Over the last couple of days I have been filling in the dreaded ESA50 to transfer from IB to ESA and it has made me profoundly depressed.
I live my life by not dwelling too much on the future or the past. Filling this form in has made me realize that I don’t dwell on the present either! I don’t spend much time thinking about what I can’t do I just get on with it. (after all what choice is there?)
After trying to put into my disabilities words I find that I am acutely aware of them. As I struggle to get up from the sofa I imagine an ATOS assessor watching. I can only walk a few M so that should be 15 points on descriptor number 1 and be done with it and yet I still have to describe my toileting etc.
Hey Ho. My best wishes to everyone currently cataloguing every nook and cranny in order to qualify for ESA or DLA.