I have no choice. I am going to sue the DWP. They OBVIOUSLY have a vendetta against me with their disgusting treatment of me. I won my tribunal in June and they have no intention of paying me. I know they want me suicuded well it's not going to happen. You filthy scumbags are not going to spit on my grave like you've done to so many.
Monday, 31 August 2020
Wednesday, 12 August 2020
CITIZENS ADVICE BUREAU
I'm in shock can hardly type this but I need to as a record of this terrifying and wicked harassment. I've just had a phone call from the CAB and it's so obvious they have joined in this sledgehammer attack on myself, they are all trying so hard to push me into suicide, which Wolverhampton DWP have decided to wage on me. WHY ARE THEY DOING THIS? WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE SUCH RELENTLESS CRUEL HATRED?
DEAR LORD JESUS, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DELIVER ME OUT OF THE HANDS OF THESE MONSTERS.
Tuesday, 11 August 2020
Thursday, 6 August 2020
MORE DWP HARASSMENT
The DWP have decided to continue to harass me. They will not pay me the money they are legally obliged to pay to me since I won my tribunal.
We phoned them up today and spoke to a woman called Leslie Tague. She told us that the DWP have contested my award and contacted the Tribunal judges. I am so shaken by this, very upset and have had to phone the Samaritans once more, I was cut off by the Samaritans after I mentioned the words DWP Tribunal so I don't know if that was intentional but it's added to my distress. My heart was pounding to the point I thought I was having a heart attack.
I'll be blogging more about this later, but I am going to contact the Tribunal and find out what the DWP have been up to. It's absolutely disgusting what they're doing, and I've also caught them red handed stalking me on Twitter, using the name of a Capita assessor to set up multiple accounts and they strongly suspect some of the very abusive accounts I've had to block recently are also connected to the DWP.
I'm going to contact the Tribunal. I expect they will not be very happy with the vile way the DWP are treating me. I hope this will be all sorted out soon and this disgusting harassment vendetta stopped but if it doesn't I will be crowd funding to get the money to pay to sue the DWP.
So sorry to have such awful news.
Friday, 19 June 2020
PIP Tribunal
I had a letter yesterday. I've won my PIP tribunal. I've been crying for joy about it. I hope and pray I will get some peace now, no more horrific harassment. I intend to treat myself to a tube of Daniel Smith Sleeping Beauty Turquoise watercolour paint and some Arches watercolour paper when I get my money, and use it to paint another picture of my mum's peace lily. Mum is with Jesus now and her flower is still blooming. It's turned to look out the window, I know she is with Jesus.
I would like some peace. I would like no more harassment and persecution.
Tuesday, 28 April 2020
POLICE HARASSMENT
Police have been round twice in the last few days. Saturday, inn the evening and an hour ago, just after 3.00 am. We were all in bed. They came round after someone complained about me talking to people on Twitter. Apparently I'm not isolated enough for Stafford police, I'm to be gagged from talking to anyone. It's a waste of my time trying to make a complaint because Stafford police are as corrupt as hell. But it's been taped. This time they pretended to be concerned about my mental health.
my mum is dead. Her funeral is on Monday. I can't go, my sister and God knows who else have taken charge of the funeral and I'm not allowed to have my partner with me, but my brother who abused me will be there. So that's that.
I wouldn't be surprised if Mum had cursed her money. She knew what would happen, she knew the vultures would swoop. At least I got to say goodbye to her. At least my last minutes with her were loving. I'll never forgive them for this, ever. Why did they do this? Why didn't they just take the money, but let me go to her funeral? I'll never speak to any of them again. My heart is broken into bits and pieces.
my mum is dead. Her funeral is on Monday. I can't go, my sister and God knows who else have taken charge of the funeral and I'm not allowed to have my partner with me, but my brother who abused me will be there. So that's that.
I wouldn't be surprised if Mum had cursed her money. She knew what would happen, she knew the vultures would swoop. At least I got to say goodbye to her. At least my last minutes with her were loving. I'll never forgive them for this, ever. Why did they do this? Why didn't they just take the money, but let me go to her funeral? I'll never speak to any of them again. My heart is broken into bits and pieces.
Saturday, 22 February 2020
ST GEORGE'S PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL STAFFORD DRIVING PEOPLE TO SUICIDE
I am in tears, again. St George's Psychiatric hospital Stafford are still abusing me. Isn't it enough all the other people they've deliberately driven to suicide? Haven't they destroyed my life enough? Apparently not, they are still deliberately hurting me.
Dr Sema asked me to promise not to write anything on my blog about them and I promised. But I never thought they would stick the boot in again, so if they are going to break their promise then I'm not keeping mine. My blog is my voice and I have hardly any defence apart from this little weeping voice.
He has taken my paperwork, and discharged me with no support, and gone on holiday. He PROMISED to give me my paperwork back, and he's gone on holiday and I've rung St George's twice now and been promised someone is going to email him and give me a call about my paperwork but no-one has. I'm just being treated like I don't exist. This is the same doctor who two weeks ago wanted me to go into hospital as an in patient! And not only have I been discharged with no aftercare, nothing, but he's gone off on his holidays without even having the decency to give me back my paperwork!
I am feeling very low now. I know they want me dead, and it's just breaking me inside knowing that. This is bullying of the worst kind. Mike Stubbs said my case was the worst he had ever seen and promised to help me if he won the election in Stone, which, sadly, he didnt, and Bill Cash has been absolutely dreadful so I won't go to see him any more, Lord Ramsbotham couldn't understand why Bill Cash had treated me so badly either. One day all this will come out, I must be strong. I am very very low right now.
Dr Sema asked me to promise not to write anything on my blog about them and I promised. But I never thought they would stick the boot in again, so if they are going to break their promise then I'm not keeping mine. My blog is my voice and I have hardly any defence apart from this little weeping voice.
He has taken my paperwork, and discharged me with no support, and gone on holiday. He PROMISED to give me my paperwork back, and he's gone on holiday and I've rung St George's twice now and been promised someone is going to email him and give me a call about my paperwork but no-one has. I'm just being treated like I don't exist. This is the same doctor who two weeks ago wanted me to go into hospital as an in patient! And not only have I been discharged with no aftercare, nothing, but he's gone off on his holidays without even having the decency to give me back my paperwork!
I am feeling very low now. I know they want me dead, and it's just breaking me inside knowing that. This is bullying of the worst kind. Mike Stubbs said my case was the worst he had ever seen and promised to help me if he won the election in Stone, which, sadly, he didnt, and Bill Cash has been absolutely dreadful so I won't go to see him any more, Lord Ramsbotham couldn't understand why Bill Cash had treated me so badly either. One day all this will come out, I must be strong. I am very very low right now.
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