My Dad was a single parent raising me with mental health issues. It was a struggle but he did his best. He was on benefits but always wanted to work, he struggled with his mental health and his schedule caring for me to get a job so he decided to become self employed instead.
To begin with he decided to start studying part time while earning income support, he felt ashamed to be doing this so he decided to also start his own business. Under a labour government he was given tax credits, at the time there was no stigma attached so it made him feel like he wasn't scrounging, he was working hard. They also provided free courses so he could manage his own books and the business started to turn a profit. For the first time in his life things started to go well for him.
The financial crisis hit but it didn't affect him too badly at first, he still had paying customers (mostly retired) and things were still going well with his studies.
Austerity hit and his customers started dropping off, they were worried about what could happen. To combat this he froze his prices, they have been frozen for 10 years now because people won't pay more.
Policy changed so that he could no longer claim while studying, he had to give up his degree when he was 1 year off finishing it. It would have turned his life around but he was told he was a scrounger and needed to get a proper job instead.
He made the best of it and put more hours into his work but the hours he could get varied depending on the season and his customers. Then policy changed so he had to do a minimum of 32 hours a week up from 16 (he usually clocked about 28-30 bearing in mind he travels between hourly jobs).
This caused him lots of stress and worry with his mental health. Fortunately he had a really good doctor who finally diagnosed him with complex PTSD and he began to get treatment and actually started to get better (well, find ways to cope).
Policy changed and funding to mental health services were cut, the doctor no longer offered treatment.He tried his best though, he increased the number of hours he did per week, slashed prices to pick up extra customers and got by.
Whilst this was going on he was living in a house with black mould and was sick all the time. The landlord said it was because the windows weren't open and it was his own fault so he wasn't helping. The house did not have central heating or a working boiler so he could not keep the windows open through winter. He thought about taking legal action because surely he had rights?
Policy changed to slash funding to legal aid, he couldn't afford legal help so tried to make the best of it, he got sicker but kept working harder because he's a hard worker, always has been.
Policy changed to require more evidence to claim tax credits. Ok, he thought, more paperwork but he could do it. Then they called him to inform him that the change was retroactive. He had to provide the new evidence for the previous tax year or he could be accused of fraud. He couldn't provide the evidence. He had to pay back every penny that he claimed.
He lost his home, it wasn't a good home but the only other option was to move back in with the parents who's abuse and manipulation had caused his PTSD in the first place.
Brexit came along and he lost half his customers as they were too concerned about the economy to keep paying for his services. He worked harder and for less, unable to sleep out of fear of his abusive, alcoholic father.
This year he had a heart attack. He couldn't work. He tried to claim universal credits, to their credit the people he dealt with were lovely but they couldn't help him. A heart attack and a doctor declaring him unfit for work wasn't enough. He had to do a work capability assessment. He was fit for work apparently.
My grandfather attacked him for being a scrounger, for daring to claim benefits 2 weeks after a heart attack. He was hospitalised, homeless and scared. He came to live with me, there isn't room and we can't afford it but I am never letting that man near him again. A lot of this I didn't know beforehand, he doesn't like to burden people you see.
He decided he would try to find work, he begged for the jobcentre's help, said he'd do anything, just give him a chance, he's a hard worker. They couldn't help, just threatened him with letter after letter, phone call after phone call. The doctor told him to do a couple of hours of light work each week but no more. He asked at the job centre if this would be ok to help his recovery. They said it wouldn't be a problem. It was. He was accused of fraud again and all benefits were stopped. He collapsed through stress and ended up in hospital again.
He doesn't claim anything any more, he applies for every single job in the county. He's doing everything he can. Meanwhile more clients are dropping him because his work is manual. They are worried about him, they don't want to cause another heart attack they say. Their concern does not help.
Last week he needed a prescription, he needs it for his heart or he could die. He walked to every pharmacy in the city to try to get it. None in stock. Funding cuts.
I've watched him cry so many times and I don't know what to do any more. It's costing all I have to keep us going and I'm scared. Any day he could have a heart attack or do something worse out of desperation.
He keeps saying "They should have just let me die".