It is cruel and brutal. It adds further stress to those already disadvantaged in life. Further mental anguish to those already suffering with severely compromised mental health.
I was once sanctioned. I was sanctioned for not turning up due to having an allergy induced asthma attack. I couldn't afford a taxi and couldn't walk up the stairs in my house let alone to the bus stop. I called, and called, and called the job centre to explain and didn't get through to anyone until close of day. Gave my name, NI number, begged for note to be added to the system.
I was still immediately sanctioned. I learned later that I was sanctioned the same day, within hours of me not turning up and no one even bothered to call or send me a letter.
When I finally got into the job centre, I was spoken to like dirt by a girl young enough to be my own daughter who told me in an imperious tone that I had brought it on myself and wasn't going to get any money that day and 'I knew the rules' given a number to call.
I cried all the way home. I have just over 8 quid in my pocket.
I spent 7 days calling department after department and person after person trying to get my benefits reinstated. I finally gave up. I didn't have the mental strength to do anymore and my self-esteem was in the toilet. I felt strong suicide ideation.
I have gone childhood sexual abuse, and rape. Ok, so what. Many have it worse. But now I was getting the message that I was worthless as a human being, again. Worthless as a mother to boot.
I relied on my overdraft which was £200 at the time. Barclays wanted to remove it, as I was in it all the time and I phoned and begged them to keep it installed. They had more compassion than the JC did. They kept it installed. Thankfully my rent was kept going. I looked after my two children on the £200. I was very grateful and remain grateful for every penny. I preferred that to the indignity of dealing with the JC.
Don't get me started on disability Pip. If you think it's reasonable to be asked whether you have ever called an ambulance to prove your mental health is bad, then I honestly don't know what to say. Those are the sorts of questions you get.
There are stories everyday of people getting turned down because they were carrying a cup of tea in a flask (so you can handle money, a kettle, are mentally cognizant enough to ask for a cuppa, you're well!!) walked across the car park too quickly, got up from a chair too fast or because they made eye contact with the assessor when depressed. Some of these people have strokes, parkinsons, multiple-sclerosis, cancer, or chronic fatigue/M.E. (god help you with that as you don't look unwell)
I love this country and we are blessed to have a safety net, yes. Very, very blessed. But it is harsh and I can see why suicides happen. I think it has to be under-reported, actually.