I spotted this post the other day. For the reasons of wanting to post something, I was unable to contribute at the the time. Reading and typing a lot is not a simple thing these days.
Again, for the reasons of wanting to post, I am unsure what this post is exactly about, whether it is someone advocating the use of Atos to catch scroungers regardless of who gets screwed over or what. I simply don't have the capability of reading and digesting as I once did, as all of the effort seems to be getting the words off the page.
I did want to add my views though as someone who has experienced Atos already and who unfortunately is due to face them again early next year, and who is, quite frankly, messing his pants at some jobsworth who knows nothing about me finding me fit for work based on how I look and what I can do.
I haven't worked since January 2010. I had problems that affected walking, and for a postman that is not a good thing, so I had to give it up. Until October last year when I was granted DLA (or finally granted as I applied in March) I have never claimed a penny in benefits, supporting myself on the proceeds of my retirement payout, money left over from a house sale when I moved, and, when refused ESA, a cashed in endowment policy. I tried to claim ESA in April 2011 when I accepted that I was not even capable of a part time job (which was all i needed ironically) and though I did not have a properly confirmed medical reason as to what was wrong, the fact that I was stumbling and falling over, plus suffering severe shaking when trying to write and tie shoelaces IN FRONT OF THEM, I was found fit for work. I had actually been set up for an MRI but the Atos thing came first.
I had the MRI a few weeks later, and it was discovered I had a brain tumour. Long story short, it was found to be benign but had probably been growing a number of years by then. Whatever, it left me suffering dizziness, clumsiness, headaches, walking problems and general weakness.
Attempts to treat it have been futile. It is growing in a place best accessible via the nose, but is calcified and cannot be removed that way. Neither is chemo or radio any good (even specialised treatment currently only available in the USA) and conventional surgery would be too difficult or dangerous to attempt. Basically, it could do more harm than good if they tried, and until it paralyzes or blinds me of it's own accord, they can do nothing.
To look at me, I look normal. I can walk, albeit it slowly and using a wall to support me. I cannot walk far at all. I can read (providing the typeface is big enough) and I can write, though within minutes the shakes take effect and the writing is a scrawl. My vision is blurred at times, and also double vision, but I can see where I am going and and am not blind...yet. I am also photophobic and suffer headaches as a result of bright light, so I can no longer truly appreciate a sunny day. In fact by the evening, even with doing NOTHING all day apart from getting up and going to the sofa, I am a wreck...imagine parkinsons and you won't be far off. The more I do, the more I feel the effects.
I am lucky. There are others worse than me, people in pain or with cancer, but the bottom line is I cannot work. Going upstairs to the toilet is like running a marathon as I am breathless when I get there. I sometimes also need to take breaks when getting dressed as I don't have the strength to lift my butt to pull the trousers up. Even pulling the foil off a bottle of milk can be impossible at times - if I have exerted myself prior to trying to, I just haven't the strength. The only good thing to come out of all this is that I now appreciate more those, who like me, have an invisible illness.
My point is, to someone whose agenda is whether I tick the boxes on a checklist, I WOULD pass their assessment of someone who can work. No provision will be allowed for the fact that I had difficulty doing them, or that I could not sustain them for long,