You know, I remember when we made enough money my wife suggest I just get off welfare all together. The rang us when I did and asked why I was no longer on their system. ahahahahaaaa - Fuckwits tried to get me back on it. Can you believe it? I just told them it was not worth the pain and aguish being on it and to FUCK OF AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!! Eventually we would all have to go back to said system with great regret because at the end of the day it is so fucking repressive. What was once left in the community has been centralized completely now. The DSP may eventually be next in some form or other but whatever happens happens. My issue is working up into a routine then having the rugged pulled out from under me as the NDIS looks to keep taking away supports after each review. My make up as defined by the reports show how this inconsistency does not work for me as reflected in the PHaMs project that only meant to be a stepping stone and me being on it for years running with support letters to warrant it ... yet another process of jumping hoops.

Whilst a little different to my point, every time the support is pulled I regress and go backwards purely from a point of conflict in context with the need to stay in the zone. The system as is has fuck all understanding of what they are dealing with when it comes to mental health but sadly the cunts pulled out existing supports that were simply flexible compared to the current fuckwits that have no fucking idea. They well and truly fucked things up!!! I will try this last point of call but no one behind the desk really gives a fuck. They are just puppets caught up in the system and some of them taking it out on clients as what happened to me in my last review. I trust my coordinator but really have fuck all motivation left after this next session of hoop jumping.

The supports work when the consistency is there and the fucking useless assessors take the time to read and educate themselves but the complete opposite has taken place in my case. I know how to make things works once I get going but then - like I say - I am unable to change pace when fucking pushed around like that bitch did to me at the review and all else ... well ... pushing shit up hill from here. I will try one more time - I am in the end like us all - just a commodity. How hard to I want to play?

They are simply too rigid for the likes of me despite my challengers. As long as they don't take away the DSP then I should be OK. I'll just refrain from integrating. Which suits me just fine as all I really want to do is disconnect from society. Then I might actually start to heal. I'll try one last time to get things corrected, but if they ignore their own rules then why even fucking bother? As already pointed out regarding the permanent nature of disability ... What they denied me on when applying for NDIS was in complete conflict with the DSP- FUCKING IDOTS! lol ... seriously. Fuck them ... I will not bow down and be treated poorly and bend over again for the to fuck me like so.

I will spell out the inconsistency and mid it with my emotion like I do in here whiteout giving two fucks what any of them think when reading this shit.

Arrrrrrrr ... Just a little more context is all ... keeping it REAL