Being a carer means caring for someone. Those of you who are carer's will know how hard this job can be, albeit incredibly rewarding. I know I am always badgering on about the job of a parent, but most of us have someone to care about in our lives. Some of us, including me, have a disabled person to care about and that in itself can sometimes be a challenge. As a carer, we are entitled to a benefit known as carer's allowance, perhaps there is an equivalent in other parts of the world, but mine is paid on a weekly basis and helps me considerably, especially in these financially trying times, with aspects of looking after Amy. She is my daughter, as you know, which means I care for her anyway but to have a little financial help from the government is, without doubt, a welcome benefit to a vastly diminishing bank account. But nothing's ever easy is it. Benefits are supposed to be paid to those who struggle to provide for their families, or indeed themselves should they live alone. Being self-employed causes such a grey area in the world of benefits; it is almost as if questions are plucked from a hat, typed onto a piece of A4, and collated to make bugger all sense. As carers, all we want is some help to get through the day. Emotional support comes in many forms, including friendship and, for me, blogging.
And now, for someone who earns virtually nothing, and I mean nothing, there's a possibility that I could be robbed of my carer's allowance too. How fair is that? Is it anyone's fault that Amy is autistic? Am I not allowed to be a self-employed farmer and choose to be a full time carer to my daughter who is classed as disabled? What a load of bollocks. I know times are 'ard, an' all that jazz, but why the bloody hell do we carers have to constantly fight for our right to care? The forms I have to fill in, every year, contain questions such as, wait for it, "how much do you spend on post?" and "give a breakdown of your electricity, gas, water charges; fuel and bank charges." This is because I am self-employed. I fail to see what any of these, plus several other questions, have to do with caring for my daughter. I just want what I am entitled to, nothing more, nothing less. Would it have been better if I had been unemployed, claiming every benefit under the sun, ripping the country off left, right and centre, and sponging from the tax payer for step ladders? I have already sent in my draft accounts. Sit down when I tell you, they have been lost, gone astray, misplaced. By a junior. I got told this at 6.40pm yesterday. Don't you find it a little disturbing that documents as important as a set of accounts have gone astray. What I find amazing is how a junior was blamed. So now I have to send in another set. And then I will be told, in writing, whether I will continue to receive carer's allowance. I am a carer. I earn sod all. And I am very pissed off.