I've not worked for over five years. According to the general mood of the media these days I'm a bone idle scrounger. The fact I worked full time for 18 years prior to my breakdown in 2005 means nothing it seems. The solution to my non-availability to be told how to stack shelves in Tesco by a spotty fop haired twat a third of my age is to cut my benefits in order to persuade me that I would be financially better off in work, if not emotionally.
So at some point they will call me in for an assessment and do the 'witch test'. In medieval times, if you were suspected of being a witch they would sit you on a ducking stool and plunge you head first into a pond. If you drowned then it was deemed that you were a human being (albeit a dead one!). If you managed to get your head above water and not drown then this was evidence of witchcraft, therefore you were sentenced to death!
This is pretty much what happens now with the ESA....If you fail to turn up for your appointment you are deemed to not be engaging with 'the system'. Therefore your benefits will be stopped or reduced. If you do turn up for your appointment, you are deemed to be able to cope with your depression perfectly adequately because you CAN get up and out of bed and motivate yourself to be somewhere at a specific time!
Well, I am old enough, sensible enough and demotivated enough to take no part whatsover in this fascist approach to mental illness. I'll not go to any appointment, but will stay in bed and wait for the bailiffs to turn up eventually.
It's very hard to give a shit any more when people with serious depression are routinely treated as lazy benefits cheats when the truth is, many of us are utterly unemployable due to our fractious mood and disregard for life and its petty futility. If I was well enough to care about the future I would care enough to either want to work or want to preserve the measly 90 quid a week they give me to survive on. As far as I am concerned, if I'm going to sit on a ducking stool it will be one of my making, not some arsehole from the civil service whose existence is even more worthless and irrelevant than mine!
P.S. Smiley emoticons have no place on a depression forum. I hate the damn things. If you can post cartoon smiles and hold down a job then your 'depression' is nothing more serious than a mild case of the blues. Pull yourselves together and ditch the stupid emoticons!