I had a job with a good salary, I was healthy and happy. I followed media and would hear people grumbling about benefits.
And in my head I would shout 'don't like it get a job'! Yes, I was 'one of those'.
Cont
In 2007 everything changed, rapidly. By 2009 I was unable to work. My physical disability did not sit well with me, this wasn't me, this wasn't going to be me. I was determined to get better,
I have had to fight and endure the humiliation of justifying my existence and literally beg for help from the state
But I live in fear, fear that I will be called for yet another assessment - my disability is never going to magically
Having to apply for benefits is demeaning, it's degrading, it's humiliating and please believe me when I say the majority would choose work and dignity
It could never happen to me (laugh). What a bloody fool I was.
Not scroungers, cheats, scum - human beings and their but for a different set of circumstances is could be you.
My naivety, stupidity, ignorance. I own it.
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