'Nine days to go and I've yet to have a politician at my door' - Powerful letter from single mum who lives 15 minutes from Taoiseach
A single mother - who lives 15 minutes from Taoiseach Enda Kenny - has written a powerful, open letter which highlights the ways she feels the Government has failed her and her family.
The woman, who wishes to remain anonymous, lives in the same Mayo constituency as Enda Kenny.
However with just "nine day to go" before the election, she says that has yet to meet a single politician at her door.
So instead, she has written an open letter which voices the disappointment, isolation and frustration she feels as she struggles to pay her bills and take care of her family.
The letter is the only way she can communicate with her politicians as they fail to visit her home.
In the moving letter, the single mother details how the tagline "Let's Keep the Recovery Going" is nothing more than a "fantasy" for people like her; people who are "cut off" when they can't keep up with the bills, people who find "doors slammed" in their faces when they seek help, people who feel they are failing their families as the pressures mount - people who believe that the Government has let them down.
Read the letter in full below:
"There are nine days to go until voting day for the general election, on which I will cast my vote in the Mayo constituency, where the Taoiseach of our country lives less than fifteen minutes away from me.
As I type this, I am wearing gloves, earmuffs and a scarf inside my house waiting for the first candidate in the county to knock on my door to try to win my vote. I have yet to meet any politician at my door.
I have maybe four teabags in my cupboard and no coffee, so I hope if someone comes they will be content to drink tap water while I show them how the tagline “Let’s Keep the Recovery Going” is simply a fantasy for those living on the poverty line.
I will tell them how my young child went to bed last night with two pairs of socks on and a hat; while I wore my scarf under a hoody because we had no oil or coal to heat the house. I will show them how draughty my rented accommodation is and let them see their own breath as fog as they speak to me.
I will tell them how I’ve been juggling single motherhood and my education for the last seven years and how I am now qualified with a C.V. packed with voluntary work and community involvement.
I’ll show them my awards and professional references to prove that I am not the ‘lazy, single mother’ the media paints us as when discussing welfare.
I will them tell them how the years of pressure to juggle the maintenance of a household on an allowance which has been consistently cut during the austerity measures, with rising costs of childcare and increasing pressure to gain an education for employability; eventually caught up on me.
I will outline how I would stay awake until daylight calculating how I would make 217.80 stretch far enough to pay rent, childcare, petrol costs, heating, food and bills. It never did.
So I spent further time making negotiations over the phone with Electric Ireland begging them not to cut me off. I’ll tell them how I also begged the welfare office to help me with subsidising childcare during the academic term and how I was refused rent supplement due to the fact that I had moved away from home for college.
I’ll tell them how those barriers and slammed doors, caused so much stress and pressure that I inevitably had a mental breakdown and fell into a state of immobilisation and minimum functioning.
I will tell then tell them how the mental health system failed me over and over again refusing to acknowledge my immediate need for talk therapy and practical support. I will tell them how the health professionals simply prescribed medication for ‘depression and anxiety’ and placed me on all sorts of waiting lists (that I still have yet to hear from a year later).
I will recall a time twelve months ago when I began to truly believe I was a failure as a mother and an overall human and thus believed my child would thrive better without me.
I believed what the government, the media and the internet trolls were saying. I believed I was a drain on society and that I was “a waste of space and taxpayers money”. In my medicated state, I decided the best thing to do was die and get out of everyone’s way. And so I tried that.
Luckily I was unsuccessful in my attempt and brought to the local hospital by college staff.
I will then tell the local candidate, how I was left on a trolley in a corridor in May General Hospital for hours, going in and out of consciousness, only to be sent wobbling out the door late that night and told not to do it again.
I will explain that I am recovering now and doing so much better but that I have to make a serious effort to travel to Galway for the support I need, because the services in our own constituency do not have the funding to reduce their waiting lists to see me.
I’ll explain that this is why the house is cold today and why they can hear my stomach rumbling.
Because this week I had to pay to travel to another county to get the support I need to maintain wellbeing and thus have to go without basic heat and food.
I’ll show them the pile of unpaid bills and open my purse to show them the forty cent to get me to the end of the week.
Then I will tell them about a new, even scarier problem.
I will tell them about how my child is now also starting to show signs of mental unrest as he struggles to come to terms with the father’s abandonment and continuous absence. I will tell them how my beautiful, sweet, intelligent child has begun to blame himself for a decision made by a grown man to ignore his existence. He is angry and sad and confused about all the overwhelming feelings and worries that he is ‘going black on the inside’.
I’ll tell them that our GP has identified a need for him to speak to a professional regarding his feelings immediately for effective early intervention, but that the public system again has long waiting lists for his age.
I’ll tell them that I have rang over twenty private practitioners in the county and how each of them charge amounts that I can certainly not afford while living on the poverty-line. And that in order for us to do so, we will have to cut our grocery shopping costs in half and say goodbye to heat entirely.
I’ll then ask them to explain to me how the slogan “Let’s Keep the Recovery Going” is justifiable when the people on the ground in the Taoiseach’s own constituent are being denied access to basic heath recovery.
But then again. Will anyone even knock at all?"