Don't Get Sick In Ireland

by shar Tue Feb 27, 2007 16:32

i had been a tenant of a local authority house for nearly twelve years and had to leave because of severe anti-social behaviour inflicted upon us . i took all the right steps to try stop this prior to leaving but nothing ever changed so we left we rented private paying ourselves then my partner had a brain haemorrage and shortly after i was in a bad car crash after much trouble trying to get assistance and back on a housing list as we were not entitled to assistance unless we do we have been told that even as a family of six we will be waiting seven to ten years to be re-housed. my three eldest will be in their early twenties by then.
Ironically our niece who has a one year old has more housing points than we do!
go figure

by jazz queen Wed Jan 25, 2006 11:00 jazzqueen at o2 dot ie 0876455552

The goverment wants to keep the disadvantaged- disadvantaged, the poor- poor- the sick- sick. Is it any wonder why there are so many private hospitals spotting up all over the country? This country has the second largest social gap in the world behind America, and the fact of this is hiden behind all the forms and waiting involed in trying to get some benifit. Capitalism is taking over, implimented and approved by our government for figures of wealth, but the truth of the matter is that the born rich will get richer, while the people striving to earn a living and get housing will be backed up against a waiting system that will see no turn in events. Will our country in ten years be that of the highly rich, and the devestating poor?- It won't last long though, an economy won't tolorate that>?
Its up to us to fix the government

by jim Wed Jan 11, 2006 17:32

Again we come to the old thing of not blaming the person at the coal front but it seems that these CS seem to have no interest in using their knowledge to advise him in his attempts to get even temporary help, they do this so often at it you think they were doing it on purpose?

by John Wed Jan 11, 2006 10:35

I was wondering has anyone else comee across this rip off. My sister went to hospital recently to have her first baby. She is covered for medical expenses by either BUPA or VHI through her job. She was allocated a private room and informed that she was due to be visited by a consultant and this would cost €1,000. She asked was it not covered by her insurence and was told no. She then asked not to see the consultant and was told she had to, she had no choice!

by Fiona Mon Jan 09, 2006 18:11

I've been through exactly the same system, with the exception that even after all the form filling and hoop jumping, I didn't recieve a penny in rent allowance as the CWO was too busy to call around a verify where I lived. This was last April and I'm still waiting.........

In addition, I don't qualify for Disability benefit due to the fact that I was in full time education during the relevant PRSI year - despite the fact that I have over the years paid a fortune in PRSI and tax. I was in receipt of SWA for a grand total of 6 weeks [ I've been disabled and out of work for 58 weeks] but this was immediately cancelled when I went into hospital, not to be reinstated until I was well enough to actually visit the CWO in person - a little tricky as at this point I was unable to walk and had to be carried from one room to another. Add to this the fact that I was refused a medical card for months the reason given that I am essentially "too poor" to qualify as I have no income. After several expensive daytime phonecalls and a snotty letter from me outlining the inevitable consequences of my being unable to afford the medical care and medications which I require on a daily basis, I have finally been awarded a "temporary" medical card. After a year of illnes I have also been awarded disablilty allowance to commence in February - allegedly. My medical bills are astronomical with monthly medications costing in the region of 800 Euros. I have accrued debts trying to survive whilst waiting for various government departments to get their acts together,and all the while have been treated like a piece of dirt. I did not ask to be in this situation. I had a fantastic job and career ahead of me and would much rather be pursuing that than to be bedridden and struggling to breathe at the age of 27, but nobody in social welfare cares and the general attitude that I have encountered is derogatory and disdainful. If you must get sick in Ireland, it's best to recover swiftly!

by Keith Harris - newsmedianews.com Sat Jan 07, 2006 01:20 newsmedia at eircom dot net 00447716737522

I am a former journalist who was registered disabled while in Ireland.

I returned to the UK in June at the invitation of my former wife but after a few weeks found myself homeless when it didn't work out.

It is now January and my claim for an incapacity allowance - the UK equivalent of the Irish disability allowance - is still in process of being agreed. Papers were sent back by the UK to Ireland as the 'qualifying authority' to OK my claim but they may have well have been sent to the moon or further into the heavenly chasm of the cosmos.

If you think your experience was bad my friend, you should be here looking at what has happened to a registered disabled individual in the UK.

The bottom line to all this is that nobody fucking cares. They are happy in their own little world and screw anybody else and their misfortunes.

'Luck
KH
editor
http://www.newsmedianews.com

by Seán Ryan Fri Jan 06, 2006 08:28

Hi observer 2.

I've had an interesting if common experience with housing issues.

A few years back my mother was diagnosed with cancer after going for a routine operation.

At the time she lived in an old run down cottage in Co. Limerick, which she was renting. She lived with her father, who was from Belfast, and who had after many years, retired down to the "fenian" side.

Anyway, the cottage itself only had two bedrooms, the water supply was poisonous (literally, we had a report stating as such), and basically, the cottage was in a very bad state of repair, it was impossible to heat etc.

I had offered to move in with my mother to care for her (which is a whole new feature in itself, trying to get carer's allowance etc), but it was obvious that the cottage was unsuitable.

So, admist the hustle and bustle of operations, taking care of a grandfather, who objected to my political views (he disliked non loyalists) and trying to learn about cancer and our health service, I had to try and find alternate accomodation for us.

I spent close to six months making a daily pilgrimage to the Co. Council offices in Limerick, where I hassled the poor people constantly.

We were immediately, put on the emergency housing list, though it still took six months to allocate a house to us.

Once the house (old persons bungalow, two bedrooms) had been allocated, it took a further six months for them to give us the keys.

As can be seen, the bungalow was too small to house the three of us, so after a very hard heart to heart talk with my grandfather (who had just been diagnosed with prostrate cancer himself) it was agreed that he move to England to live his remaining short time with another daughter of his. At this point we had settled our differences and had achieved a very amicable relationship. This was the last time I was to see him alive.

When the time arrived to hand over the keys to the house, my mother was recovering from an operation to relieve a twisted gut, which had resulted from another operation, a week or so previously. To put it mildly, my mother was quite ill. However, the Co. Council would not hand the keys to me. They insisted on visiting my mother at her hospital bed, where she was drugged up and in lots of pain.

They made her sign for the keys, and congratualated her on her good fortune. She tried to tell them to fuck themselves, but the drugs had messed with her ability to speak, so they didn't understand her.

I was means tested and the rent adjusted accordingly, and was subsequently means tested each Christmas. This to me suggested that I was being treated as a tennant, the fact that I was secretary of the local tennants association, kinda reinforced this opinion I had.

I cannot remember what happened, but for some reason I was prompted to check out my status as a tennant.

So I did.

I wasn't a tennant, and would have to move when my mother died.

Close to three years after moving into the bungalow, my mother died. I was told the bungalow would have to be vacated, and was given two weeks to do so. And that it might be advisable to pay a visit to the Co. Council to apply for housing.

I empathise with you my friend.

Sláinte,

Seán Ryan

by d'other Thu Jan 05, 2006 21:43

Good article, the more of this stuff the better. I find it rather baffling as well. I mean, the whole welfare system seems to be based on forcing people to lie. Trying to get rent allowance forces the lie that you want social housing. Ridiculous. So ineffecient.