On Disability and DLA (One Month Before Heartbreak)

Before you read my post, I want you to read this.

Back? Okay.

I am disabled. I have always had some form of disability. I was born autistic, with difficulties in communication and interacting with the world, a world that’s not really designed for people who think and see things like I do. I developed mental health problems when I was about 12. When I was 18, I had my first stay in a psychiatric ward. While there, I was told I should claim DLA, as my mental health problems were so severe I needed a lot of help just to live. I was one of the lucky ones- I applied and was awarded Higher Care and Lower Mobility on my first try. This means that the assessors agreed that I needed a lot of help during the day, at night, and when I went out.

When I say I was lucky, I mean it. Getting that rate of DLA meant I was automatically considered too ill to work, which meant that I could claim Income Support for incapacity purposes (I was ineligible for Incapacity Benefit as it was then because I’d not made any national insurance contributions) without having to go for medicals. Getting it on my first try meant I didn’t have to try and navigate the appeals system, which I was too ill to try and do. It meant that my partner could claim Carer’s Allowance, which meant he didn’t have to try and work and look after me full time.

The money from DLA pays for me to live as normal a life as possible. The mobility component pays most of the cost of my husband’s travel pass, as I cannot travel independently. The care component has paid for my wheelchair, for other items to help me with my disability. It has paid for ready meals and takeaways so when I was living alone I was able to eat everyday. It has paid for extra clothing when I’ve had weight gain due to medication. It paid for a clothes dryer which meant until my recent relapse, I could still do the washing. It pays for my internet connection so even when I’ve been very ill, I’ve been able to communicate. It pays for my travel costs to attend a college 20 miles away, one where I get specialist support that has enabled me to continue with my education. It has also enabled me to have enough money to pay for my interests, which went a long way in helping me come out of my nearly 12 year long depression.

In addition, Income Support is a passport benefit. It means that my council tax and rent are paid for me (I’m on Local Housing Allowance, which enables me to live in my flat). It pays for my prescriptions, which while I was trying out lots of different medications to try and help me would have been very expensive. The main thing though is that while I am ill, I don’t have to think about working, and nor does the person looking after me (a full time job that currently involves 6+ hours of travelling four days a week, on top of everything else).

I was hoping that once my mental health improved, I would no longer need DLA at the rate I was getting it. I will probably always be eligible for and need some DLA- even when completely well, my communication difficulties and lack of safety while outside caused by being autistic would mean I’d always need some support. Unfortunately, after getting the flu in August 2009 I continued to be physically ill, and I was diagnosed with M.E. a few months ago. The caring duties of my husband now include pushing me to college (as I am unable to walk for more than a minute, or self propel my wheelchair for much longer), physically helping me with tasks such as washing and dressing, making sure I eat even when I feel too ill to do so, and taking over all household tasks as I’m physically unable to do. I also need near constant companionship, because although I’m no longer depressed my brain is still quite capable of turning into a scared, shaky rat thinking that everything is out to get me and I need reassurance that it isn’t the case.

Do I want to work? Yes, very much so. I still look at job adverts in areas that I would be good at, if only I were well enough. I imagine applying for those jobs, being able to earn a wage, to stop being reliant on other people. I dream of being able to walk into an office, being able to manage a full workday, being productive. That’s all not possible at the moment. I manage college part time with frequent rest breaks and with an appalling attendance record. My lecturers are understanding if I cannot get into college that week- an employer wouldn’t be. I also have to rely on support staff while in college to push me to my lessons, to take me to get my lunch, to help me get to the toilet. The reason I continue to go to college is to get me the qualifications I need to eventually be able to work in an area that interests me, as most jobs for those without qualifications aren’t suitable due to things that go with being autistic, such as being sensitive to noise.

Take away my DLA, and I will no longer be able to attend college, or to buy the extra items that being disabled I need, including things like my wheelchair. Take away my Income Support, and I will no longer be able to live in my flat, to take my medication, to eat, to manage anything. I’ll be homeless while unable to walk, while unable to communicate effectively, while unable to care for myself. Force my husband to work, and my illness will get worse (as it did while he was ill). I’ve not been suicidal now for several months, but being dead is probably preferable than trying to live without the support, both financial and practical, that I currently get.


I apologise for the muddled-upness of this blog post. I used all my writing spoons on my exam on Thursday.

For Johan’s blog post on this subject, please see Why We Can’t Grin and Bear It Anymore.

For other blog posts in this blog swarm, please see One Month Before Heartbreak.

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Operation Payback

(Spot the WoW reference :P)

Yesterday I was really proud of how much I’d been able to do the last week- making microwave meals for both me and Johan, looking after Johan, keeping the kitchen clean (including washing dishes everyday). I even managed to do a past paper and some revision yesterday (which has shown me the areas I still need to revise).

Today: crash. My body is letting me know in every way it can that I’ve been pushing myself way too hard, and I have full blehness. I got up after 11 1/2 hours uninterrupted sleep (very unusual), sat at my computer, opened my post, and had to go straight back to bed. I alternated between reading and dozing in bed, before finally getting the energy to sit in my computer chair for a bit.

Luckily, I’m now feeling a bit better. At least I don’t feel like I’m going to faint every time I stand up, and can remain standing for more than a couple of seconds. I’m still feeling really weak and ill, more than normal, but I’m sure it will get better so long as I rest properly.

My exam is on Thursday. Not being able to get into college this week because of Johan’s flu means I’m feeling very unprepared. For various reasons revising at home is difficult, so most of my revision will have to take place at college. Does anyone know any online sites for revising for AS Computing, specifically the Comp 2 exam? My past paper shows that my main issue is wording- I know the material, I just don’t use the right words which would lose me marks. That’s something to be grateful for at least, as it means if I can get all the terminology into my head I should get a decent grade.

2010 in Review

Stolen from Useless CPN, Serial Insomniac and Not A Nursing Student Blog. (I read a lot of blogs who read each other… which is how I found most of them.)

Anyway, 2010 in 40 questions πŸ™‚

1. What did you do in 2010 that you’d never done before?
Get married πŸ˜€

2. Did you keep your New Year’s Resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
I may have set some, but I couldn’t find them so have no idea if I kept them. Probably not. I have made some new ones- they’re in a recent post πŸ™‚

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
Nope.

4. Did anyone close to you die?
Someone who I wasn’t exactly close to, but I liked and admired, did.

5. What countries did you visit?
Scotland.

6. What would you like to have in 2011 that you lacked in 2010?
Energy, and the ability to walk relatively distances again.

7. What dates from 2010 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
13th August. I got married πŸ™‚

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Finally getting properly over the 12 years of depression.

9. What was your biggest failure?
Not keeping in contact with Sammie.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
I already had M.E., but I was only diagnosed in October and it got a lot worse, and my part time wheelchair use became near full time wheelchair use.

11. What was the best thing someone bought you?
My wedding ring (Johan bought me it :))

12. Whose behaviour merited celebration?
Johan’s, for being being so patient and understanding through everything this year.

13. Whose behaviour made you appalled and/or depressed?
Dunno.

14. Where did most of your money go?
Living costs, wedding and holidays/honeymoon.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
Getting married!

16. What songs will always remind of 2010?
Fireflies by Owl City, most of the Glee songs πŸ™‚

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
a) happier or sadder?
Happier.
b) fatter or skinnier?
I think I’m about the same, though I’ve lost and gained about a stone through the year (my weight, it be the fluctuating).
c) richer or poorer?
About the same.

18. What do you wish you’d done more of?
Housework (even though it was being ill that stopped me).

19. What do you wish you’d done less of?
Overdoing it when I got that cold a couple of months ago, because it triggered a big relapse.

20. How do you plan to spend Christmas?
I spent it with Johan πŸ™‚

21. Did you fall in love in 2010?
No, because I was already in love πŸ˜›

22. How many one night stands?
None πŸ˜›

23. What was your favourite TV programme?
Doctor Who!

24. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?
Nah. I don’t hate anyone. I strongly dislike some people (or their actions, to be more accurate) though.

25. What was the best book you read?
I can’t remember any of the books I’ve read in 2010 (that sucks).

26. What was your greatest musical discovery?
Brett Domino πŸ™‚

27. What did you want and get?
Married πŸ˜€

28. What did you want and not get?
A new television πŸ˜›

29. What was your favourite film of this year?
Inception

30. What did you do on your birthday?
I feel terrible about this, but I can’t actually remember.

31. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
Being able to enjoy being mentally much more healthy, instead of getting physically worse. Oh, and being able to remember things πŸ™‚

32. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2010?
Erm… purple?

33. What kept you sane?
Quetiapine, trazodone and chocolate.

34. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Summer Glau

35. What political issue stirred you the most?
The changes in the benefits system.

36. Who do you miss?
Quite a few people.

37. Who was the best new person you met?
There’s a few πŸ™‚

38. What was the best thing you ate?
Eton Mess in a restaurant in the MetroCentre. It was amazing.

39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2010?
Life is worth living, even if you can’t see it.

40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:
This was a triumph. I’m making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS. πŸ™‚

New Year Resolutions

Today is New Year’s Eve, so I thought it was a good idea to make some resolutions for the new year.

  1. Be kind to myself.
    This is a hard one, but I’m getting much better at it than I was. It includes trying to limit stuff that causes me pain, both physically and mentally. The hardest part is ignoring some of the criticism from people I respect, as with the way my brain works it turns into a big hideous monster and spawns self loathing.
  2. Be more aware of my limitations, and stop overdoing it so much.
    Having M.E. means I don’t get the luxury of being able to do everything I want (or need, in some cases). Since having that bad cold in November, my functioning level has decreased quite a bit, so I’m struggling with things that I previously didn’t have problems with, such as chatting online and playing WoW (/cry). It took a little bit for it to sink in though that I couldn’t do as much as I could in October. It will mean I have to assess whether something is worth the energy expenditure before I do things, and I’ll have to decline more social invites and such, but my health is more important.
  3. If something is medically wrong, seek help sooner, rather than 6 months down the line.
    Yeah. This doesn’t mean I go see the doctor whenever I have a cold (if I have a bad cold, then getting to the doctors probably isn’t possible anyway) but if anything unusual happens, like (using examples from the past here) new severe pain that I don’t know the cause of, parts of my body suddenly become paralysed, or I take far longer than normal to recover from something, then I should go see someone. I’ve caused myself enough suffering because I have been reluctant to see the doctor, and it’s about time I stopped.

I think that’ll do. If I think of more, and they’re actually achievable, I may add to them later.

Earlier I was looking through my old blog for this time last year (to see if I’d posted any resolutions- I couldn’t find any). It’s strange reading back those blog posts- they feel like they’re written by someone completely different. Although I know that I wrote them, I’m slightly scared that I was that ill, and in that much mental pain. Even though physically I’m worse than I was then (though I did already have M.E., and it was having an impact) mentally I’m much, much better. I still struggle with mental health problems, especially anxiety, panic attacks and phobias, but I wouldn’t class them as that severe now. The big thing is that I no longer experience suicidal thoughts- the closest I get is when I’m in extreme pain and think I’d rather be dead than have to deal with the pain, but it’s different, because I don’t actually want to be dead- I’m just not coping with the pain at that moment. Those thoughts only happen when I’m 10 on the Danni pain scale anyway.

The Danni pain scale- it’s a pain scale similar to the one used in hospitals, translated into Danni-ish so I can understand it.

0 is no pain at all (last experienced sometime in the 90s, I think).
1 is where I was before M.E. when I was on strong painkillers, like tramadol or morphine after a gallstone attack had finished but the painkillers were in my system.
2 is where I was when I took normal painkillers for the before M.E. aches and pains I had.
3 is a before M.E. good day.
4 a before M.E. normal day, with a bit of hip pain, maybe a mild headache caused by sensory stuff like lights or noise.
5 is moderate hip pain, or a bad headache.
6 is a before M.E. bad hip day, where walking would be really painful and difficult, and sometimes not possible for that long. 6 is also the level of pain I’m in now when I’m just lying in bed, without moving, on a good day. It’s also the level where paracetamol and ibuprofen start being a lot less effective (if they help at all).
7 is mild gallstone attack land, migraine land or sitting up on a good day with M.E. I’m here probably about 1/4 of the time these days.
8 is a moderate gallstone attack, where I’d had no choice but to lie down, and would also take tramadol once I’d been prescribed it. It’s also where I am normally (about half the time) these days, on a good day at college or similar.
9 is where I lose the ability to concentrate at all, as the pain is that bad. When I had a gallstone attack and tramadol wasn’t working for it, it was normally this level, and I’d need morphine to deal with it. This is a normal bad day now, and all I want to do is lie down. I also tend to get very hot and sweaty at this point.
10 is where the pain is so bad I just want to die. I can’t move at all, and I can’t sit up. It’s also the level I was at when I passed out with gallstone pain once. Luckily, I’ve only been here a couple of times since getting M.E., but I don’t want to be here again.

Right now I’m around an 8. My muscles and joints are very sore and achy, moving makes me wince slightly and I have a headache. That’s about normal.

I find it very hard to describe pain, and I’m also aware I don’t display pain very well. The main outward signs that I’m not coping with pain is that I’m very irritable and snappy, and/or I become very quiet and withdrawn. To make it harder, I try to hide the fact I’m not coping, and try to hide the irritability. There are lots of factors that affect my ability to cope with pain though, so if I’m otherwise calm and not doing anything, my tiredness isn’t too bad, and I have the opportunity to lie down if I need, I can cope up to an 9, but it’s rare that’s the case. 10 is so unbearable, the worst it can get, so I can’t cope with that at all. I don’t have much choice though, as I don’t have access to painkillers (other than alcohol) so just have to get through it. Trying to cope with the pain is exhausting, and makes my tiredness a lot worse.

In other news, Johan’s still ill. He’s not in pain any more, but he’s still exhausted and he says everything still tastes weird. He has been able to get upstairs to sleep though, so his mobility is still better than mine, even though he’s recovering from the flu (/grumble).

I’ve spent most of the last few days asleep, dozing or not moving much at all, even for me. Christmas took it out of me, and I’ve not had the concentration to do that much. I’ve played a bit of World of Warcraft, but not done as much as I’d hoped to have done by now. I did get DannΓ­ to level 85 though, so that’s a start.

Since I’ve managed to doze off in my computer chair writing this, I guess I’ll post it now and go and get some sleep, as I’ve turned completely nocturnal.

A Worgen Named Prudence

So my near-daily blog posts haven’t happened. I’ve been too tired. I was off college for a week because of the snow, then struggled in for the next week, having to go backwards most of the time. The snow then cleared up, and I finished college for the term with the Interface Christmas party, which was way too noisy, but I enjoyed it by hiding and talking to friends.

World of Warcraft: Cataclysm has been released, and my copy arrived very late from Amazon- 6 days late. DannΓ­ is currently level 83, and I have a Worgen named Prudence. She was named by asking a well-read friend of mine to give me lists of female names that would have been in use in Victorian Britain, and I kept trying them until I found one that wasn’t taken. Prudence was it πŸ˜› The Worgen starting area is epic.

I also have a Goblin called Dannileia. The Goblin starting area is extremely funny. I loved it πŸ™‚ I want the Hot Rod on DannΓ­ now, even though she’s Alliance and can’t get it.

I’ve not been playing as much World of Warcraft as I’d originally wanted because my M.E. is pretty bad, and I’ve been going out way more than I should have been. I’ve also had a rough couple of weeks due to being premenstrual for the first time in almost 2 years (yay coil!). As well as the Christmas party, I went to the MetroCentre to do Christmas shopping and the next day to a meal in Newcastle for my sister Meggy’s birthday. Both involved noise, crowds and socialisation (the second more than the first). It was hard. Luckily I’m pretty much finished with my Christmas shopping now, and just have to wrap everything.

Plan for tomorrow/later today: wrap presents, get someone to deliver them, tidy living room, sleep.