So the letter finally turned up. I have been awarded either 6 or 0 points, depending on where in the letter you read (it contradicts itself), and found fit for work and my benefit stopped.
I raged and cried and raged some more and then I wrote a song. It's dedicated to the DWP, ATOS and the Tories.
It's called 'Fuckweasels'
(And yes, I will be appealing - the list of reasons included lots of blatant lies that directly contradict the evidence I provided and the answers I gave to the assessor.)
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