Basic Truths About Disability That Are Lies

Basic Truths About Disability That Are Lies:

That disabled person looks fine, therefore they are a fraud.   There are many disabilities that are not easily seen.  My own is a mental problem and I don't "look crazy".  A guy with a slipped disk in his back is not going to look like Quasimodo.  He's gonna look like a guy...  and yes, it can be bad enough to keep him from working, especially if he is uneducated and/or untrained.  My own problem is made worse by job stress...  in fact, the Social Security office told me I can work if I can find a job without a boss, co-workers, or public dealings.  They didn't word it that way, but that's what it came down to.

Anyone can apply and get it real easy. I applied several times, over many years, before I got it.  My successful attempt took three years and I still view it as some kind of miracle.  If you have worked with your 'disability', prepare for a battle.  If your doctor says you can work, you may as well not apply.  

The disabled person has no commitments.   I do light housework every day, I drive a third grader to and from school, I drive an adult to and from work, I have doctor appointments, and I sometimes even socialize.  Do not assume I can do whatever it is you want me to do - be it meet you for lunch or act as Primary Care Giver to an elderly relative.

Disability Income is generous.  I get less than 700 dollars a month.  Granted, my job history was mostly part-time and minimum wage, but even if you've worked decades in a high-paying job, what you are entitled to from Social Security is a pretty low percentage of that income. Your standard of living is not going to remain the same.

It is easy to defraud them.   I've already covered this under the first one, but I want to add something.  If anyone has managed to get through the application and screening procedures without actually having some sort of disability, I applaud them.  He or she is a genius.

Being Disabled is a cakewalk.  Whether your disability is physical or mental, it is not fun or easy to live with.  I spend my days with a freakin' demon inside my head, whispering to me constantly.  The slipped-disc guy can't even take out his trash without pain, or fear of pain.  The lady in a wheelchair is all kinds of inconvenienced.   The very idea of needing to count on others is bad for self-esteem.