I am on disability benefits. I have mental health problems and physical health issues. I get quite a lot of money every week and it makes my skin crawl. I feel as if I should be living hand to mouth, because there are people that work who have less than I do. I hate it.
I am working toward doing volunteer work as a step to work.
I want to work in care, so I am looking to volunteer with adults with special needs - high pressure, busy, around people. I can see why people would be
I really can, so I am going to try and explain this.
In order to go back to work, which i desperately desperately want I need to take small simple steps.
If I volunteer two days a week I can spend the other days hiding in my house, 'acting out' my panic - it is a tip from my psychotherapist - i give myself time to feel awful and not be able to get dressed/function. Then when I need to function, I have the mental and emotional reserves to do so.
I struggle a lot with having to do things perfectly, I have OCD and anxiety disorder, as well as depression and an eating disorder. In a volunteer role It is more 'okay' not to be perfect straight away because I am not getting paid and there are 'proper' people to defer to. If I make a mistake I literally can't cope, I tried to go back to work too soon & was in such a state I slept for 1 hour in 5 days, I was harming myself & feeling suicidal. So I was signed off by my GP & am back on benefits.
This is hard to explain and rationalize, because I know most people can easily do things i find really really hard.
I have spent the last ten years involved with intensive mental health services, and have been in and out of hospital. Two years ago I spent and entire year living in one room in my parents house, too depressed to wash or get up & my anxiety meant leaving that one room was impossible for nearly six months.
I have worked really really hard to get to the point where I can go out in public, occasionally alone & not come home with a bag full of tablets to overdose with, or having to resort to self harming in public toilets because I can't get through the day without it.
I have worked really really hard to control my eating disorder so that I can function like most people and seem 'normal'.
I am now nearing a point where I can do volunteer work - and I have been studying for a Masters degree which has meant I have had to go out & go to seminars once a fortnight and be around people. That was my step to volunteering, the step after volunteering is a job - which I would love more than anything.
But doin ten hous of volunteer work is going to be hard work. It is a massive achievement for me - I have come far - and then people seem to think I should get a job immediately and I feel so inadequate and awful. It is a horrible feeling, knowing you are trying so so hard & yet people still judge you and look down on you.
I have no friends, I have no social life, I don't even have my own house anymore, my mental health problems have ruined every goal I have ever aimed for - I wrote my undergraduate dissertation while on a section in hospital. So even that 'achievment' has been marred. I am doing a Masters not for the qualification but because I feel safer in academia then in the 'real' world and it was a way of at least getting out the house once a fortnight for seminars.
I don't know if this has come out right, but I hope you can see it from my point of view. I want a bloody job, but at the moment even volunteer work is hard, really really terrifying - and I am going to o it anyway. but then people judge me & think I should be better, stronger and less worthless.
I can't begin to tell you how awful I feel or being on benefits. I don't spend it all by the way, my DP has to buy me stuff like new shoes or food behind my back because I hate spending it.
I'll watch this thread. I don't mind questions, but please be kind. I feel a bit iffy even writing this, but I wanted to ive a view from someone who is there.