Yeah. I didn't phrase that well did I?
Basically, imagine that every few years you had to backtrack over every dark moment you have, summarising everything that goes wrong with your fragile mind and in what situation. The anxiety, the panic attacks, the self-harm, all that sort of shit.
Now imagine that the reason you're doing this isn't because it's actually time to update your files, but because the government feels that, despite the fact that they've just driven us into the second recession since they were elected through their defecit-cutting policies, the mentally ill should be given 'the dignity of work' and encouraged to join the already incredibly sparse job market.
Now imagine that you also volunteer in mental health institutions and now you're dealing with not just a couple, but twenty or so people who are stressed out because they've got to go through this form. Imagine that the benefits advisor hasn't turned up in two months because she's too swamped with the sheer quantity of people needing to clarify just how bad their mental health is, and whether or not they qualify under the new conditions.
Do I have your permission to feel like shit now?