I miss working but it also mentally broke me. My clients experiences were like wandering through a quiet holocaust of a Kafkaesque nightmare that wasn't dramatic enough to get any real attention. Finding out a client had died from avoidable neglect, or that being rejected for social security was the final straw that had taken them over the edge to becoming another sad statistic was deeply painful as I knew them. It got more painful when the ability to access dignity became ever harder to secure. With the goal posts being moved to mars in a different dimension and the expectation my vulnerable ill clients could build a dimensional space rocket to get there. I am glad I got out before universal credit hit. I am pretty convinced it is the brainchild of a sadistic psychopath getting his jollies from hearing about disabled people suffering. You only have to look at Ian Duncan Smith grinning as various MPs spoke about the harrowing plight of disabled in their various constituencies. It was bad back then, now people are so driven to despair they are setting themselves on fire in job centres. It is all so fucked up.
It honestly left me with a desire to set these politicians and bureaucrats on fire. Whilst simultaneously loudly denying fire exists because it is not part of my ideology.
Fortunately I set digital zombies on fire instead as a way to escape the constant nausea.
There is also the poisonous rhetoric that work is good for you. Even if your doctor disagrees and has pointed out it could lead to a fatal heart attack or worsening of your condition. It is completely one sided in its approach ignoring how work pressure exacerbate existing conditions. The understanding of stress is well documented, yet it is trivialised.
The inferred mentality that is further pushed on the populace by media barons is that if you are not working you are subhuman and no better than a parasite. Regardless of your former work history and the tax you have paid in various forms over your life. Instead you are workshy and just need a tough approach to stop making excuses, like drowning in your own lung fluid is no barrier to working, your state of mind is. Work totally fixes lung fluid issues by the way...
That there are only strivers and shirkers and if you can press a button you can work. None of that takes into account anything approaching reality, yet it is the dominant rhetoric leaving the unemployed often vilified.
It is worse than that though because jobs for life are a thing of the past, automation and global markets taking jobs overseas, where you can pay Chinese workers a pittance and hope they don't jump off buildings is becoming the norm. It is all a melting pot of disaster. Even your pensions are not safe from the shifting of goal posts. Makes me question why we accept this ongoing toxic environment. I am not surprised people break down.
I am probably rambling, but it is hard to think or write straight these days.