This one goes out to every prat MP and commentator who says we must keep hacking away at social security until there is nothing left to cut. I like to think this story will remind those people about some of the crap that disabled people have to put up with as they take the brunt of cuts:
Video: I didn’t have a carer and I was so thirsty I went to Asda at 5am in my wheelchair to get a drink with a straw and help
A week or two ago, I again accompanied Angela Smith of Wembley as she travelled to her jobcentre and work programme appointments in her wheelchair. (I first went with Angela to Wembley jobcentre about a month ago). Angela has a master’s degree and worked for about 20 years in policy and disability support until she was made redundant in a couple of years ago. Angela has cerebral palsy. She must sign on once a fortnight at the jobcentre and once a fortnight with her work programme provider, which is the Reed Partnership in Harrow. She uses public transport – the bus – to get to both places.
So. When I arrived at Angela’s house before we set off to Wembley jobcentre, Angela told me that she was very tired. There was a reason for this. She’d woken up very early – at 4am – because she’d been very thirsty. There was a reason for this, too. Angela’s afternoon carer had been off sick the day before, which meant that Angela had not had anything to drink since 2pm the previous afternoon. She finds getting a drink for herself very challenging: the involuntary movements of her head and arms makes co-ordination and turning on the watertaps difficult. Her afternoon carer usually leaves her something to drink, but didn’t on this occasion, because she didn’t come to work. So Angela woke up at about 4am, thirsty. By about 5am, Angela was so thirsty that she decided to get out of bed, climb into her motorised wheelchair and travel down the road to the 24-hour Asda to buy a drink. She said that staff at Asda helped her – “they are very nice over there.” Angela showed me the receipt from that excursion – you can see the date and 5.14am time stamped on it:
You see where I’m going here. This is the sort of reality that disabled people get to enjoy while career twats like George Osborne, Chris Leslie and Andrew Rawnsley blather on about social security cuts being an unavoidable fact of modern life. They leave disabled people in a dangerous position indeed. I asked Brent council for a comment on this Asda situation and on Angela’s care and the council’s care and cover systems generally. That was about ten days ago and I haven’t heard a single thing back. I understand that the council has since had a meeting with Angela, but a response this way would be welcome, too. Angela is embroiled in an ongoing battle with the council about care services. The whole thing is a complete mess.
I’ve seen plenty of correspondence about it. Angela doesn’t like the agencies the council uses, or some of the carers that agencies send. She doesn’t like the restrictions placed on her direct payments spending (this is a point that several disabled people have raised with me recently). She has made formal complaints. The council argues in its correspondence that it makes adequate provision to cover care and that Angela could hire her own carers with direct payments. Angela’s point is that she doesn’t want cover from agencies that she doesn’t trust and that it’s hard to hire good people in an ongoing way when you only have a small amount of hours and money to offer.
The upshot of all this is that Angela’s younger brother is now her carer, more or less. He has been coming around in the morning to get her out of bed, washed, dressed and fed. He’s certainly been there most mornings when I’ve visited. It may be that sometimes, family is easier to negotiate, or work with or rely on. I’ve fed Angela breakfast on days when her brother has had to leave early. I fed Angela lunch on the day of the 4am Asda journey, because if I hadn’t, she would not have had lunch that day. Continue reading


