go shopping when I can but I can't go alone and I cant carry because I Have a bad arm and back and use a stick. I am crying at the moment because I've had a gutful of not being believed how this awful illness affects me and for feeling like a second class citizen in having to ask for help, and then being refused. Its heart-breaking. Where's the support and understanding because the only place I've found any is on this forum. I've had enough honestly. I desperately need new glasses but can't afford them, I have to use taxis because I can't drive and I can't afford them either so am virtually housebound. My husband sounded off on the way out of the court and said "next time you see her, she'll probably be in a wheelchair, not that you care". He's a really placid man and it takes a lot to get his hackles up but that's what they did to us this afternoon. I don't know how they sleep at night. xxxx
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