Mental health, Falkirk and the diversions of the political class

Here is another update from life on the social security cuts scene and a few thoughts from myself…

This time – mental health.

Below you will read about the sort of shit that continues to go down for people who are fighting cuts and/or having to live them while their union-baron and Labour saviours fanny about with Falkirk…newspapers full of all of that this week and nothing on the sort of story you’ll read below. I can’t stand that shit. I really can’t. Fantastic union members and activists all over are working round the clock to fight privatisation and massive job and service cuts and all we get to see on the news at the moment is shot after shot of Len McCluskley and Ed Miliband playing Biggest Penis. That’s leadership for you in a time of crisis. I really hope something extraordinary results from the Falkirk washout – something, perhaps, like a consensus on the reasons why Labour didn’t repeal Thatcher’s draconian anti-strike legislation during the party’s 13 years in power – a move that would have made it more possible (or less impossible, at least) for the “ordinary people” who everyone is suddenly so terribly concerned about to defend their jobs and salaries from Tory destruction.

Whatever. What would I know. What I do know is that while all that leg-lifting and dickswinging goes on, ordinary people and ordinary families deal with situations like this one I’m about to bitch about. This has all been happening while Falkirk has been happening. The difference is that nobody at that end of things gives a fuck.

Anyway:

I was (life being cute) returning from a meeting with Newcastle mental health service users and workers when I read about the DWP’s latest wheeze: the department had been granted leave to appeal the recent Upper Tribunal decision on its responsibilities to ESA claimants with mental health conditions. You may recall that this action against the DWP was brought by the Mental Health Resistance Network last year. Two claimants represented by the Public Law Project argued that Atos work capability assessments discriminated against people with mental health conditions.

As the Public Law Project’s Ravi Low-Beer told me here, the claimants wanted reasonable adjustments made to work capability assessments and the onus put on DWP to source medical evidence for ESA claimants who had mental health conditions at the start of their ESA claims. Not everyone who has a mental health condition is always in a position to source their material, said Low-Beer: “Conditions fluctuate in seriousness, or [people] cannot easily talk about their disability.” That meant people could be found fit for work without their whole medical histories being taken into account.

The courts agreed – but it seems that is too bloody bad, as usual. The DWP wants the decision overturned: “we disagreed with the Upper Tribunal’s original ruling,” the department told me this week, via an email that I felt like kicking through my laptop, “and are pleased that the Court of Appeal has given us permission to appeal.”

So. Isn’t that fantastic. No matter that the change may improve things even slightly for people who must go through the dreadful work capability “process.” No matter that the change may have improved things as far as the public purse goes – people found eligible for ESA from the start when they should be would not, obviously, need to take their case to wildly oversubscribed, increasingly costly, tribunal appeals. Even some of our biggest rightwing wankers could surely see the attraction of that.

But no. “We believe we have made – and continue to make – significant improvements to the work capability assessment process for people with mental health conditions,” the department blathered.

My answer to that – as it has been for a while now – is “prove it.”

BLOODY

WELL

PROVE

IT

Twats.

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I mean something quite specific by that, too. Because, you know – for the last eight or nine months or so, a group of mental health service users and support workers and I HAVE been trying to make the department prove that it has made improvements to WCAs for people with mental health illnesses.

As I have written elsewhere, me, and campaigners from the voluntary sector consortium group Mental Health Northeast (MHNE) and the Newcastle user-led mental health support group Launchpad have been trying in particular to make the department prove the effectiveness of so-called Atos Mental Function Champions (MFCs). What a caution this exercise has been.

For those who don’t know this hopeless story – MFCs were “introduced” into the ESA work capability assessment process, on a Malcolm Harrington recommendation, to “improve,” somehow, WCAs for people with mental health illnesses. MFCs would, according to Atos, “spread best practice and provide advice and coaching to healthcare professionals at any stage in a case” where an ESA claimant had a mental health illness, learning difficulty or cognitive impairment.

Last year in November, Mark Hoban told parliament that he’d introduced an MFC into every assessment centre in the country. Actually, he hadn’t. The DWP told us that there were 60 MFCs across the country and that they largely worked a phone advice line – to “provide advice and support to Atos assessors, spreading best practice, and building links with appropriate stakeholders in their area,” whatever the hell that meant. Since November last year, our group has tried and tried to find out exactly what that meant – how this MFC role works for people with mental health conditions and indeed if MFCs have “improved” assessments for them, and how anybody could tell.

This hasn’t gone well.

Our group has not been able to find any concrete evidence of performance measurements or reporting for the MFC role at all. Despite repeated requests, the DWP could not produce that information and finally admitted that Atos “did not report back to the DWP on things like that.”

This is extraordinary. The MFC role is an important formal concession that the DWP and Atos have made to the monumental concerns raised about the WCA experiences of people with mental health illnesses – but the DWP wasn’t formally monitoring it. ESA claimants did not see MFCs and were not assessed by them: MFCs were there to advise and support Atos assessors only. It’s all very well saying that MFCs were “a great resource” but how would anyone know that? How would the DWP? How would we? Let’s not forget that coroners and GPs have reported that people are committing suicide or attempting suicide because of their experiences with work capability assessments. I mean to say. Jesus Christ, you know. It doesn’t get much more serious than that.

In April, after months (six) of asking, MHNE and Launchpad managed to secure a meeting with the DWP and Atos in Newcastle. One of the two members of the Atos contingent was, it was said, an MFC. The DWP confirmed at the meeting that it didn’t formally collect data from Atos on MFC performance. Atos said that it kept records of calls to MFCs and logs of questions raised with MFCs by Atos assessors – but that it wasn’t prepared to make any of that information public. Which is entirely useless. What’s the point of this role if nobody can see whether it works or not, or what sort of questions Atos assessors are asking of people in it? How can people with mental health illnesses be reassured that their issues are being understood by their Atos assessor if they have no idea what sort of advice MFCs give, or what sort of questions Atos assessors ask MFCs before, during, or after assessments? How can anyone know what the fuck is happening, except the people who are in charge of the “process” and won’t tell anyone what they’re doing?

Other points of note/concern that came out of that meeting:

* Atos and the DWP were unable to provide any specific information on how MFCs were recruited (which seemed bizarre, given that one of the Atos representatives at the meeting was an MFC)

* MFCs are not required to have formal qualifications in mental health. The minimum requirement is that they have some postgraduate experience in mental health.

* To train for the MFC role, Atos HCPs take a two-day Atos inhouse self-facilitated training course.

Which takes me back to the start of all of this. It is GROSSLY unfair that the DWP would want to overturn a tribunal decision that would make claimants’ lives easier and fairer. Unfortunately, Fair isn’t the point of most policy exercises in this charming day and age. I’ve talked with quite a few people with severe mental health conditions in the last couple of years and Fair isn’t the word that comes to mind when they explain the things they have to deal with. Words like Throwing People Off Social Security At All Costs and Total Dismissal By The Political Class come to mind. I’ve talked with people who are dealing with cuts to support services, homelessness, the closure of their supported living hostels, their councils lying about finding them proper accommodation, community mental health teams being too overwhelmed to help and endless other shit that makes austerity so great. This is not, please, to say that I think people with mental health conditions are pathetic and hopeless and can’t function. It is quite the reverse. It is to say that I keep talking with people who tell me that back in the day – when they had reasonably secure housing, reasonably regular counselling, contact with supportive professionals and a bit of income, life was possible. As those things have gone, life has quickly become less possible.

“The first thing we try and do when someone is in crisis is to try and find them some sort of secure housing,” a northeast welfare rights advisor told me recently as she explained why people with mental health conditions were struggling – with benefit cuts, with preparing themselves and their paperwork for work capability assessments when they’d just been released from hospital and needed places to live and so on. “If you can get people into secure housing, you can start building things from there. They can have an address and they can have that stability.”

I can believe it. Here’s someone who didn’t have that stability – a guy called Pete Gyte*, who I spent several days with in Weymouth last year (I met him at the Soulfood kitchen, which serves free meals for people who are struggling for money). He’d been on and off the streets for some time as he battled the worst of his depression and drug and alcohol addiction.

“I actually went round to the council one morning,” he told me as we sat eating breakfast (DON’T TELL THE GLORIOUS LORD FREUD I GOT A FREE SLICE OF PEANUT BUTTER TOAST THERE PLUS ONE CUP OF TEA BECAUSE HE’LL THINK I WENT FOR THE FUCKIN FREEBIES HA HA HA), “because I was so done in from sleeping on the pier. It was chucking it down with rain – gale-force wind – and I only had 30 minutes’ sleep, because of the fucking generators going on the bastard ferry. I walked into the council and I said “why don’t you just take me to the hospital and give me a lethal injection?””

I’ve been to several work capability assessments now with people who have severe mental health conditions. One man – Stephen – had a long-term schizophrenia diagnoses. That diagnoses wasn’t mentioned in his final report (he challenged that fit-for-work decision and won on appeal. He went from zero points in his initial assessment to an placement in the support group at appeal. That’s how accurate and consistent this Atos rubbish is). “I do have suicidal thoughts and I get really depressed, but I usually manage to talk myself out of it. I tell people that I’m a member of society, but I feel on the fringes of it, as if I’m an outlaw and not in the mainstream. I do hallucinate [especially at night]…I see things like giant squid and things like that…I think I’m being eaten alive…. the drugs, the Sulpiride I take, it’s got quite bad side effects in that my limbs shake every night when I go to bed and keep me up half the night anyway. It has basically gone on since I was 18.”

Needless to say, Stephen’s most “productive” (surely the favourite word of the political class) years were the ones in which he had decent support.

“When I first got out of hospital, when I was 18, I was given a job by my dad, so that he could look after me day to day and see how I was doing.” He also did well at university, when onsite counsellors were regularly in touch, to make sure he was getting through his work okay. He says that support meant that he was able to finish his degree. But then the support fell away, so everything else did. “Since then, I have either worked part time, or gone into full time education, or basically been on training schemes, or been on the welfare state. The labelling [as someone with schizophrenia], stigmatises and discriminates against you in the minds of employers. I’m in my 50s anyway and that’s another thing against me…and what it has meant is huge great holes in my CV which have been covered by little bits of volunteering.”

Right at the moment, I’m speaking with Maggie, who also has a long-term schizophrenia diagnoses. She’s been on incapacity benefit, but has been told that she’ll be moved to ESA and will be called to an Atos face-to-face assessment.

She’s terrified of that assessment and has not had an easy history.  “I was diagnosed with schizophrenia in 1997. It’s hard to tell the difference between what’s real or in my head with paranoid schizophrenia. Seeing things that aren’t really there. Hearing voices in your head and things like that. Suspicious of what people are thinking. Not knowing what’s real and what’s not. I first had my breakdown when I was 21. I’m now on daily medication. I was sectioned in 1997.

“I go out shopping, but I don’t really like it. It is hard, going out. If you have schizophrenia, you see the world differently. You are very suspicious of people. So, it’s hard when I go out, but I force myself, because I think if I don’t go out, I’ll feel isolated and I won’t be able to cope with anything and deal with everyday life.”

She’s obviously concerned about the assessment and asked if it was true that people’s benefits could “just be cut off.” I’ve been in email contact with her and her partner again in the last week or so. On and on it goes. I can see where all this is heading. It won’t be long until some political worthy tells us that all anybody with conditions like severe depression or schizophrenia needs is a slap in the face and a few months of homelessness and then they’ll wake up to themselves. Cured. Fixed. It’s a miracle.

ON IT GOES.

But, you know – nobody who has the power to change these things gives a shit. So – let’s just devote some more time and endless column inches to the Len and Ed pissing contest and act like it’s all for the benefit of people in need. Let’s just make that the priority. Let’s pretend that Labour isn’t wedded to social security cuts and privatisation and that senior union officials – three years into these cuts – are suddenly of a mind to fight austerity. Let’s just do some more of that. Because that is really working for me.

Lies, damned lies and Iain Duncan Smith’s “statistics”

Very good idea and work from Disabled People Against Cuts here:

Soon, the Department for Work and Pensions will releasing its Annual Report.

Iain Duncan Smith and his henchministers will no doubt be touring the TV studios to deliver more propaganda about worklessness and the “workshy” and so on. Plenty of this will be made up as usual.

Disabled People Against Cuts has decided to celebrate the release of the DWP Annual Report by releasing a report of their own.

It is a report into how the DWP and DWP Ministers have made claims which are simply untrue. DPAC has selected 35 claims and and found clear evidence that these claims have no basis in the facts.

Highlights (if you can call them that) include IDS claims like:

“On average every week there are half a million new jobs coming through at the job centre.”  A Full Fact investigation came up with a series of figures that suggested the number was substantially lower.

“These figures show that the benefit cap is already a success and actively encouraging people back to work.” In response, Channel 4’s Factcheck said: “In order to know how effective the policy had been, we would need to know the rate at which people on benefits worth more than £26,000 went into work before the letter announcing the changes was sent, and compare it to after the letter was received. But those figures aren’t available. The DWP doesn’t collect them. The Institute for Fiscal Studies, or the Work Foundation, both of which have researched employment, unemployment and benefits, didn’t have them either.”

There are plenty more of these “Iain Duncan Smith facts” – read the full DPAC report here

When you next see Iain Duncan Smith on the TV News, ask yourself – is he lying? or is he simply making it up out of thin air again?

Answer: lying.

The bedroom tax, the northwest and political meltdown

Our latest cuts piece in the New Statesman – this one is a collection of interviews with people I spoke to the week before last about their experiences with the bedroom tax. They’ve been cut loose by politicians, as you might expect. Making sure that people who aren’t very well off are securely housed is not one of austerity’s priorities.

“This tax targets people who know how to fight for improvements and rights as a community – older people like Roach and Jill, who campaigned for better housing and now work in a community centre that runs bedroom tax surgeries and provides hot meals for people who can’t afford them. Many of the people at the largely tenant-led bedroom tax meetings across Merseyside are middle-aged or older. They’ve been in the same homes for many years and have so-called “spare” rooms because their circumstances have changed (often their kids have grown up and left). Because they’ve been around for a while, they have networks in their neighbourhoods, contacts and a lot of experience in seeing off threats. You can see exactly why politicians of all stripes would want to target them with a bedroom tax and break them up.”

Read the rest here.

Closure of the independent living fund

Latest article in our New Statesman series on cuts to services and the people who are directly affected. This article is about the closure of the Independent Living Fund – a fund which pays for extra carer hours for people who have severe disabilities. Quite the charming political class we have, nodding all of this through.

Says Penny Pepper in the article:

“I’m actually working on a piece about Godwin’s Law, because I think this is quite scary. I really do. It does have parallels. Like the Colin Brewer [issue] – unbelievable.”  It’s one of the reasons that Penny speaks fervently against assisted suicide (she writes in more detail about this below). “I’m not against suicide – I think that suicide is everyone’s right. I’m completely against any change to allow doctors to assist with suicide. It it’s too dangerous and that is what the doctors in you saw in Nazi Germany did.”

Vigil in support of bedroom tax claimants

A vigil will be held tomorrow morning (Wednesday 15 May 9.30am) outside the Royal Courts of Justice in support of claimants taking a challenge against the Government’s ‘Bedroom Tax’ called by Camden United for Benefit Justice, Disabled People Against Cuts, Single Mothers’ Self-Defence, Taxpayers Against Poverty, and WinVisible (women with visible and invisible disabilities).

The ten claims, made by a range of people affected by the Bedroom Tax which came into force from 1st April this year, will be heard together over three days starting on Wednesday 15 May.

Like two thirds of the 660,000 people affected by the bedroom tax nationally, claimants Jacqueline Carmichael and Richard Rourke are disabled people.

Jacqueline who has spina bifida is not able to share a bed with her husband and as there is not enough space in her bedroom for a second bed he sleeps in a second bedroom. The couple have been awarded a Discretionary Housing Payment to cover the 14% under-occupation penalty on their housing benefit that came in from 1st April but this payment will only last 6 months and they do not know how they will meet their rent when it ends.

Richard is a wheelchair user whose disabled stepdaughter lives in university halls of residence during term time. He uses his third bedroom to store equipment including a hoist, power chair and shower seat. He has had his housing benefit reduced by 25%, on the basis that he is under-occupying by two bedrooms but there are no suitably adapted properties for him to move to in either the social rented or the private sector.

The challenge comes less than a week after the Sunday People told the story of how disabled mother Stephanie Bottrill tragically took her own life after being ordered to pay an extra £20 per week under the government’s vicious bedroom tax.

Jamal Rosenberg from Disabled People Against Cuts said, “This unfair, unjust policy does more than affect disabled people, it targets them. The government knows that if everyone caught by this policy tried to move tomorrow they couldn’t because there aren’t enough smaller properties available and there aren’t adapted properties accessible to disabled people. To plough on in the knowledge of the destruction this policy will cause to lives and communities is heartless. We support the claimants taking the legal challenge but it is for all of us to fight back and say, this is not acceptable.”

For more information about the hearing:

http://wearespartacus.org.uk/bedroom-tax-hearing-starts-15-may/

http://www.leighday.co.uk/News/2013/March-2013/Government-lose-Bedroom-Tax-challenge-decision

The bedroom tax, austerity and death by the political class

As some people know, I write about public sector cuts, so-called “welfare reform” and spend a lot of time talking with people who are on the receiving end of evil shit like the bedroom tax, social care cuts, Atos assessments and so on and so forth.

As some people also know, I’m getting to the end of my tether with it – not the talking with people, which I like, because we sit down for ages and talk about all kinds of things, but the appalling indifference of the political class to the realities of the destruction of social security (and you only need to read this Mirror story to get that). I think I’m witnessing powderkeg situations which are causing people stress that they won’t be able to cope with forever. This couple I’m talking with – we’re in contact every few days now – can’t cope. They’re having to pay the bedroom tax, they’re having to pay council tax now their benefit has been cut and they must also attend Atos assessments. They literally get a letter, or a payment demand, every week. This woman, Mary Laver, made quite clear to me that she’d consider suicide if the money that pays for her carers is cut. But the political class doesn’t give a shit. Nobody listens. Nobody who has the power to make change cares enough to speak out for it. I’m really fucking sick of that. I’m sick of a bloody commentariat which, with a few honourable exceptions, writes of the destruction of social security as though it is utterly inevitable and as though there was just one point in history (the few years after the second world war) when it was possible for politicians to advocate for social security and that we will never have that sort of chance or time again.

I’m sick of knowing that politicians across the spectrum believe that the fight for social security has been lost and has been lost forever, and that it is perfectly acceptable to view anyone who uses health, care, education or housing services as political collateral. I also hate the kind of journalist I’ve become against this appalling austerity backdrop. I feel that I’ve got to a point where I’m acting in too gratuitous a manner: that I’m here to gawp and to offer people up for others to gawp at, so that well-appointed members of the chattering classes can shake their heads and cluck their tongues and say ISN’T THIS GOVERNMENT TERRIBLE and OH LOOK AT THOSE POOR POOR PEOPLE and tweet a bit and then do fuck all about it. I think that I’m making people look pathetic when they are not pathetic. They’re being pushed into a corner and Labour isn’t prepared to fight that corner for them, but that doesn’t make them pathetic. That makes them people who have no political representation. That’s a very dangerous place to be. People who are in that place are totally exposed.

Anyway – I’ve decided to start posting more of the conversations, calls and discussions that I have with people who are going through all this and also some of the conversations that I have with officialdom so that people can see how fucked up so much of this cuts scene is and how real the agonies are. I want people to see how the average day goes.

And here is an average day from last week. I’m writing this one first because it will give you a good idea of the shit that is being talked to journalists as housing associations and their hangers-on try to justify the implementation of the appalling bedroom tax. And yes – I know that officers are struggling with this and have been put in a position where they must implement this dreadful thing, or compromise their own jobs and incomes. However – that is, in my view, an aspect to the thing that housing associations use to justify their own awful political line:

I got out of bed last Tuesday and took the dog for a walk and then I came back and that’s when it all started to kick off. My phone rang (I was expecting it to, but I watched it thrash around for a bit). It was a senior-ish person from the South Liverpool Housing Group – a housing association which is imposing the bedroom tax on tenants who have a so-called spare room.

I stayed in Liverpool for a while in March and met lots of different people who were, at that point, faced with the prospect of paying the tax. At that stage, they were still half-hoping that someone would intervene on their behalf (Liverpool city councillors and/or Ed Miliband, I guess, although they might as well have sent their prayers up to bloody Tinkerbell for all the return they got on that. Everybody knew it was useless. Everybody knew it was useless, because not a single councillor turned up to the bedroom tax meetings that were being held then to offer support. People absolutely knew then they’d been cast adrift). None of those people did intervene on their behalf, of course (I don’t count the Labour councillor flag-waving and handwringing at the March 16 protests as intervention – any politicking bellend with an hour to spare and an eye to the main chance can wave his or her hands and a placard around and say “fuck me – aren’t Tories mean”).

So now, the people I met are actually having to pay the tax.

Because we made contact then and because they know that I think that tax is a fucking joke and that I think the same of any outfit which administers it, those people who must pay the tax have been in touch ever since. They send me the letters they get from their housing associations and councils and ring and email when they get a call or a visit from the above and then I ring the relevant housing associations and/or councils and say, basically, “so are you going to evict people who can’t pay the tax, because I’m talking to people who can’t pay the tax and they want to know if they are going to be evicted as anyone would because nobody wants to be evicted, don’t you think.”

That is exactly what happened last week. Some tenants in south Liverpool who I have come to know made contact to say that there’d been housing officers in their street in the company of a uniformed individual who they thought was a copper (South Liverpool Housing was at pains to point out to me later that the person in the uniform was a community support officer and not a copper, but I have to say I didn’t really care. The point was that people saw the uniform and felt a fear).

Anyway, the housing officers and the uniformed person dropped letters through the doors of people who weren’t home.

The letter said  “We note from our records that you have failed to make any payments towards the bedroom tax. It is important that you contact us immediately to make payment arrangements. We have tried to visit you today to discuss this with you in more detail and to provide you with some options to consider. Please contact us to discuss the impact of the bedroom tax on your household or to arrange a suitable appointment.”

So I rang the HA and sent a bunch of questions (six) about this letter and this door-to-door visiting thing they’re doing with people who “must” pay this shit tax and the HA came back and said that I could speak to someone on Tuesday morning about it (Monday was a bank holiday). I thought about that and decided that I didn’t feel like waiting that long and that I’d be posting the story about the letter before Tuesday, so I went back and told them that and I said something like “how about you answer a couple of the questions before Tuesday as I’ll be posting before then.” I said that because I did not and do not feel that there is all the time in the world to spare on these issues and also being told to wait just generally makes me feel like I don’t want to wait. They agreed. So they came back and told me that the door-to-door visits were part of a regular community event called Walkabout Wednesdays – this is where HA people head out into the community and talk to tenants.

And so I put this in the article:

“SLH was at pains to explain that last week’s home visits were nothing unusual – that the Pay Your Bedroom Tax Now letter-drop merely coincided with a regular community meet-and-greet exercise that SLH calls…. “Walkabout Wednesdays.” That’s one interpretation of last week’s event. Another interpretation – it’s certainly one that went through the minds of our tenant contacts (and our minds, for that matter) –  is that tenants are being doorstepped for this bedroom tax money, a mere month after the tax was introduced. A demand for money is a demand for money, whether or not it is delivered on Walkabout Wednesday. People are very concerned that they will lose their housing over this tax. They’re certainly not confident that they’ll keep their homes.”

Which brings us to my phone ringing last Tuesday morning at 10am and me finding this senior SLH person on the other end of it. I was sitting there on my bed smelling like dog and thinking – I wonder if this guy knows that I’m sitting on my bed smelling like dog. Maybe not.

He seemed a genuine and reasonable guy, but this is the problem in this day and age and this is the point that I must make as clear as I can – ALL of these people seem so genuine and reasonable and even appealing. They seem genuine and reasonable and appealing to an extent that no person has ever been in real life in the history of our species.

This is an age – a long one, mind, as this has been going on for as long as I can remember – where smooth talkers and professional calmer-downers and de-fusers are detailed off to “handle” bloggers (not mainstream journalists – they’ve already been de-fused and handled to the point where they no longer need to be de-fused and handled) and to make vile and unreasonable policies like the bedroom tax and the collection of it sound not only eminently reasonable, but like an okay day out.

And so it was with this guy. He talked for ages about Walkabout Wednesdays and how these meet-and-greet events were held regularly to keep in touch with vulnerable (I hate that word) tenants and make sure they were all right and so that people could raise any issues and talk directly to their housing association so on and so forth… and then he also said that last week’s Walkabout Wednesday simply presented another very good chance for the housing association to catch up with anyone who was affected by the bedroom tax and to remind them that if they hadn’t paid it, they should come in and talk about ways to do that and that he wanted to make the point again that the housing association didn’t agree with the tax, but since it had to be collected, they wanted to talk to people about the best ways to go about that and how to help people budget and so on and so on and…Jesus wept. I’m telling you. These people can fucking speak. Time just wafted on and on with this pleasant, intelligent, reasonable and appealing (We Don’t Like It Either – type statement) male voice on the end of the phone pouring oil and pouring oil and I could feel myself being Borged. I had to force myself to snap out of it. Then he had a go, gently, at the paragraph (the one I copied above) I had written. Here is is again:

“SLH was at pains to explain that last week’s home visits were nothing unusual – that the Pay Your Bedroom Tax Now letter-drop merely coincided with a regular community meet-and-greet exercise that SLH calls…. “Walkabout Wednesdays.” That’s one interpretation of last week’s event. Another interpretation – it’s certainly one that went through the minds of our tenant contacts (and our minds, for that matter) –  is that tenants are being doorstepped for this bedroom tax money, a mere month after the tax was introduced. A demand for money is a demand for money, whether or not it is delivered on Walkabout Wednesday. People are very concerned that they will lose their housing over this tax. They’re certainly not confident that they’ll keep their homes.”

That’s just a fact. A demand for money is a demand for money, no matter how sweetly that demand is presented. I would actually say that the fact that some people seriously believe that it is possible to present a demand for money/a threat to housing in an endearing way is off the planet. But still –

This guy thought me calling this Walkabout Wednesday a “Pay Your Bedroom Tax Now” letter-drop was a little bit unfair, or something like that. I was just sitting there on the bed and I thought – Unfair? FUCK UNFAIR, brother. I am so fucking sick of this. Unfair is being tapped for £14 a week when you’re on a benefit so that a cunt like George Osborne can splash our money out on a meadow for himself. It’s as simple as that. It really is as simple as that. There is no grey area here.

And so I told this bloke that there was nothing unfair about my interpretation and that people who were being chased for money for this tax were perfectly entitled to take a view of that pursuit. If people look out of their windows and see several housing association officers and a person who looks like a copper and then they come downstairs to find a letter which says they owe money and must contact their landlord immediately to arrange to pay it – then they’re perfectly entitled to feel that they’re being doorstepped for money they haven’t got. They’re perfectly entitled to feel threatened. Hardly matters if the person who delivers the letter has the human touch and is a scream at parties or offers to “help” if you come into the office to talk about finding the extra money for the bedroom tax by making cutbacks to your gas and heating bill and other necessities. There’s no way to sugarcoat what is happening here. I rent privately and if my landlord said he was putting up the rent and then turned up with an officer a month later to ask where it was, I’d think – FUCK. I wouldn’t be thinking – hey, Walkabout Wednesday. Ace. Walkabout over here, comrades. Give me a letter telling me I’m fucked. And please – come again. I appreciate your visits. And sure – a lot of housing officers will be having a shitty time enforcing this. I know that. Some of my best friends are housing officers. I really mean that as well – some of my best friends ARE housing officers. I used to work in council and was active in the union and there were a lot of housing stewards who I knew across the boroughs who were and still are great friends. They hate all of this. But they don’t try to tell me that they’re doing their best with it, or that they’re trying to make it as painless as they can. They tell me it’s shit, that they feel their job now is basically to make people homeless and that we’re doomed.

So that was that call. That’s the sort of thing those people say. They are masters at massaging the shit out of situations which are made only of shit. It’s a skill and it’s a skill that people pay for.

But then my phone rang again. It was Sean, a man from Northamptonshire who I’m regularly in contact with. He has Asperger’s syndrome and his wife, Maggie, has schizophrenia. I went to his Atos assessment last year. They literally get a smack in the face from government every week now (I’ve seen their paperwork – it’s quite something). In the last month, Sean and Maggie have had bedroom tax demands (they have one “spare” room), a council tax demand (their tax used to be covered by council tax benefit) and then on Tuesday, Maggie got a letter from the jobcentre saying that she would be moved from incapacity benefit to employment and support allowance, which means that she will probably be called to an Atos assessment at some point. She was, naturally, terrified. She was so frightened that she couldn’t talk to me about it. I ended up speaking with Sean instead.

The thing is – and this is the part that I’m going round and round on – I don’t know what to do. I’m very happy to talk to people and to publicise their problems if they want that, but I’m not a welfare expert, or an advisor and so I’m not helping people very much, or very well. I can direct people to the CAB, or their local welfare rights advisors, if there are still any around, but after that, I don’t know what to do. If councillors aren’t interested and “welfare reform” is the only political game in town and government restrospectively changes legislation to beat decisions which may just have given a few people a bit of breathing space, what are people supposed to do?

And the thing is – often, now, people are worried about making themselves and/or their issues known to people who are perceived to be in any sort of position of authority, or part of the “machine.” Housing associations tell me that they’re trying to “help” people budget and to tell people to contact them if they’re having problems with rent and other costs – but when people who are having those problems hear that, they just snort. And who can blame them? These are the same associations that are sending them payment demands.

What a fucking mess. Seriously. And that’s just a couple of hours out of one day. Most of my days as a journalist are like this now. I honestly don’t know what to do with this information.

How the bedroom tax unfolds – latest article

Latest article with people in Liverpool is here:
“We note from our records that you have failed to make any payments towards the bedroom tax. It is important that you contact us immediately to make payment arrangements. We have tried to visit you today to discuss this with you in more detail and to provide you with some options to consider. Please contact us to discuss the impact of the bedroom tax on your household or to arrange a suitable appointment.”

More here.