I just got approved for SSID as well. I'm scared and feel like I have just checked into some sort of Big Brother program where everything I do will be monitored and judged. I feel like I have been living in a state of abject terror for the last two years--ever since my employer told me in April that I would not have a job after May--and me being only 2 years from being able to retire.
At least, in my situation, I WILL be able to collect my TRA (teacher's retirement) as of January 3, 2016, so at that point I can tell SSDI to fuck themselves if it turns out to be unmalleable. I am still scared. But at least I feel like I have a little breathing space now. I was down to the last $100 I had, and the cats need food and litter and I need shoes and toothpaste. I haven't had a professional hair cut in over a year, and my pajamas are basically rags. I am daring to dream that maybe I can have a new pair of PJs, a visit to Supercuts, and a pair of shoes that actually fits.
This whole thing is terrifying--perhaps you and I can hold eachother's virtual hands through this shit. I NEVER expected that I would be in this situation. I literally planned to teach until I fell over dead in a pile of research papers and book reports in the parking lot of the school.
The hardest thing for me is having no feeling of purpose. And I can't even write anymore, which is killing me. It's like when I lost my job, all my creativity just got on the nearest galactic bus and got the fuck out of dodge.
Hugs and understanding to you. Hang in there. We'll get throught it.
I tore a pair of panties off the other day, She-Hulk style. Not on purpose, but because they gave, like "ALL RIGHT, HERE'S THE MONEY SHOT." Hilarious. Having most of your underwear be like that? Yeah, not so much. I've waited three years to get new shoes because I can't afford the only ones I can walk in without pain. >:(
Glad you'll be getting teachers' retirement. Sheesh.
At least, in my situation, I WILL be able to collect my TRA (teacher's retirement) as of January 3, 2016, so at that point I can tell SSDI to fuck themselves if it turns out to be unmalleable. I am still scared. But at least I feel like I have a little breathing space now. I was down to the last $100 I had, and the cats need food and litter and I need shoes and toothpaste. I haven't had a professional hair cut in over a year, and my pajamas are basically rags. I am daring to dream that maybe I can have a new pair of PJs, a visit to Supercuts, and a pair of shoes that actually fits.
This whole thing is terrifying--perhaps you and I can hold eachother's virtual hands through this shit. I NEVER expected that I would be in this situation. I literally planned to teach until I fell over dead in a pile of research papers and book reports in the parking lot of the school.
The hardest thing for me is having no feeling of purpose. And I can't even write anymore, which is killing me. It's like when I lost my job, all my creativity just got on the nearest galactic bus and got the fuck out of dodge.
Hugs and understanding to you. Hang in there. We'll get throught it.
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I tore a pair of panties off the other day, She-Hulk style. Not on purpose, but because they gave, like "ALL RIGHT, HERE'S THE MONEY SHOT." Hilarious. Having most of your underwear be like that? Yeah, not so much. I've waited three years to get new shoes because I can't afford the only ones I can walk in without pain. >:(
Glad you'll be getting teachers' retirement. Sheesh.
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after 15 years of damaged/deficient ACL, and finally ACL replacement surgery, I do totally know how important Real Shoes are.
Could I buy your shoes please? It's something I can afford to do, and I want to. Support The Artist, like, directly.
LMK via email, thishandle at gmail, if that'd be okay.
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