* Posts by Done trying

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Outsourcing giant Capita handed £145m for UK.gov's Personal Independence Payment extension

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Re: come under fire for making inaccurate and incomplete assessments

My mobility scooter came under the scheme. Not any more. He said. No mental Health problems. No problem with memory. Of cause. I know what's wrong with me. But u can't see what's going on in my head. U don't know what iv gone thru to b the way I am. He didn't once ask why. Basic questions. That's it. No empathy no understanding. As to why. Not allowed to explain. Short Sharp answers. He don't know who he's interviewing. They see they hear nothing.

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That's why family's can't stay together any more. Government nobody cares that some parents go Hungary because they have to feed there kids. Dad goes out robbing because he can't bare to see his kids go with out. So then mom ends up on her own struggling to get things back in order. While dad has gone to prison trying. It goes round and round and never ends. Me myself in past iv had to Rob veg from farmers fields and spuds. Then buy 8 sausages to make my kids a stew. This country is going backwards. Tbf.H I don't know how the politics can sit and eat. Drink there brandy. My nan use to say. All they do is. Fart Bother and Itch. And grunt because they don't know who's said what to who. There family's don't go without.

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Had pip appointment. Ended up being told I have to send my mobility scooter back. They saw me walk into building with a stick but didn't see me topple. Can't walk long distances tried telling them I use scooter for shopping. Even tho I live opposite aldi. Going thru motions there bk and shopping kills my back and shoulder and hips. Phoned mobility company I rent scooter from. Say. I have option to buy it. But will have to pay Insurance warranty and tax myself. Forgot bout tax. Apparently. Nothing wrong with me mentally even tho I live with depression and on meds and diagnosed with. My meds are not sweeties. But ha ho. What do I know. I don't know Me. I don't feel chronic pain I'm never the same person. One day I smile I cry I laugh I scream. All those different days. He met me for 1 hour. And apparently he knew me better than I know myself. I know nothing about the title. But thought I'd take a chance and rant.