I was apprehensive about going to this interview as I was scared it'd be used as an opportunity to try to take my IB away.
The job centre plus office would ordinarily be a half hour walk away were I well, but I allowed 50 minutes as walking is a bit problem for me at the moment (prior post in newbies- am not diagnosed yet- next specialist appointment is 2 days away). Of course that wasn't enough time as I was in so much pain and I had to rush so much to get there towards the end. By the time I arrived I was purple in the face, sweating bullets and limping terribly.
The chap conducting the interview had to give me a 'moment' before calling me over as I was in such a state. I'm not sure what usually happens but he agreed I'm not fit to work at the moment and just gave me some leaflets about permitted work, health care help and courses. He was genuinely sympathetic and made a point at the end of saying he hopes things get better for me soon. So I'd worried a bit for nothing. It did seem like he was 'on my side' and was only there to offer help should I be well enough to take it.
I walked home and had to stop to sit down several times on the way home- luckily I live near the sea and there are plenty of benches about
By the time I got home I was drenched with sweat and all I could do was dump my bag in the hall, strip off my sodden clothes, lay a towel on the bed and collapse. This is the worst day I've had in about a month. I slept for about 2 hours and am too exhausted to lift a book. Typing this has taken it out of me and I'm going to lay down again now.
The point of this was to say if you're worried about Pathways to work, don't be, as it was fine.
The job centre plus office would ordinarily be a half hour walk away were I well, but I allowed 50 minutes as walking is a bit problem for me at the moment (prior post in newbies- am not diagnosed yet- next specialist appointment is 2 days away). Of course that wasn't enough time as I was in so much pain and I had to rush so much to get there towards the end. By the time I arrived I was purple in the face, sweating bullets and limping terribly.
The chap conducting the interview had to give me a 'moment' before calling me over as I was in such a state. I'm not sure what usually happens but he agreed I'm not fit to work at the moment and just gave me some leaflets about permitted work, health care help and courses. He was genuinely sympathetic and made a point at the end of saying he hopes things get better for me soon. So I'd worried a bit for nothing. It did seem like he was 'on my side' and was only there to offer help should I be well enough to take it.
I walked home and had to stop to sit down several times on the way home- luckily I live near the sea and there are plenty of benches about
By the time I got home I was drenched with sweat and all I could do was dump my bag in the hall, strip off my sodden clothes, lay a towel on the bed and collapse. This is the worst day I've had in about a month. I slept for about 2 hours and am too exhausted to lift a book. Typing this has taken it out of me and I'm going to lay down again now. The point of this was to say if you're worried about Pathways to work, don't be, as it was fine.
