It was an interrogation. And even worse, the 'interviewer' wouldn't tell me what I was accused of. He just asked me a series of questions.
He wrote down what I said and made me sign it. I insisted that I have a photocopy and he looked quite annoyed but did give it to me.
He kept saying silly things like 'so you are saying that you don't give advice on MN?' and I kept saying 'I didn't say that. I am proud of the advice I give on MN, but I am saying that I do not suggest that anyone commits fraud'.
And he said 'Are you saying that your ds CAN run then?' and I say 'of course he can run, I have never put on any form that he can't'. 'Ah, so are you saying that he hasn't got a physical disability?' Me: 'No, ASD is a physical disability, it is organic in nature, it is how the brain is made, which is physical, I am saying that his awareness of danger is such that he needs extra supervision when out on the roads'
Him: 'Well, that was one of the accusations, that the person who reported you saw your ds walk safely and stop at a road'
Me: 'DS often likes to pretend he is a train, when he gets to a line/curb he pretends it is a level crossing. He will stop if he is playing that game. If he is not, he will not. He has learned the route to school and is okay with 'some' of the extensively practised rules about certain roads, but if we go somewhere different or take a different route, he is not'.
Me: 'So what happens now then?'
Him: 'Well, probably the fraud team will monitor your internet use and use their technology to see what is on your computer, and you might get videoed when out and about in the street, then they will decide whether or not to investigate further'
I have since learned that both these 'threats' are indeed absolute nonsense. It was unbelievable stress though. My dad had just been diagnosed iwth 10 days to live and he died 7 days later. They would not postpone the interview despite me telling them that, and they lied about what the interview was about. They told me to bring my mortgage details, my last pay slips etc etc, and details of dh's and my savings
which quite frankly were god knows anywhere as I haven't worked in ages and my dh pays the mortgage.
My dad was dying, and I spent his last days, not at the hospital with him, but scrabbling around my already massively disorganised home scouting for documents they only pretended they needed.