A survivor of the system but no thanks to the DWP.
Last week I met a lovely man once again. I didn’t recognise him, and I had to look twice. The last time that I saw him he was very thin, he was hungry and very depressed. Why? The Jobcentre kept sanctioning him even though he had fully complied with his job search requirements. It had got that bad that he was very close to loosing his home and he was thinking of taking his own life. The DWP had taken every bit of hope away from him. He had nothing left inside him. Both myself and his girlfriend had given him some advice and he survived.
He sat opposite me, and I told him that I didn’t recognise him, his whole persona had changed. There was a spark in his eyes and he had put a lot of weight on. I asked him what had happened, and he told me…
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Same Difference 
You only have to apply for 2 jobs per week to comply unless you have a disability then it could be as low as 1 per fortnight, even zero if there are no jobs you could do! People should learn to fight for their rights, something the JC+ doesn’t expect of an unemployed person, when I was unemployed before I got ESA I used to tell the JC+ I would only apply for jobs that I thought I could do, if at that time working for benefits was around I would have told them I will only work for the same wage as the person doing the same job as me, or minimum wage whichever is the greater, for a person my age 44, at the time.
In the 2 years 4 months I was unemployed I terrorised the local JC+ starting with the woman I saw to start my claim she said I had to look for full time work only and I ripped up the paper she asked me to sign, twice, threatened to end the life of an adviser pulling him over the desk, then telling the security guard to go score some steroids or he was next, they tried to exclude me from JC+ but they lost that argument as I claimed I had no other way of looking for work unless they were going to pay for me to go round the city and ask for work. After those they couldn’t wait to get me out of the place, I was usually in & out within 3 minutes as I was given to the first person free after entering and handing over my booklet. Apart from my monthly visits to the disability employment adviser there was only one time some prat tried to get me to apply for an HGV job, I ripped it up in front of him and said I don’t have any HGV entitlement on my licence so Foxtrot Oscar signed the card and walked out.
The DWP successfully conspired to murder me.
I was a lifeless sack of bones, directly caused by their wilful knowing actions.
The NHS brought me back to life.
I am a rarity. A survivor of genocide.
Still fighting back!