DisabledAceSocialist [comrade/them]

Worked several jobs, including in a nursing home. Got thyroid cancer and the treatment caused me to have a stroke and many other health issues. Thanks to the stroke I’m now partially sighted, can’t walk properly and can no longer work. Also have chronic foot infections and migraines. NHS treatment is so awful it has made my health worse rather than better. My local pharmacist tells me I’m a drain on the NHS because my medications cost so much. Got awarded disability benefits until 2028.

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Cake day: September 21st, 2024

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  • I don’t have a life worth living though. I’m in chronic pain, dosed up to the eyeballs on meds with a ton of side effects, can’t even do basic things like walk or dress myself without great difficulty, trapped indoors much of the time due to often being unable to walk for long periods of time, alone, bored, and facing a lifetime of horrible medical treatments and endless poverty as I’ll never be able to work, constantly going through the stress of being reassessed for benefits. It’s an objective fact that this is not a life worth living, I know society loves to push the toxic positivity narrative and try and convince people in situations like this that their lives are worth living but that’s all a lie. If society had a shred of decency, assisted suicide would be available to me, but society likes to virtue signal and pretend they care too much about the disabled to let us die, all the while making it as difficult as possible for us to access the benefits and medical treatment we need.

    I am already prescribed loratadine for the allergies but they are getting worse over time. I don’t think benadryl will cut it.


  • I’ve thought about it and decided not to contact him again. He hasn’t tried to get in contact in 20 years, despite the fact I’m still in the same town and would be easy to find, and now he isn’t responding to me again. He doesn’t want to be friends and hurtful though it is, I’ve come to terms with it. I realise that if I had a life worth living, as he probably does, I wouldn’t be so hung up on reconnecting with old school friends either. There are people from my past that I’m not interested in being friends with, and if one of them contacted me out of the blue like that I’d probably not respond either, and would think it was weird that they had suddenly contacted me for no reason. Now that the mania has died down I see that that is probably how James sees me, and I won’t bother him again. I suppose a more pressing issue is, in the future if this mania returns and I feel like doing something is a good idea when its not, how do I recognise that and stop in time. The mental health services here are awful, I know I’ll get no decent help, it’s barely worth trying and I can’t handle any more medication. I know I’ll get all the side effects. I’ve also recently started becoming allergic to everything so i want to cut my meds down rather than increase them.