N.B. Personal Independence Payment (PIP) is a benefit in the UK that helps disabled people cover the extra living costs they incur as a result of their impairments, such as needing to pay for a care team or buy pre-cooked food.
Usually, an event like a PIP assessment would send my anxiety into overdrive weeks in advance, but with just two days to go all I feel is indifferent. If anything, I am more anxious about the fact that I don’t feel anxious about the assessment….
Maybe it’s because I have good coping strategies in place that help me keep my anxiety at bay. Maybe it’s because I’m on a dosage of medication that works for me. Maybe it’s because a friend has been helping me and I know he knows his stuff. Or, more likely, it’s a mixture of all three.
I wish I could say I view not being especially worried about the process as an entirely positive thing, but I don’t. Yes, I’d much rather feel indifferent than like I’m going to fall apart any second (which could well be how I actually feel when Tuesday morning rolls around) but the probable reasons for my indifference don’t sit well with me.
Either I’m being so blasé because I’m burying my head in the sand, which I don’t feel like I am, but who knows? Or – and I think this is the most likely cause – I’m trying not to worry because I know the outcome is largely out of my control.
At the end of the day, an assessor is going to come to my house, go over the form and medical evidence I submitted, talk to me about how my cerebral palsy impacts on on my day-to-day life, and decide, what, if any, level of ‘award’ I am entitled to. I feel as though all I can do is answer their questions as clearly and honestly as I can. The rest is up to a stranger I haven’t even met yet.
These things are always unpleasant; telling a stranger about my inability to tie my own shoelaces at the age of 28, or having to ask my work colleagues to cut my food for me if we go out for lunch will always a bit embarrassing for me. It’s one thing to know these things myself, but having to say them aloud to someone else is never nice. Especially when I know I’ll have to talk about it in great detail for any length of time.
But what will be will be, I guess.