The Life of John

Danni and I have been discussing my difficulties over the past few days. She has informed me that because of the nature and severity of some of these difficulties that it would be a good idea for me to apply for Disability Living Allowance. This has been a bit of a difficult one to accept. It’s that word. Disability. I do not consider myself to be disabled, but at the same time I am coming to accept that I do have issues with day to day life that I need help with. When I was in Hull I struggled. I had nobody to support me so half the time I didn’t manage to eat, when I did it was either a ready meal or pasta with a jar of sauce and that would be it for the day. It got to the point where when I moved in with Danni I was about 6 and a half stone. I wasn’t taking care of myself at all and there I was, thinking I was okay. Plainly, I wasn’t. As I mentioned in my previous (private) post, I have had mental health issues of some description for a number of years now. I’m finally coming to the point where I am admitting I need help. The good news is I have an appointment with a psychiatrist coming up next month and a GP appoinment in a couple of weeks. Hopefully the combination of te two will help me deal with things a little bit better.
On a negative note, the CBT I was meant to be doing was a bit of a non-starter. I didn’t like the woman that I was meant to be seeing for it, she was patronising and treated me as though I was a child. I did not like that one bit. That said, I am getting help now, I hope it works