PIPped to the Post.

I finally received some good news today: my mental health benefits adviser - we've all got one - had a call from the DWP to say my PIP is being reinstated without appeal: apparently, pointing out their inability to count the number of people in the room at my interview worked.

While I'm relieved it's set to return, I'm frustrated by the stress they've put me through when trying to prove myself, not to mention the money I'd been previously counted on that was suddenly taken away. There was absolutely no sense of being mindful about my delicate mental health situation and how it could be affected; if it weren't for the strong support I have from the benefits advisor aI would have given up around two steps back.


And that's the most galling part of it: how hopeful they were that you'll just stop trying. There are countless stories in the press of people suffering from physical disabilities that are even more obvious who've been refused PIP too; it's a joke.


At least it looks like I caught them out. The last thing I heard they'd refused my claim point-blank, despite all the specialist evidence. Then all I did was write a letter requesting an appeal hearing and a few weeks later they've changed their mind. So what happened in the interim, other than them realising I intended to see this thing through? Answers on a postcard, marking the top left corner, 'cunts'.

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