Okay, I'm about 20 pages into the DLA form. My PC has packed in so I need to jerry-rig a printer to spool off the supplemental material (lists of Consultants, mostly) and then crack on with the other half.
Its a bleak form focusing, naturally (I guess) on the negatives of your condition in turgid detail ('Just how fucked are you? How many times a day do you need help wiping your arse?' - these are the questions you become depressingly accustomed to when you become a cripple). Luckilly I trained as a lawyer so can handle Offical Bollocks Speak without wanting to blow my own head off - I do feel sorry for other people faced with this shit, though. I understand why its set up like this - to deter chancers/scammers and some legit applicants to keep the cost down - but it still sucks bigtime when you find yourself on the consumer end of it!
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