Disabled People Need Money

Quit marginalizing us if we do Social Security.

Disabled People Need Money

Disabled people need money just like everybody else. Some of us are fairly functional and can handle working. I’m applying as a cook at a chain restaurant. The open interviews are today. My knee is more functional, so I’m making myself get up, get dressed, and go. I will walk to the light rail and take the bus. It’s just one location because there is a restaurant in my neighborhood. I need a fast-paced job that is not boring, that will not stress me out. I’m a good cook, so cooking is it.

I’m not meant to work full-time right now. I’m going to have to lay down the law with my family about this. I can work full-time from home, and part-time out of the house. This is the "two jobs and goes to school" thing I’m used to doing. Disabled people need money as much as the next person. My career counselor was saying I have not met my monetary goals yet at all this year despite my copywriting habit. I’m working on finding a job, really, since I’m sick to death of being unemployed.

I would like employment now. I seriously need a part-time gig to prove I can support myself since certain people were busy telling me I have a long way to go to prove I can live independently when that’s just garbage bluffing meant to make me feel insecure. If they give me problems, it will be written about on my blog or on some medium like this one. I have proven I can survive on my own being low income. Now to prove I can work and go to school on my own. The sorry morons who told me that I have a long way to go only lived by themselves for a year before finding a husband.

I have no need of such trifles as a husband. I have a very cool head. I need to be alright with money before I get myself into another relationship. We, disabled people, are marginalized if we do Social Security because nobody wants to mess up our benefits as the limit is $2,000. If I can pay for my own insurance plus the HOA fee to the condo association, then I’m home free. The HOA fee is somewhere in the neighborhood of $350.

I have to gain control over this fee in order to get certain people to stop their complaining about expenses. Oh yes, my car tire is so suffocating, is it? Very suffocating. I paid for my own test strips. This was $96 on my credit card? Who is suffocating? Me, that’s who. At least I can cut back spending on food. People with personality disorders imagine that they are the ones with the feeling somebody else has, after all. Certain people have three personality disorders: borderline, histrionic, and narcissism. Now since these people are not in control of their PD, I remind them that I’m in control of my life and my choices.

If I choose to work part-time because we disabled people need to make money, that is my own personal choice. Full-time work is something I can do from home, which I already do from home. So quit pestering me about working full-time. I am going to spend the next few months work-work-working and making enough money to plan a huge escape from home, should they show up. (Family is they). I don’t want to lose my Social Security just yet, but I want to work full-time at home to see if I can manage this. Oh, pity that person with all the personality disorders, who has no insight, bad and high expectations, and cannot be trusted. Oh, yes, I have survived this year on my own, from one birthday to another. I have managed to do well, taking care of myself and taking public transit when I feel jumpy. Fixing my car’s brakes comes next, which is something I hope I can pay for myself. Oh, no compliments for doing well on my own this year from somebody who whole-heartedly wishes I was truly incompetent and had failed. Yes, this is what I deal with. Disabled people need money too.

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Iria Vasquez-Paez
Iria Vasquez-Paez
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Iria Vasquez-Paez

I have a B.A. in creative writing from San Francisco State. Can people please donate? I'm very low-income. I need to start an escape the Ferengi plan. 

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