This is one of the things I have to deal with.

I get a real buttload of flack from all walks of life. I'm on benefits, and as a carer exempt from the usual crap of going down the JobCentre and looking for work. Scrounger, lazy, crazy, scruffy and worthless. Probably a stoner and a drunk too, its not my favourite place to hang out anyway. They hate me in any case - even if I didnt have Bea to look after I'm practically unemployable.

Who in their right mind would take on someone who could replace them and half their staff, and document it in multimedia. Thats another reason the benefits agency dont like me very much, and I'm not proud of it. I should be, I know, but I'm not a star...

Then I get this nonsense. Luckily for them, it isnt for me. Because we have an agreement about this after lengthy discussion with the social arm of local authority... But if you want evidence of the idiocy of this government that ^^^ would be it. Instead, they are asking my daughter to justify her benefits.

Considering they wrote to me, and know I have to fill it in on her behalf because of her profound disabilities. They wont even let me volunteer, or do charity work without sanctioning me. What the actual f*ck is wrong with these people?

I'm not crazy, but there is a real danger to my sanity and thats why I get depressed. There's only one way out. Two if I count suicide, and I dont mean crying for help. Been there, done that, have a range of hand-painted TShirts on the subject... What the system wants is Bea in care and me earning them significant tax return on my endeavours, and I'd agree if she minded. But we both know it means her staring at the walls, unkempt and not cared for like I do, while I fly off to fulfil my dreams.

Would you?