I am a disabled adult who is struggling to get the help I need to live from the newly reformed welfare state. I want to share my story about how easy it is to fall through the cracks and find yourself penniless and having to fight for basic entitlements from a system that claims to help those in genuine need.
In 2003 at the age of 23 my life changed drastically in an instant. I had an abscess and a rare type of gangrene. I am lucky to still be here, it took around 10 operations and a year and a half of being house bound and reliant on daily nursing visits before I was well enough to try and rebuild my life. Unfortunately you don't survive something like gangrene without it leaving some lasting damage. I have chronic severe neuropathic pain which has caused fatigue, depression, anxiety and poor mobility.
At 24 I was determined to get my life back despite everything, I pushed to get back to work and keep going despite the constant pain. Unfortunately ten years of chronic pain, insomnia and more medication than most take in a life time has taken its toll. I have reached a point where I can no longer keep going. Foolishly I thought the system I had paid into would see my claim and needs are genuine, commend me for my efforts to continue being a useful member of society for as long as possible and offer me the support I need. How wrong could I be?