Wow that sucks!

To be treated like that is just not right.

I'm glad my wife doesn't have to go through all that - I mean, it's not like her brain is going to grow back overnight is it? ;-)

You have depression, why haven't you killed yourself?

That requires a response, something like - "I thought about it, but what keeps me going is the hope that one day you will be sitting where I am being asked the same stupid questions. It's a small dream, but us disabled people have small dreams. As you might one day find out."

What a f-ing thing to ask? I'm surprised your hubby didn't didn't rip the assessor's arm off and beat him with the soggy end.

As for them not being bothered to phone you or have a way of letting you know they are running late, turn it around.

On the day of your appointment, phone them - every five minutes to check if they are running late or not. And get everyone you know who uses their services to do the same thing, all day every day. Pretty soon there will be a nice little app you can download that will let you know how they are doing for time ;-)

I hope your next appointment is less stressful. ;-)