in ten years, my disability issues have not been confirmed in the system here. the kela woman who refused me disability support money failed to inform me that i should apply for a working ability assessment (kuntoutustutkimus) from kela.
it took all of about a month or two of meetings with sossu (and some other agencies being present but wanting to do fuck all). during the meeting, at the end of it really.... i was asked if i had any questions. i had one but i wasn't sure if i should ask it: "why wasn't this done fucking years ago?"
the meeting also dealt with making this 'activation plan', which - according to the MoL website - should be done after five months' time of being unemployed. people were amazed that i had not had a proper integration plan, job-search plan, any offer of rehabilitative work activity, or even a finnish lagnuage course within the first six months of finishing my studies at university. i still got no apologies for these things not having happened despite the very clear effects on my fucking quality of life.
there's an interview next week, on the 18th June, at Mahdollisuuksientalo (which is the local unit for the South-Eastern Finnish Social Psychiatry Association), and someone from the town will be there, as will someone from KAKSPY.
nothing's been decided yet on the rehabilitative work activity thing, in as much as the actual place is concerned (which means that there's no definite placement yet) but the chance of getting this is now higher because there is a valid and 'live' plan now in plan (signed by me, my social worker and the rehabilitation counsellor at the job centre) in place, which commits all three signatory parties to action towards getting me at least in something that gets me that extra 8e/day... somewhere that i can use my skills before the fucking things go into extinction.
i'm finding it hard to get very excited or elated; i can't even get slightly pleased. this shitty situation has gone on way too fucking long now. i can't even get excited about my gig tonight. it's fucking bad. so... things are moving, albeit very fucking slowly. but they're very late in getting moving.