Anonymous said: My heart goes out to u, it rly does. But u complain about the gov and SS alot. It's a handout, ur situation sux yes. The gov isn't much better. But u can always fore-go it and get a job if u think ur disability could tolerate it. I'm just saying be thankful u get anything, imagine if u were in a third world country. Then you knock them saying they don't consider you a person? Sorry life isn't all sunshine and rainbows. It's a disability, makes life harder whether we like to admit it or not. Vent
I debated on whether or not to dignify this with a response but because I know your views are common I’ll speak not just to you but to all watching who has been thinking the same thing.
First things first, what is the extent of my disability and what does that mean when it comes to work and SS. I have a terminal, degenerative mutation which means my body gets weaker and sicker until it can’t maintain life anymore. At this point I have very little body movement, I can’t type (I’m using voice recognition software,) I can’t bath or feed myself. I can’t even drive my wheelchair some days and I only have so much energy some days to swallow or even speak.
That wasn’t always true. When I got out of high school I was well enough to work a desk job or something but there is no compromise with SS. There was no option to get a little less assistance while I worked and then more as I slowly died. They told me not to even try it because my SS would get pulled and getting it back would be a miracle so when I reached this point there would be nothing for me.
Worse, I obviously need a caretaker and that is my mom; the government gives me $600 a month to give her as payment but unlike an actual job she can’t work any other job or that $600 gets pulled. Not even a job in the house. That $600 is supposed to be for her food, housing, and all her bills. Impossible. That’s why we both live off the money I get. Why doesn’t she get a real job? Because I need a 24 hour caretaker. Why not hire a caretaker? Because they don’t work for $600. That would be inhumane.
You seem to think that I’m being facetious when I say the government doesn’t see me as a human; I am not.
When I was a baby I had to be reported to the government because I wasn’t a child, I was a ward of the state. My parents kept me and had no government assistance but because I was born disabled I was the state’s. I got my own file and where it asked for my identification they stamped RETARD.
I wasn’t allowed to enroll in public school, I was allowed to go to public school classes as a gift to me as long as I did what was required of me, that being social and medical experiments. I almost lost when I refused to be sterilized as I approach puberty. I got lucky because they got a defiant reaction from my family and things were changing in the 90s, they didn’t want it to go to the news. They didn’t want you people to know the government still systematically sterilizes “people.” My classmate’s families did not refuse the treatment.
This still goes on.
I think I gave you a good look at how I’m still not being treated like other adult citizen but let me put a fine point on it…
If I am raped it is considered a “crime against humanity” which is what having sex with an animal is seen as. The convictions are usually heavier on bestiality and if my rapist is a medical professional or care taker it doesn’t get reported.
If I am murdered by a stranger it isn’t a hate crime and, again, the conviction likens me unto an animal.
If I am murdered by a caretaker there is no crime. The court sees this as putting me out of my misery and empathizes with my murderer for having to deal with me on behalf of the state.
But as you said, I could be born in a third world country. So fuck me, right? God bless America.
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