Today, I had my PIP Tribunal, it was a disaster, and I could tell from the way they were phrasing the questions, like "you have a degree, so you can..." and "you only take one tablet...", the three person panel, I was led to believe, was suposed to try and understand my difficulties, not judge me, and speak to me like dirt.
Upon being invited back in for the decision, which was a refusal, with 0 points (for both parts), and some words said, as well as a lecture on how "PIP is for people with serious disabilities", that is the reasoning behind my username too, so in their eyes, I don't have a serious disability. I was visibly upset while they were talking to me, I don't remember much of what was said, I really didn't care to listen.
They kept asking me to leave the room, I did, after the 3rd ask, but they didn't seem cared for my wellbeing, I was sat outside in tears, and bashing my head on the wall, I don't know why, other than being destoryed. No one seemed to care, people walked past, got on with their work, it was only the clerk from the tribunal room next to mine that decided to ask me if I was okay, and if there was someone in the waiting room for me. There was, my mum was there, so I have spent the day in rage, in tears, and feeling quite suicidal.
I don't know what to do, because I meet several points in the daily living, I know I do, so to refuse and give 0 points is utter ****. One example is number 5, toilet needs, I use incontinence pads every day, that is an aid, and thus qualifies for 2 points. Do they need me to pull down my trousers to prove it?
The whole situation left me feeling hurt, and humiliated, here were three people, not interested in what I had to say, they only brought up the stuff the DWP said. Did I roll bad, and get a pro-DWP panel? Or am I not really that disabled? Maybe I'm just making it all up, my hand spasms are all in my head, I only take one tablet, and well, I've got a degree!
I don't know if anyone here has any words of wisdom, but I am all out of energy now, my original application was in June 2018, it's now January 2020, and I don't think I can keep fighting. I'm going to need a carer when my perants are no longer able to look after me, but yeah.
Cheers for reading.
