Who's Going To Employ Me?

Given the current push to get sick and disabled people into work, it was kind of always inevitable that I was going to find myself pushed into a traditional job direction sooner or later... and, as I look for opportunities to break into employment after an extended period of not having a traditional job, I find myself hitting all the stumbling blocks out there.

First off, I don't have any references that I can present to prospective employers - and I don't have any friends who might be able to write me a personal reference either, then my health has taken a huge knock, which means that many jobs are no longer suitable for me - including retail and childcare that I am trained in. Add in my hearing impairment and a number of sit down jobs suddenly become unsuitable, too.

I have been out of the job market for a long time - which will likely mean that I will need to brush up on my experience and skills again before I can enter the job market and I'm not even sure of my ability to perform in any career.

Are The Long Term Unemployed Really Being Forced To Accept Any Job That They Can Find?

One thing that I've really been watching with interest recently is the British Government's attempts to get the disabled back into work.

Over and over again, there has been a mantra repeated where Government ministers are claiming that there is training available for those who need to brush up on skills or re-qualify to be able to work once again.

But, what does this translate as when you go to your local job centre?

In my experience, I've found that the translation that you'll get depends on exactly who you see on the day in the job centre. I'm currently in a situation where I am unable to work as a result of medical conditions because there aren't any jobs suitable for me to do that won't place me in a situation where I could potentially be a danger to myself or others around me.

I am fortunate in that I am strong enough to maintain this principle and stick by my guns, no matter what they might threaten me with - especially given the fact that my health is currently under investigation by my doctor anyway.

Having been to three appointments now, I've been through three different advisers and noted with some interest that the name of my adviser has changed with each appointment that I've had... which has meant that I've had to start sharing my story over again at each appointment that I've attended. I finally decided that enough was enough at my last appointment and said something because I need the stability that comes from seeing someone regularly rather than having to share my information with the whole office every week.

I now have an appointment to see the guy that I last saw again on December 1st - which I can't wait for, considering that I reiterated that I'm currently unsuitable for employment right now... however, I am willing to attend training in order to earn my payments until my health is sorted to the point where they feel safe enough to suggest that I begin to work on getting some work experience under my hat.

Here's the point that I'm trying to get at in this post. My adviser assured me that training wouldn't be a problem for me... yet, two weeks before, when I asked a different adviser for some way into training or experience for a disabled person who hasn't worked in over fifteen years, I was told that there was no training available and the only option available was employment or voluntary work.

Thinking on this at home, I'm now left to conclude that your chances of being looked at for training depends on who you end up with on the day of your appointment... which means that we have to go through some trial and error in order to figure out who is open minded enough to at least consider training positions for those who have been out of employment for a long time and are unsure on what careers might suit them as a result of deterioration of their bodies in that time.

Though I am currently too sick to work, I've still been looking at what is available for me to do locally in the way of training and I saw what would have been a perfect opportunity for me when I was last in my local job centre... until I sat and read the smaller print.

As is typical with many training options, the opportunity was full time over the course of a year. For a lot of people, this isn't really a problem... but when you factor in that some of the people who are coming through your doors will have mobility challenges that might mean that they are unable to work full time, it would be nice to see training providers catch up to the rest of us and offer the same qualification over a part time course - even if it does extend the time spent studying from one year to two or more depending on how long it would take the student to earn the total number of hours to satisfy the experience requirement of the course that they are studying.

In doing this, we also stand a greater chance of making training more accessible to a larger number of our population because it might become possible for someone to work part time while also training part time, too.

Instead, we have people being denied any training and being told that they have to apply for jobs that they know they are unable to do. If they don't do this, they will simply get sanctioned for not upholding their end of their commitments agreement.

Speaking personally, I've seen an amputee get told that he must search for work as a warehouse operative for 16 hours a week - which is great when the person is able to walk for the 16 hours working week... but what when they can't? The advisers might claim that they can use wheelchairs or mobility scooters, but how safe are these aids in a warehouse that already has fork lift trucks in operation?

The simple answer to that is:;- Not very safe at all!!! When you think about the height of a car and someone in a wheelchair or mobility scooter, there's already a potential that these people are going to be difficult to see if you are close enough to them... and a car driver doesn't have the added complication of having his or her vision obstructed by a pallet of stock on the front forks to contend with.

Just trying to put some thoughts in order...

I've often studied law over the years... and today has been no different for me. Because there is an element of psychology to law, I tend to study that as well - however, the course I'm studying right now and today's method of "helping those who are most in need" has thrown up some issues that have left me unable to focus on my coursework... so I would like to throw them out there and see what other people think of them.

The first problem that I encountered was three paragraphs looking at the involvement of young men in gangs and criminal activity. On the whole, I'd agree that, at one time, young men were more likely to end up in gangs and committing crimes - but these days, I also feel that young women are in just as much danger of ending up leading a criminal lifestyle as young men are... to that end, I felt that it was more than a little unfair to have half a page dedicated to young men and their involvement in gangs and criminal activity to then compress the involvement of young women into 2 sentences right at the very bottom of the page.

My second issue revolves around the age old idea of class. Our government has spent a long time focussing on how to get the lower classes out of poverty in the hopes that it would reduce the overall crime rate of our nation. Fair do's we all want to cut crime, right?

While I appreciate the stereotypical view that poverty and crime should theoretically go together because it would make sense that those who cannot afford to buy things might be more likely to commit crimes in order to own what everyone else has and takes for granted, I also think that the upper classes are also at greater risk of committing crimes too - the only difference here would be the types of crime that the two classes are committing. While the lower classes are more likely to commit crimes that are more directly related to survival, the upper classes are more likely to commit crimes that would be more recreational since they have no need to do anything in order to simply survive from day to day, they can spend their time seeking to have a good time.

If I'm right and both the lower class citizen and the upper class citizen are just as likely as each other to commit crime... then wouldn't it stand to reason, that for once in our lives, we would be better off dropping the class divide and working with children because they are children as opposed to the class of society that they originate from?

Suffering the effects of The Black Dog

Telling someone who is already suffering the effects of depression to "Get a REAL life" is never going to work. What you don't realise is that depression is an isolating disease... getting out of bed in a morning is no big deal for you - for me, it takes a similar effort as running a marathon. Yes, I might be up, I might even be here, but I know that this isn't me.

Looking in the mirror, I have no idea who it is looking back at me. I need the familiar - familiar faces, familiar places... I know that it might not be healthy for me. The question is, Is it better to have those that you know around you at a time when you don't even know yourself?

I can have the freedom to come and go as and when I choose and not be here to enjoy it, or I can live the familiar certainty of the life that I've known for years and dig myself out of this hole.

"Relax and let me in" you say. The truth is that I can't. I know that if I truly let you in, you'll see the poison that I hide deep down inside - you won't like it because you can't deal with it... sooner or later, you'll tire of being my only light in the dark or you don't want to hold my hand when all I can think about is ending my life - yes, I know it's the tenth time this week - trust me, I've thought about it many more times than that, but I chose not to burden you with it.

Seek professional help you say - trust me, professional help only goes so far... ultimately, you are the one left alone trying to prevent the ship from sinking. It's okay that you might not know what to say to me. I understand that depression isn't easy for those who have no experience. Sometimes, it's okay not to have a magic wand to make everything better... sometimes, the best way that you can help is to sit me in your lap, wrap your arms around me and give me a (real or virtual) hug until I feel better. I need someone to love me in the way that I'm incapable of loving myself right now.

Sure, I might cry or feel unworthy, but that is the best way that you can help me as I walk through my Valley of The Shadow of Death.

Why the law on financial abuse as a form of Domestic Violence doesn't go far enough

Financial abuse is perhaps one of the easiest forms of abuse to hide... why is that? The answer is simply because it can be one of the hardest to prove. This is especially true in cases where you have a joint benefit claim. The reason for this is because the common way to pay out benefits is to place both parties money together and pay it out as a lump sum because it is cheaper to process this way than it would be to treat each person as the individual that they are.

Most of the time,  the current system works great because there are many more people who don't have any idea of what financial abuse is than there are who live with financial abuse.  However,  it's the small group who face financial abuse as a reality that we need to reach out to for the simple reason being that if someone is being subjected to financial abuse,  there's a good chance that they will be living with other forms of abuse and domestic violence as well.

As I said earlier, on benefit forms, there is a space to add card details where your benefits can be paid into, should your claim be successful. The card details that you put into this section doesn't have to be a card that is registered in your name... nor does it have to be a joint account for joint claimants - so, in theory, nothing stops you from using any random bank account to have your money paid into. There are no che checks at all made to see if you have access to the account or the money that is placed into it.

No one knows if the money is being withdrawn and shared out fairly or if one party is keeping every penny to themselves - and there is no way to prove this one way or the other.

As far as the new law goes, it's great that victims of this type of abuse have some small crumbs of protection - but unless someone, somewhere sees and recognises what is happening then has the courage to speak out on the victims' behalf... then not a lot is going to change.

The odds of the victim finding their own voice are slim to none - and even those who do want out of their domestic violence situation and don't have a bank account of their own are forced to try to stash money around the house in the hope that their abuser won't find it because even bank accounts leave a paper trail that could lead to their preparation being discovered before they are ready to finally leave.

Don't lock me in

A few months ago, I had to go to the hospital with my niece. Because we had no transport, we had to go in an ambulance. I remained in A&E with her until she was transferred up to a ward - at which point, I was told that I couldn't stay any longer.

By now, it was 5am and I had no money on me and at least an hour to wait for the first buses of the day to take to the road. The only things that I'd managed to grab were a phone and my cigarettes.

Obviously, there aren't going to be many family and friends up at that time in a morning - and those who are are either at work or going to work. So I did the only thing that I could. I called my husband and asked him what I should do to get home. He told me to call a taxi and he would pay the fare once I got home.



I went back into the hospital and called for a taxi using the phone provided. When the taxi arrived, my heart was in my shoes when I saw that it was a guy. As soon as I got into the cab, he wanted £10 before he'd pull away from the curb. Of course, I didn't have it to give to him. I managed to convince him to take me home though and avoided conversation with him for the most part.

Upon nearing home, the driver locked the doors to prevent me from running without paying the fare. I guess that is understandable - it must be a common problem for taxi drivers. The problem for me is that I don't trust men, II don't trust men who I don't know and I don't like being confined without my knowledge and consent.

Being locked in the taxi that morning was a very triggering experience for me, not only as a woman travelling by herself, but as a rape survivor. I have to admit that I really had to fight the desire to revert back to the unhealthy coping mechanisms that I turned to after my rape - all for the sake of £13?

It wasn't much of a fare - and the taxi driver was much taller and fitter than I was!  The point that I'm trying to make here is that in locking people in who have survived rape takes away their ability to feel safe and the feeling that they have a choice about being where they are. If I hadn't had other people present that day, I would have ended up back in hospital - which wasn't really worth it for the amount of the fare. It would be great if taxi drivers would use some common sense before locking the doors.

Do hypes really die out that fast?

Remembering 9/11 yesterday happened to get me thinking about other things that were around at about the same time - and one of the things that have stuck in my mind are the "Electrifying" arcade games from around 1999.

One of them was an Uncle Fester idea - which I believe came out at around the same time as an Addams Family movie. The other was a Giant Electric Chair (I suspect that this one might not have made it very big in America because of the chair being used as a form of execution).

The aim of both games was pretty simple in that you had to hold on to 2 "metal" pegs for as long as you could while they delivered "shocks" in the form of vibrations through the pegs and into your arms. The prize was a receipt that stated how many volts of electricity you were able to stand.

Unfortunately, I was unable to find a picture of the chair version of this game, but I did find one of the Fester version:-

As far as I can remember, these were the "Must Play" games for around 2 years before they vanished entirely almost as quickly as they appeared in our amusement arcades. I can't help but wonder why they disappeared almost overnight? I understand that most fads tend to be pretty shortlived... but given the cost to purchase these things in the first place, arcade machines usually last at least a little longer than this fad did.

My initial thoughts were that maybe it'd turned out that there was some sort of accident associated with the machines - which is why they vanished as fast as they did, but I've done some research on Google and as yet I've been unable to find anything that would explain why they were shipped out as fast as they were. Past experience also tells me that the stigma of ride malfunctions and accidents aren't exactly easy to cover up, with the results being easy to find online months or even years later.

The most frustrating part for me has to be that I never did get the chance to get my receipt for either this or the chair.