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So, lately we've all seen the furore created by the callous government
cuts and it's got me wondering just how many people actually have
any idea just what it feels like to be faced with the prospect of these
cuts.
Just to be clear from the outset these views are mine based on my own
disability and in no way are they meant to diminish the effects the cuts
will have on those with different disabilities, whether physical or
mental. There are a great many individual points of view to be
considered and I can only present my own thoughts and feelings on
them. I'd encourage everyone to speak to as many people as possible
to gain insight into what's happening and the pressures being faced as
i'm not a spokesman for anyone except myself and consider everyone
else's views to hold as much importance as my own.
Now, my particular disability is called Schizoaffective disorder, which
is kind of like bipolar and schizophrenia all rolled up into one nasty
little bundle. I have social anxiety which severely limits my social
contact, to the point where shopping can be so traumatic for me that I
have to do my shopping at the quiet times, either first thing in the
morning or last thing at night. I have voices constantly, some times
worse than others, ranging from quiet to shouting in my ear, and in
my case they are NOT not giving any form of positive encouragement.
I often resort to rocking in a corner bawling my eyes out at my
inability to cope with the most basic everyday tasks that anyone else
takes for granted and because I have social anxiety I don't have the
luxury of finding a shoulder to cry on. I'm isolated, in some respects
i'm a prisoner, with an indefinite sentence and less protection than any
ward of the state.
Most days I see something disparaging in the news about those with
either physical or mental disabilities, especially when it comes to them
claiming benefits, and believe me, feeling like a second class citizen
because of an illness I never wanted has taken its toll on the minute
amount of confidence I had left. Contrary to what is reported I do not
enjoy huge benefits payments, I don't have a tax payer funded
mobility car, I don't own a 50 plasma screen TV and the one luxury I
afford myself is internet access, without which I would experience
virtually no social contact save for my children and the fortnightly
visits from my Community Psychiatric Nurse, which, whilst i'm