I am disabled. I went to my appointment at the Social Security office and found out that I am disabled. I wasn’t told at first. I heard the person asking another person about if I would qualify for Adult Child Disability. While she was talking to that person, she mentioned that I had qualified for SSI. I will still get SSI, but I have to go through the whole form-filling out thing for Adult Child Disability. If I get that approved, it will cover from the time I was 8 years old until now. It may also help me to qualify for Medicare.
You know what’s depressing about this whole thing? I’m disabled. It’s official. The U.S. Government has decided that I am disabled. It’s practically set in stone, and that scares me. I know I could start working one day possibly, but I don’t know if I’ll ever feel able. I don’t know if this is going to make me sell myself short, or if I’ll just be realistic about my problems. I do know that when school starts back in a few weeks that I’ll feel more like telling my teachers that I may need extra consideration when it comes to my assignments. I mean, I can do them, but sometimes things like reading are next to impossible for me to do.
I don’t know what to think or how this will affect my life.