Hi all,
I just need to get this off my chest. In 2010, I got diagnosed with diabetes. At that point, it was thought it was type II, however, it turns out to be LADA, which can be seen as a type I now. In 2012, I got diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis, and ended up in hostpital. Ever since then, I work at 50%, because I am no longer able to work more.
In October 2012, I applied for an Invalid Benefit for 50 %. From that time on, the AI (Assurances Invalidité) have been pestering me with letters, exams, needles but mostly...silence. The exams have been quite humiliating (like having to give blood to prove you really take the medications you say you are taking, and exams in my underwear in front of a window, no curtains...).
Last year, end of June, I got their decision. According to their doctors, I am able to work at 70%. When you are seen invalid for 30% or lower, you receive nothing. So... I get nothing. In the letter I got it mentioned that I could of course fight this decision, which, with the help of my specialists (they are amazing people!), I did.
This Saturday, I received their final decision. Still no. As of their opinion, I am able to work at 70%. So, after 3,5 years of fighting and being humiliated, I still get nothing.
The reality? Even 50% is actually hard for me, but being able to go to work is so important for me that I just do nothing at home.
I feel so angry and humiliated. Basically, what they are saying, is that I am lying. That's what I think about when I am so tired, that I cannot even walk to the toilet. I just let it hurt untill I have enough energy to get up. It's what I think about when I have a hypo at night, and try frantically to find something sugary to survive. It's what I think about when I come back from doing the groceries, and do not even make it inside, but just sink to my knees in front of my front door, waiting to get up again, and being glad no one passes by and sees me. It's what I think about when my left arm does not want to pick up my fork. Or when I try to hoover but end up on the floor instead.
Sure, I'm a hypochrondriac, I'm lying, I just want attention.
No. I just want a nice life, a nice job, and people not to call me a liar. But here in Switzerland, that was to much to ask. I got ill, and that is not done. Get ill, and you get punished. That's basically it.
Deeply dissapointed in Switzerlands social system.
This was not a nice story, and I'm sorry for having to share this. I'm sure there are more people like me around.