I haven’t posted in some time due to house guests, another trip to CA, taxes, etc. but I think the main reason is I’ve been processing ~ deeply processing.
You see, after I got turned down for disability I did a bunch of research on things. The unhappy statistics I uncovered included that first time applicants were turned down something like 60% of the time, and 2nd time reconsideration applications were turned down 85% of the time. Shit. Not good odds.
I also was counseled to look up attorneys on this certain website and see how they stacked up with peers and clients. So I Googled and researched and emailed and Googled until my poor numb fingers were like cold dead fish. The net result is I’m filing my appeal myself with the help of some great books (thanks Robin and Rudy!); some A-one letter writing coaching from a friend who has worked extensively in disability law (you know who you are); and lots of good advice from the National MS Society website.
I found an attorney here in Tucson who comes very highly rated by the lawyer/peer rating and also also by friends here who have used him. I figure if I have to take this one step further to a judge, I want someone local rather than some slicker from NJ.
That decision having been made, I hirpled down to the SS office in Nogales to get some application paperwork (the filing online website being inoperable for some reason). I met with a very nice lady who set me up with what I needed. In the course of the conversation, I asked her a question: If the state sees me as disabled (so no unemployment benefits) yet the Federal government does NOT see me as disabled (so no SS benefits) then what the fuck does she suggest I do for some income!? (Ok, that was my inside voice. I actually asked her very politely).
She suggested I head around the corner to the Arizona Department of Economic Security. This is where the pondering and the processing started.
I went in and grabbed an application. Apparently, with zero income, I am conceivably eligible for food stamps and state subsidized health care.
Hmmm…..let’s look at this for a minute. I own 2 homes. I own a car (a BMW no less). I have money in the bank. I have a stock portfolio. I have no debt beyond my mortgages.I have MS. I have no income. I have limited physical energy resources. I hirple. I’ve paid into the system and played by all the rules for almost 40 years. I don’t think I should be forced into living in squalor before I get the help I believe I’m due.
Anyway. I take note of my surroundings and one very stark and striking fact becomes clear: I am the only non-Hispanic person in the room. When I take my application up to the clerk she says to me, “is this for YOU?!” I assure her that it is, take my seat and jump on a roller coaster of emotions that, in no particular order, go like this:
Anger, humiliation, fear, righteousness, embarrassment, fury, shame, frustration, sadness, pity and mortification. That’s off the top of my head. At one point I wanted to scream. At one point I wanted to be deified. At one point I started to cry.
I’m not a big fan of “Why Me”, I mean, heck, “Why Not Me?”. This however was one major eye-opening experience. The gamut of emotions and thoughts that ran through my head included some that I am too ashamed of myself to admit here publicly. One big take away for me was this: every politician from your local rural mayor to Mr. Obama himself should all be required to enter into this system for even just an hour or so. It is extremely humbling, to say the very least.
God bless America, I think.