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I am not a happy blogger right now. The bloody jobcentre, whom I have told to be 110% discreet when communicating with me (if I must have them contact me by phone at all), have just disregarded that entirely and told the family member I live with that they are from the jobcentre. This is a big deal because I have tried to keep that a secret because I really really do not want to have to deal with the grief of explaining I am a feckless scrounger to someone that will not understand. I know they won't understand.

It is not for the bloody jobcentre to question this. It isn't for them to say 'well they should understand' or whatever. It should be enough for them to respect my wishes, that I have made a thousand times, not to blurt out 'hi is Mr Whistler in, I'm from the JC' - along with whatever else she said (if anything - I have no idea). All that's needed is to ask for me; if I'm available then we can talk. I have a real problem with phones anyway (that's why I don't use a mobile - plus the cost of the damn things and the awful companies involved), I find them intrusive and I don't like having discussions with anyone in so open a fashion. But that's me; those are my insecurities. If the staff at the bloody JC+ don't understand that, that's fine - but they should respect that.

The worst part is that the person concerned is the Disability Adviser. This stupid woman has rung me up, while I was out doing my weekly shopping, and spoken - to some degree or another - to the family member I live with. Now I am not going to delve into my family details here, that isn't the purpose of this blog. Suffice to say that mine has not been a happy home and that my family has been, shall we say, behind closed doors, very dysfunctional. It was not an easy thing to live with and certainly not something you can discuss in polite conversation. So for this silly woman, the Disability Adviser of all people, who should know (having spoken, presumably, to The Psychologist), that I have issues. They are a matter of record from my prior ESA claim.

Now I have to wait for her to ring back before end of business today, as apparently that's what's going to happen.

These bloody people really push my buttons right now, but god damn if the system won't accommodate people with problems and issues coping with this bedlam of a society we have right now.

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