Monday, 9 July 2012

Dear ATOS; please don't destroy my life.

FYI, all y'all Sparticus types.

I returned my ESA form today. It's a bit ridiculous. Tell us how you need help carrying an empty cardboard box. Tell us what you would do if you got lost. Tell us how you feel when you piss yourself in public. That sort of thing.

The old system is very black and white. If you had difficulties in working, you didn't work. I get why that is not sustainable. Some people could have better lives if they had help earning there own money. ESA is presented as a way to enable more disabled people to go to work, by catering for their needs better.

By looking for the grey area. You know, the bit where they can say "well, you're not DEAD..."

When things like this happen, it's very difficult to trust this government. Atos, the company who undertake the process of reassessing peoples benefits, are unlikely to have people's best interest. A friend of a friend works for the DWP. I'm told that Atos will receive considerable bonuses for each person they declare fit for work. It's big business, apparently. In that case, why would they care?

You know your life? The one they are about to fuck up? Yeah, don't take it personally. It's just business, after all.

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