My best friend, who came with me to my first PIP assessment and then accompanied me today, came around on Tuesday to look at a copy of my form and the various bits of medical evidence.
I'd really pushed all this to one side since filling it in, and was horrified when I looked at the form. I was in a very low mood when filling it in, and at some points had to use my left hand to guide my right. The result was barely readable, though most of the replies were "no change" since last time.
My friend gently took me to task because she had prepared by looking at my first application, written for me by a Welfare Rights Officer. Her view is that things are worse in a number of areas, and I've had the part-lighbulb, part-heartsink realisation that I've passed a point where I can distinguish that "normal" for me is far from typical expectations and experiences ( whatever they are)
The assessment was at 9am in the centre of Leeds. I can barely get two words together or one foot in front of the other before 11am most days so you can imagine how it felt.
The assessor was, however, really quite gentle She explained carefully that she was simply there to report back on the assessment and dear old DWP does the rest. The questions started rather strangely and included whether I had attended mainstream schools or ever had a special needs statement (fair question actually from a stranger reading my form). After that, there were no "trick" questions and it was mostly about my gastric problems, evident boniness, how did I prepare and cook food, then general self care/neglect, including keeping myself clean etc. On the social side I know I'm isolated and becoming increasingly more so.
The evidence I gave was a printout of my patient records from my GP's online system, which show ad nauseum my repeat prescriptions, plus the entry about systemic sclerosis and various basic blood tests, BMI, BP, a rheumy letter and explanation that there seem no meds suitable for the Secondary Raynaud's, and a couple of letters from my psychiatrist that showed he has recently increased my mood stabilising drugs twice to counteract a very low mood this year.
I only cried three times. The assessor typed and read out what she was typing as we went along.
At least it's over. It's impossible to work out what DWP will do next and, at the moment, I'm too tired to care.