Totally, when I first asked for help from social services I had an experience that almost put me off entirely. From the beginning they made sure I knew they didn't think they should have to help, because at the time the disability was thought to be temporary due to pregnancy.
I was given care from an agency, most of whom were shocked to find me not elderly, and who said they couldn't do XYZ for my children because they weren't allowed, which in my situation wasn't helpful at all because I needed help as I was immobile due to hip and pelvic problems brought on by pregnancy and had a toddler to care for.
This care was applied for from sixteen weeks pregnant, and not given until after I had the baby at thirty eight weeks. So I ended up living on and off with family to help me, despite it being extremely awkward for them and uncomfortable for me as I didn't have the adaptions at their houses to help me get around.
The agency staff were extremely unreliable at turning up, to start with I'd sit waiting for them to come, but months in when I knew people were more likely not to turn up that to be there, I started going out to feed the children, instead of waiting for someone to come and help me.
This resulted in a very unpleasant interview with a male social worker who told me I'd been given a service I didn't need and if I wanted it to continue I had to be there when the staff turned up (with the manager of the care company sitting beside him) and that I had to persuade him as to why I needed the care in the first place. With my mental health as poor as it was, I asked them to please leave and had to ask several times with this man repeating his question over and over and making me feel more and more backed into a corner and panicking because I was alone with these two people criticizing me and basically making me out to be a liar and ungrateful.
My care was stopped, and I struggled on by myself for another couple of years, until I began to get kidney problems as well as the joint and muscular problems.
It took a lot of bravery on my part to call back and ask again for support. I let my situation get to the point where I was near to breakdown before I did get the courage to ask, and I made sure first I knew my rights by reading up on what the council had to provide, how the system worked and what my rights were.
I specified no male workers, which helped a great deal, until one lady I knew well left to work elsewhere and was replaced with a man, who didn't understand my anxiety and need for support, this was unfortunately at the time that my carer was not being very caring, and I was left to sort it out by myself basically. That left me going to live with a man who was abusive (though he presented as caring and supportive initially when we were dating), handing my children over to their father and leaving the town I'd lived in for the past ten years to somewhere I was completely isolated and vulnerable.
Now I've got a long way to go to get back the homelife I want, there is definitely prejudice in the system if you are a younger client and not acutely disabled and incapable of most things, simply disabled and wanting help to lead a normal active life. And they definitely try to force caring positions on people in your family rather than sparing their budget to allow you the dignity of independence. They questioned me as to why my mother didn't do my care, despite her spending half her time in another town with her partner, and working full time and studying also. They also asked about friends who might do it and other family, and I had to be very firm with them and say I had no one able to take on that (free) role for me.