#fuck u dwp
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day of admin phone calls before everything shuts down lol wouldnt have to do this if anyone actually contacted me like they were meant to or did their jobs properly lol
#fuck u dwp#fuck u specific nhs trust im under#fuck u gic#etc etc etc#laila#also fuck u gp#also my uni
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ok so bridges of madison county makes me want to tear my hair out so the only logical response to this is to make it an au of dwp 👍

🖕fuck u old man dont say shit like this i cant breathe like fuck you for saying that like it isnt loaded as fuck
90% sure theres an au fic already but with andrea as francesca but i think ill prob have miranda as francesca for funsies 😊😊
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fuck the dwp, the tories, hmrc, people who work for the council, LANDLORDS, sussex police specifically, the job centre, pls all of u die a slow and painful death xxxxxxx
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𝔞re not 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒 the 𝗽𝗼𝗲𝘁𝘀 who from year to year , from 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝙴 to 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝙴 write the 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 ? ––––– 𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖘 , 1986 .
#also i haven't written anything decent so idc if u rb or not#* 𝙊𝙊𝘾 : self promo .#anyway i'm having a bauhaus type beat moment . my weimar era obsession has . Returned .#bauhaus as a subtle reference to miranda's jewish heritage . maybe .#will probably be updatin. rest of the blogue in a bauhaus style soon . ish . after this fucking heatwave .#eye strain /#idk just to b sure .#tdwp rp#indie rp#dwp rp#the devil wears prada rp#devil wears prada rp#pinned post .
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HAIR UNDERSHIRT TOP BELT (Industrial Crush Collection) PANTS SHOES
i just linked her whole outfit lmao the mesh accessory undershirt is by nitropanic but I can’t find it for the life of me... here and here are some alts!
#neiphwcif#sorry this took so long to answer lmao#i was being lazy#the undershirt might be on simsdom but i'm not linking to it#i download nitropanic's stuff off dwp#fuck simsdom lmao#thank u for sayin u love my blog!
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did i rage on here abt my jobcentre appt last week? i genuinely cant remember. really this shld be a dreamwidth post but really this shld be an audio recording cuz typed words do not convey the depth of my feelings here. imagine i am pacing and shouting all this at the top of my lungs. like the TOP of my lungs.
anyway so i got a new work coach
and. well. it was a phone appt & she shld be fucking glad for it cuz i think if i had been in a room with her i wouldve snapped. she wants me to get a fit note. some context for this is i get universal credit & the assumption is i'm Looking For Work & u can, technically, get signed off of doing that if ur disabled and/or ill but. well. my sister spent ~18 months in a string of psych units then signed on a couple months after she was discharged & they still tried to tell her no she's fit to look for work actually when two days prior she was in A&E. people literally fucking die because of how this works & that is not a design flaw.
so a fit note is the nicer / short term alternative where instead of having to go thru the DWP's assessment bullshit u go to ur doctor & say "can u tell the DWP to back the fuck off" and the thing. the thing, about being MENTALLY ill, as opposed to physically ill, is i am! entirely! the judge of how ill i am! and my fucking GP is not actually qualified to gauge how ill i am, because their training likely won't have even covered the shit i am ill with! so this is fucking THEATRE. i have to get the doctor to say i am Really Sick even tho they are actually a less qualified authority.
and. and!!! it is currently literally impossible to get a doctor's appt, thanks to the one two punch of the tories gutting the nhs for spare profits and, yknow, the plague.
so this is all lead-up to. i have another phone appt in 7 hours, and she is going to expect me to have a fit note, when i have not even managed to call the GP cuz today was the only day they were open that i wasnt also involuntarily unmedicated. and i did not do it today cuz i am not really recovered yet from the week i didnt take my meds. and folks i am not feeling optimistic about her understanding the actual extent of my issues when the way she brought them up last week was with the words "so i understand you have mental health". but i remembered how to feel anger again so i am liable to fucking reach down the phone and suckerpunch her. she might not even have to do anything i am just so incredibly at the end of my rope with this bullshit
#yelling at clouds#i thought last week's appt was gonna be the handover to the program who explicitly exclusively deal with disabled n sick people#who the disability support officer said cld pay for me to have therapy#and then it was. a new fucking work coach.#i have had four work coaches. since AUGUST.#i have nearly had one a MONTH.#anyway this will actually be a dreamwidth post but im not waking my laptop back up now#ill do it after the appt. im sure ill have a lot more to say.
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I still cry everytime I watch the end of DWP,, I cannot fathom why Andy had to leave her. That stupid bitch- and it's not only because of the mirandy ship buT why the hell does she have to leave her after months of hardwork, really? She could have at least promoted, yes, I know she was still given a reference but for what, a low 📰? She could have got better, done better, been better but no she just have to leave Miranda in the middle of Fashion week and the fact that Andy returned to that mf ex in the movie-- SHAME, JUST PURE SHAME- she really settled for fucking LESS
The director really said "Oh let's make Andy come back to her toxic mf ungrateful ex and make her apologize for her inexistent wrongs. She should maintain her 😇😇😇 image and shan't know her worth unlike in the book" u fuckers, WHY JUST WHY YOU HAVE TO GET HER BACK TO HER EX AND LET'S NOT EVEN GO TO HER UNGRATEFUL FRIENDS- boo, fucking bOOOOOOO
maybe just maybe I would have been a bit of relieved with her ending with christian unlike that fu-
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- and maybe this is me too speaking half on my devasted mirandy feels :"|
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i hate being disabled in this shithole country!!! i got my pip review forms literally on the 25th, sent on the 26th, and theyre like "yeah bestie we aint had em yet uwu sowwy hope u get them back to us by the 9th or we may have to stop ur payments uwuwuwu" AND I LITERALLY CANNOT FUCKING AFFORD MY RENT WITHOUT IT BECAUSE ITS LIKE 80% OF MY MONEY GOD I HATE THIS I HATE THE DWP I CANT STAND THIS COUNTRY
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Day 10: Work Money Death - The Space In Which The Uncontrollable Unknown Resides, Can Be The Place From Which Creation Arises (2021)
The leeds mystery man does it again... a beautiful spiritual journey and worthy nod to pharoah sanders - a side is fab and b side is essentially a close cover of the creator has a masterplan or at least takes huge inspiration from, but is masterful nonetheless - unfortunately though poor recordings/mixing and mastering as is seeming more common with ATA, especially on the b side, not sure who their engineer is but they need to go and have a long hard look at themselves and start thinking about another profession (maybe in wallpapering or lobstering or at the DWP office or generally anything less involving ears)...i’m not sure I even believe they had one though, maybe they just recorded in a garage with a room mic?? crank up the bloody keys ! - snot
fucking hell on further inspection it seems the mastering engineer is one Mr ‘Lewis Hopkin’, a bloke with over 800 credits under his belt (including that tattooine moons record we like??) - mainly electronic stuff though; julio bashmore, kahn & neek, sam smith & john legend ?? djrum & pessimist to name a few, quite impressive really but I think he should stick to what he knows and steer clear of the jazz! this aint for u mate! u gone and pissed on my spiritual journey go and piss elsewhere ! - snot
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Without Prejudice I Was Threatened With Criminal Record By DWP When I Was Denied My Rights And Blacklisting And Networking Stop Me Getting A Job Or Even Volunteering To Be Provided With Information When Reporting A Crime
Without Prejudice I Was Threatened With Criminal Record By DWP When I Was Denied My Rights And Blacklisting And Networking Stop Me Getting A Job Or Even Volunteering To Be Provided With Information When Reporting A Crime
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i fucking hate this country so fucking much all the talk about slashing disability benefits to force disabled ppl to work as if disability benefits arent hard enough to access as is and like u really need to fucking suffer to be granted not fit for work status by the dwp bc theyre fucking evil. and the whole thing of ppl not working but like who is hiring? who is like genuinely hiring ppl? everyones posting fake job adds for tax purposes, jobs that exist are paying minimum wage for 5 yrs of experience. its such a fucking joke. starmer is such an evil fucking piece of shit and i hope he gets fucking his fucking dues
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all I want is to have about £2000 spare so I can rescue my friend from their abusive piece of shit parents and give them and their son the deposit for a flat here in the Promised Less-Shit-Than-England Land
with £2000 I could pay off their energy bill that’s in arrears (£280), put down a deposit on a flat here or in Fife for the two of them (about £600), and give them enough money to cover my godson’s daycare and do a couple of months rent and therapy bills while they got sorted with the DWP
instead I am here with £28.50 to my name desperately trying to wring a single penny out of the DWP for myself after six months with no income
@ rich people if u give me a few grand I will shield you come the revolution I just want my friend to have space to heal and cope with their trauma but there is literally nothing I can do except make sure I’m on the other end of the phone when they need me. and meanwhile they keep getting retraumatised and they’re financially tied to their emotionally and physically abusive mum (who pays for their therapy) and their every-kind-of-abusive dad (who is the guarantor on their house)
it’s horrible I hate it how do I be rich and set up a sanctuary for people to flee to Scotland, where being ill still sucks but the NHS is competent and the prescriptions are free and the childcare is good and the people are nice. and importantly it’s not Lincoln, a pretty city that just drags people the fuck down for some reason. there’s a sickness at the heart of lincolnshire, man. idk if it’s small town syndrome or toryness or death of industry or what but it’s a fucking miserable county and I know about 2 happy people in the whole area.
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So if u know all that, WHY are you trying to use access to benefits and bus passes as the measure by which something can be a disability? Huh?
Also the nerve to fucking splain the process to me like I dont fucking know. Like I haven't had to choose not to play the fucking game cus playing it up for dwp can be used as evidence of parental incompetence. Idiot.
I'm so fucking done with narcissistists telling me that they are "disabled" or I'm an "AbLeiSt". Cry me a fucking river.
Do they honestly believe I will believe that crap? Good lord. Give me strength Odin and Loke.
Y'all can't keep me quiet. Fucking make me.
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hello i just need to yell a moment. rebl*g this for me to manifest in ur home with a laser sword.
AAAAAAA. ok. society wants me to be functional and productive, right? like i have to go to a meeting every week rn to be yelled at for not being functional n productive or they’ll take away the money i need to live, and it’s only sheer dumb luck i’m not Actually getting yelled at cuz the person i meet with is, shock horror scandal, actually sympathetic
and. like. yknow what i need to be functional? adhd medication & eating disorder support & a therapist. none of those! are big asks! but!!!
i waited over a year to get an adhd assessment thru the nhs only to have a ‘‘‘qualified’‘‘ ‘‘‘psychiatrist’‘‘ tell me i can’t have adhd because i’m depressed. so now to get the adhd diagnosis i need to get meds -- because, yknow, god forbid i can just walk into my doctors & walk out with a prescription like i did for antidepressants -- i have to do it privately. and because the nhs service burned me i have to pay. and just the initial assessment alone is like £400. which i! do not! have!
and. there is, technically, an nhs eating disorder support service local to me! they only take patients with anorexia or bulimia who are dangerously underweight. i go entire weeks without eating an actual meal, but i’m fat & i don’t have body image issues so is that even a problem. sure i literally don’t get enough nutrition to allow my brain to work but ehhhh.
and!!! i cannot, full stop, get a long-term therapist on the nhs. that is not something they do. maybe it’s something they do in other places, but it is not something they do here. i am too ~complicated for all the short term therapy, also. i have been explicitly told that. i did get 3 months of therapy last year & i literally didnt even bring up half my shit because i knew there wouldn’t be time for it. it still took me three appts to say anything of substance, because half my fucking disorders mean getting me to trust a stranger is like pulling teeth. i am aware i’m lowkey baring my soul to strangers rn but a) i dont have to look at any of you b) i almost never actually overshare c) there’s no real-world consequences u have no authority over me.
like. just. why pretend like u want me to get my shit together, DWP. why act like u care, tory party. u want me to die. u want me to die!!! at least fucking admit it!!!!!
#yelling at clouds#yelling online can be therapy#anyway. im ordering pizza. no i cant afford it but im so hungry my hands are shaking.
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i really am despairing and just hopeless in a way that i genuinely dont think ive been before and its rlly fucking with me. like, by all acounts, i am More supported than i have been before, and thats almost part of the problem? i feel ungrateful for feeling So Bad. i don't do Anything, i dont attend uni, i dont write my essays, i dont have a job, i dont clean my flat, i dont rlly cook a lot. of the things that Have to happen so we can continue to live in this flat, or i can continue to access medical services so my life doesnt get worse: those things are often put off way past the last minute and i need a lot of support to do at all. also, rn my life is mostly just calling A Service TM, getting a bullshit response, complaining, calling again, finally getting through to someone who knows whats going on, complaining, rinse repeat. ITS EXHAUSTING! not only that but sitting every day in bed or at my desk refreshing tumblr or staring at my screen saver thinking to myself 'what am i going to do?' and coming to the conclusion of nothing because i have nothing to do, i enjoy nothing, i want nothing, i cant concentrate long enough on anything or process information well enough to do things Anyway. ykw its not even true i dont Want to do anything. i do. i Want to write my essays, on some level i am genuinely interested in the topics. i just Cant. i want to read. i've been pretty keen on reading complaint by sarah ahmed for a while now or maybe rereading whipping girl or even giving notes on suicide another go? but i cant make myself start because i Know that i wont get far and its so fucking depressing. im getting so high, the come down is genuinely distressing because of how scrambled and disorganised my brain becomes and i become so afraid i will be like that forever. and yet i do it EVERY DAY! im struggling extremely badly with some interpersonal shit that has completely destroyed any self esteem or confidence i had in my appearance and my worth. add onto that that i am a massive Massive financial drain and even if i wasnt our finances are just.. Bad? so i was like, ok, fssw time again, that wont be too bad, i can do that. and then i fucking set up by whore phone and downloaded the grindr apk (and it was fucking horrible and evil to do and i hate that evil horrible useless phone) (also did u know u need to send in id for age verification on google now? 101 internet safety says to not do that are u crazy?) and started getting dms and i wanted to cry i got so overwhelmed. like idk if i can do it, but like.. i kinda gotta? idk man. im trying to see things positively? like, i got the form for the work capability assessment and spent all of yesterday photocopying medical letters which detail diagnoses and assessments and reference hospitilisations, etc but also the dwp are evil so who knows if its enough? im trying to get my pip reevaluated but they havent even sent me the Form for that yet? so again! who! knows! i feel like im in beurocracy hell and i cant leave? my uni are trying to work with me, but multuple medical professionals have told me to interrupt or drop out and like if people who are meant to be like have something in your life to keep you going dont think i can do it, what chance do i have of Actually doing it? i dont know what to do anymore.
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