I am a carer.
My partner and dd are both severely disabled, enough to warrant the highest PIP/DLA awards.
Every two months (occasionally every month) I dread the phonecall.
The phonecall that tells me I yet again have to go see a complete stranger and repeat myself endlessly.
'No I still need to be at home'
'No they aren't any better, never going to be'
'No I haven't looked for work, see above'
'No I don't know when they will be better so I can start to work again. Our consultant called you a disgrace when I told him what I have to keep coming in here for.'
The same question but phrased in a multitude of different ways and the answer is very simple.
Until the government stop wasting money on these stupid fucking appointments and useless meetings and maybe looking at why I really can't work (cuts to social care) then the answer will be the same for the rest of my loved ones lives.
No. I'm not looking for a bloody job.
Or AIBU?