Shortly before my son with severe disability turned 16 Centrelink, unsolicited mind you, forwarded a full set of forms addressed to our son who can neither read nor write, for him to claim the Disability Support Pension.
I didn’t tell him about them and just ignored the presumptive effrontery. My older son who was not disabled did not have anything sent to him,or didn’t need to do anything just because he was turning 16. I paid for all his needs and I wanted to do the same for our son who is severely disabled. After all he was just 16 and still at school and we his family wanted to support him as we had done for our other son. We wanted to wait until he was 18 for him to go on the DSP.
It got better. He was getting reminders addressed to him and I was calling Centrelink and telling them that at this point in time we were attending to all our son’s needs and told them to politely butt out.
Eventually what the fascistic bureaucrats did was cancel his medicare and his health benefits card, which meant his very expensive PBS medications were now costing $120 instead of the reduced amount which was manageable for us.
Of course there are some people with disabilities who need financial assistance as do their families but at that time we felt able to support our son financially until he turned 18 and left school. We did not want the interference of government at all, we didn’t need it. But it would seem bureaucracy is incapable of flexibility or any nuance whatsoever.
So in the end we were forced to lodge a claim for our son to go on the DSP otherwise his medical benefits and concessions would be unavailable. Oh, and I have to be his nominee which means that Centrelink sends out 2 letters every time there is something to be sent to our son, one for him which he cannot read or understand and one for me so I can make enquiries, correspond etc.. with Fascist Central. Thank you to the taxpayers of Australia if only you knew.
By the way making the application for the DSP itself was another form of punishment which is a story all on its own. If only I’d had the good sense not to have a disabled child.