DP has arthritis - some debate over whether it's rheumatoid or psoriatic type - and he is in pain and miserable all the time.
He's not been able to work for the past 3 months and I am really worried about him losing his job - can't expect his employer to keep paying him long term, and he isn't getting better.
The letter from the DLA came yesterday. I am so fucking depressed about it. I haven't even been to bed and need to get DS up in a minute. I don't want to spend months waiting for an appeal to just be turned down again.
DP is determined to go to appeal but he's just crap at these things and I feel that all the responsibility of it will be placed on me again. I already feel like shit that the claim form that I helped him fill in has failed. Don't want to have to do it again.
I've found out about getting help from the CAB and have a telephone number that he has to phone today to organise it. I'm just so incredibly tired of it all.
We live in a second floor flat that we have no hope of moving from and DP is more or less housebound up here as he finds the stairs too difficult to manage. So I'm left with doing everything outside and because he's so depressed I do more or less everything indoors as well.
I really had my heart set on him being awarded DLA. It would have meant that we wouldn't have to worry so much about him losing his job. I feel like going to bed and hiding from everyone.
I'm so tired of being positive and understanding, and I know it's mean but I feel cheated that I'm only 34 and am caring for my disabled partner. I never thought I'd be in a situation where I honestly didn't think there was a solution that would make us all happy. Everything seems so bleak and shitty.