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If its so few people that scrounge how come we all know someone??
If its so few people that scrounge how come we all know someone??
Yes exactly this! Belive me, I know the people in my post DO NOT have private income!
'I know because they tell' - how do you know what they are telling you is true?!
I can see both points here. It must be awful to want to work but not being able to. On the other hand, today one of my year 10 students was refusing to work. She said "what's the point in doing all this to get a job when I can just claim benefits"
Because with the couple of benefit people I've had on my yard, their social workers were the ones who contacted me first looking for livery for their horses and told me upfront how much available income they had. I moved my 'disability allowance' people on (with difficulty) and would never have any more here.
And? They're still getting what they're getting and still able to afford multiple horses. Was that not what the OP was talking about?That was the social workers that gave you that information though, not the people themselves bragging about it.
Surely a social worker should not be discussing those kind of things?!
Ahh I see, I mis read the first postDon't know how it works in the UK but here it is the SW who contacts you regarding boarding horses for their 'clients' and telling you their income is one of the first things they tell you, after they mention the amount of horses each person has. One person 'needed her horses'; she had 6 ...
I love threads like this. They tell me who to put onto ignore. I honestly don't have the emotional energy required to explain to any of you just how hurtful and flat out wrong you are about life on benefits.
I will tell you this:
That it isn't my fault that I am considered uninsurable and therefore unemployable due to my health.
That I have begged for work - any work - and have been oh so very kindly told that I belong on DLA and not to worry.
That I refuse to apply for DLA as I am sick of being labelled, and I don't care how much easier life would be, you can't make me - I want a job.
That I am afraid to tell anyone about my medical condition because of the associated prejudices.
That I have been physically, verbally, emotionally and financially abused by people because of these prejudices and that some of those people were my own family.
That I don't even qualify for work as a medical test subject due to my medical condition.
That the NHS has left me in chronic pain for almost nine years.
That the physiotherapy required to help me walk normally only began this month and has already been cancelled as I had to move house to escape abusive neighbours and now I belong to a different trust - those organising the treatment knew that I had moved before they arranged the first appointment but didn't bother changing my details over.
That the police did nothing regarding the neighbours and their assault because there were three of them, one of me, and none of the witnesses would risk saying anything - isn't NI delightful?
That I still have all the usual concerns that "decent hard working people have", and that this year those concerns reached a point where I attempted to take my own life.
That Lifeline are wonderful people.
That anyone who spouts the sort of "benefits means you are just a scrounger" rhetoric is not a wonderful person.
That I have lived with the risk of dying in my sleep for more than twenty years and that this will never go away because my brain is faulty.
That I have to go through dental treatment without any form of sedation because my brain is faulty.
That the medication for my faulty brain caused me to miscarry my only child and that she would have been three years old this May and that I miss her.
That I had to hide my miscarriage from my family because they needed me to be strong and support my father during my abusive mother's funeral, and that I still haven't told them because they never have time to listen and it really isn't a short conversation and it's too late now to start.
That I am not crying because I don't know how to cry like a normal person - thanks so much for that, mother.
That I have been paid a benefit (gasp) to be a full time carer to another disabled person for over twelve years - guess what, I paid tax for this - despite begging to be assigned actual help as honestly I cannot do this alone, I just can't, but they don't want to have to pay an actual carer as that would cost three times as much.
That I can't get a "real" job as a carer despite having been one for over twelve years as I wouldn't be insurable.
That I have recently graduated with a BA from a Russell Group university and was considered to be one of the best students in my year.
That the field of work I spent four years qualifying for is now haemorrhaging employees rather than recruiting them, so sorry about that, no job!
That I am as close to angry as someone who has been denied emotion can be.
That I am a published writer and self-employed freelance copy editor and illustrator, but that HMRC whom I am in regular contact with don't want my money yet as currently I don't earn enough. Likewise the IRS. Whoo - global economic stuff!
That nanowrimo made me laugh bitterly as I can produce 50k words in a week if need be, but still can't be employed in case my brain malfunctions whilst at work or some such rubbish.
That many people on benefits don't want to be there but can't get out of the system.
That there are different types of benefit and if you are on them due to illness then you are truly unwell.
That you are required to prove yourself yearly and that if you fail they stop your money completely, including rent, until you have successfully reapplied, which takes about three months btw.
That my household of two disabled and ill adults who desperately want to work but aren't considered capable/employable subsists on £170 per week, plus £96 towards rent and rates, and that my rent and rates is £125 per week.
That I still refuse to apply for DLA because I won't give those people who judge another stick to hit me with.
That horses and other animals can be kept to a budget and that they are my reason for not finishing what I started earlier this year.
That I have a vet fund rather than insurance (because insurance companies don't like to insure disabled people) and will PTS if I can't afford to treat.
That I know people who are employed full time in my preferred sector who have perfected the art of pulling sickies to get out of work because the weather is horrid or they are hung-over.
That before I was labelled as incapable, I worked full time for £2.50 per hour before tax, as we didn't have minimum wage then, and I never missed a day.
That by now the platitude of "but disabled people/ill people are different and of course we luffs them" has most likely been said - and that it is immensely offensive.
That some people don't know how lucky they are to be able to work and that I truly hope they never find out what it is like for me and my kind.
That we are indeed a separate group within society.
That benefits and council homes are there for whoever needs them, and that someday that may well be you, and that actually even people in work may also receive benefits, and that it's actually really hard to qualify for them.
That the benefits office pay National Insurance for me so actually I am still contributing to society.
That there are not enough painkillers in the world but luckily my defective brain no longer registers sensation properly and so I am less aware of the pain now.
That I buy my groceries just like you do but can't afford quite as many nice things, but hey - that money still goes back into the economy.
That my carbon footprint is zero, I don't drive, I don't have holidays, I don't smoke, I don't do drugs, and I don't drink - excuse me if I choose to have animals instead.
That every time I think I am wrong about the inherent nastiness of humans a thread like this comes along.
That I will happily swop my life with anyone who thinks that I have it easy because I "don't work" - wow, you think I want to be trapped and dependent?
That benefits paid to couples are paid to one person in the couple and not both and that this leaves many vulnerable people trapped in abusive marriages, especially if they are aged under 35 and have no children as they simply can't afford to live alone and won't have access to what they are entitled to when they first leave either - assuming that they can scrape together enough money to leave, and that their abusive partner will let them go.
That their abusive partners will not simply let them go because hey, abusive!
That the above fact should be taught in schools to prevent these relationships from beginning, but this thread will do for a start.
That no one wants to live below the breadline but sometimes you don't have a choice.
That anyone who doesn't understand this is beneath my contempt.
well written, I too have been through hell the last few years and basically ended up in temporary housing as a single parent with two children. My horse was sold due to this but after a year of feeling depressed as I missed the horses so much, I took on a little native pony and put him on grass livery , no sandschool, no stable and he is cheap to keep, hence native! I have been told by people I shouldn't even have a pony but I work part time (I physically cannot work full time with two young children and childcare would cost more than I would earn) but I can say that he has the essentials of what he needs and any extras I ask for birthday and xmas pressies. I have insurance incase of vets bills but he is my life and has really made me feel myself again. I cannot describe how low I felt when I lost my other animals, my boys dad and my home and my horse all within a week. my pony has been my saviour, rightly or wrongly.I love threads like this. They tell me who to put onto ignore. I honestly don't have the emotional energy required to explain to any of you just how hurtful and flat out wrong you are about life on benefits.
I will tell you this:
That it isn't my fault that I am considered uninsurable and therefore unemployable due to my health.
That I have begged for work - any work - and have been oh so very kindly told that I belong on DLA and not to worry.
That I refuse to apply for DLA as I am sick of being labelled, and I don't care how much easier life would be, you can't make me - I want a job.
That I am afraid to tell anyone about my medical condition because of the associated prejudices.
That I have been physically, verbally, emotionally and financially abused by people because of these prejudices and that some of those people were my own family.
That I don't even qualify for work as a medical test subject due to my medical condition.
That the NHS has left me in chronic pain for almost nine years.
That the physiotherapy required to help me walk normally only began this month and has already been cancelled as I had to move house to escape abusive neighbours and now I belong to a different trust - those organising the treatment knew that I had moved before they arranged the first appointment but didn't bother changing my details over.
That the police did nothing regarding the neighbours and their assault because there were three of them, one of me, and none of the witnesses would risk saying anything - isn't NI delightful?
That I still have all the usual concerns that "decent hard working people have", and that this year those concerns reached a point where I attempted to take my own life.
That Lifeline are wonderful people.
That anyone who spouts the sort of "benefits means you are just a scrounger" rhetoric is not a wonderful person.
That I have lived with the risk of dying in my sleep for more than twenty years and that this will never go away because my brain is faulty.
That I have to go through dental treatment without any form of sedation because my brain is faulty.
That the medication for my faulty brain caused me to miscarry my only child and that she would have been three years old this May and that I miss her.
That I had to hide my miscarriage from my family because they needed me to be strong and support my father during my abusive mother's funeral, and that I still haven't told them because they never have time to listen and it really isn't a short conversation and it's too late now to start.
That I am not crying because I don't know how to cry like a normal person - thanks so much for that, mother.
That I have been paid a benefit (gasp) to be a full time carer to another disabled person for over twelve years - guess what, I paid tax for this - despite begging to be assigned actual help as honestly I cannot do this alone, I just can't, but they don't want to have to pay an actual carer as that would cost three times as much.
That I can't get a "real" job as a carer despite having been one for over twelve years as I wouldn't be insurable.
That I have recently graduated with a BA from a Russell Group university and was considered to be one of the best students in my year.
That the field of work I spent four years qualifying for is now haemorrhaging employees rather than recruiting them, so sorry about that, no job!
That I am as close to angry as someone who has been denied emotion can be.
That I am a published writer and self-employed freelance copy editor and illustrator, but that HMRC whom I am in regular contact with don't want my money yet as currently I don't earn enough. Likewise the IRS. Whoo - global economic stuff!
That nanowrimo made me laugh bitterly as I can produce 50k words in a week if need be, but still can't be employed in case my brain malfunctions whilst at work or some such rubbish.
That many people on benefits don't want to be there but can't get out of the system.
That there are different types of benefit and if you are on them due to illness then you are truly unwell.
That you are required to prove yourself yearly and that if you fail they stop your money completely, including rent, until you have successfully reapplied, which takes about three months btw.
That my household of two disabled and ill adults who desperately want to work but aren't considered capable/employable subsists on £170 per week, plus £96 towards rent and rates, and that my rent and rates is £125 per week.
That I still refuse to apply for DLA because I won't give those people who judge another stick to hit me with.
That horses and other animals can be kept to a budget and that they are my reason for not finishing what I started earlier this year.
That I have a vet fund rather than insurance (because insurance companies don't like to insure disabled people) and will PTS if I can't afford to treat.
That I know people who are employed full time in my preferred sector who have perfected the art of pulling sickies to get out of work because the weather is horrid or they are hung-over.
That before I was labelled as incapable, I worked full time for £2.50 per hour before tax, as we didn't have minimum wage then, and I never missed a day.
That by now the platitude of "but disabled people/ill people are different and of course we luffs them" has most likely been said - and that it is immensely offensive.
That some people don't know how lucky they are to be able to work and that I truly hope they never find out what it is like for me and my kind.
That we are indeed a separate group within society.
That benefits and council homes are there for whoever needs them, and that someday that may well be you, and that actually even people in work may also receive benefits, and that it's actually really hard to qualify for them.
That the benefits office pay National Insurance for me so actually I am still contributing to society.
That there are not enough painkillers in the world but luckily my defective brain no longer registers sensation properly and so I am less aware of the pain now.
That I buy my groceries just like you do but can't afford quite as many nice things, but hey - that money still goes back into the economy.
That my carbon footprint is zero, I don't drive, I don't have holidays, I don't smoke, I don't do drugs, and I don't drink - excuse me if I choose to have animals instead.
That every time I think I am wrong about the inherent nastiness of humans a thread like this comes along.
That I will happily swop my life with anyone who thinks that I have it easy because I "don't work" - wow, you think I want to be trapped and dependent?
That benefits paid to couples are paid to one person in the couple and not both and that this leaves many vulnerable people trapped in abusive marriages, especially if they are aged under 35 and have no children as they simply can't afford to live alone and won't have access to what they are entitled to when they first leave either - assuming that they can scrape together enough money to leave, and that their abusive partner will let them go.
That their abusive partners will not simply let them go because hey, abusive!
That the above fact should be taught in schools to prevent these relationships from beginning, but this thread will do for a start.
That no one wants to live below the breadline but sometimes you don't have a choice.
That anyone who doesn't understand this is beneath my contempt.
I just don't understand why the fact that so many people have stories such as Arizahn and have my true respect, means that I can't also be annoyed at someone who is blatantly playing the system (for example i know someone receiving disability benefit, working cash at hand at the yard full time and I KNOW she doesn't pay tax on it because she had the cheek to ask me for advice on how best to avoid it as I'm an accountant!)? If someone can explain why this is the case I would be most grateful. I understand the issues re judging people, making assumptions etc, but there are situations where people flagrantly lie to avoid work or taxation, and surely everyone else, taxpaying or not, should vilify them?
This.There was an interesting study published by the Guardian (I think) quite recently, about public perception vs. reality. The truth about benefit 'scroungers' is that they make up something ridiculous like 0.3% of all people in the entire country accepting any form of help. It's a tiny, tiny amount, we just happen to have a national media that loves nothing more than pinning the failures of this country on a group of people who can very rarely stand up for themselves (unlike corporations and banks who accept billions a year in forms of 'benefits' and Gov handouts, and sit defending themselves and their tax evasions).
Life is too short to spend time moaning about what other people do or don't have, or judging people you don't know for what they put on show.
then educate her and give her the self worth to aim higher-don't give up on her
(for example i know someone receiving disability benefit, working cash at hand at the yard full time and I KNOW she doesn't pay tax on it because she had the cheek to ask me for advice on how best to avoid it as I'm an accountant!)?