But I Don’t Want to Help the Poor 1

(cross-posted to BlogHer and Urban Sunrise)

I was reading some of the comments at Dooce.com last night and I saw a lot of people who were complaining about how she had complained about the right wing not wanting to help people who were in need of help. There were the typical “but I would help if they didn’t take the money from me”. I just have two words to say to that…YEAH RIGHT!

How do I know that these people wouldn’t help the poor, if given the opportunity? Well, it doesn’t appear that they’re doing anything right now. The best way to prove that you would actually get off your butt and help someone in need is to, shock!gasp!wow!, get off your butt and help someone in need right now. Now, I could understand if you didn’t have the funds, sort of, but I don’t think that that’s their excuse. They just use the excuse that the government is already doing it, so they don’t have to.

I am a recipient of government aid. I have been on disability for almost five years now. Both of my parents are also on disability. The only Republicans that came rushing to our aid to help us with anything were people from my church and a few members of our family. Those are the only ones. I didn’t see any of these so-called would-be do-gooders rushing to help us.

I also don’t see any of them offering to help pay any of my medical bills. If you want to take away my health insurance, then you better be willing to fork over the dough so that I can still get my medicines and other medical help. Why? Well, if you don’t, then, guess what? You will STILL be footing the bill for my expenses, except I’ll be in an institution. Yeah, that’s right. Even if you take away funding programs like Social Security Disability, Medicaid, and Medicare, then you will still have to take care of some of the people who use said programs. Why? Well, even in a non “welfare state”, the government is still forced to take care of people who can’t take care of themselves, i.e. people in institutions. Yes, I could go to an institution and be put back on my medicines and all would be right with the world UNTIL I had to go off of my medications because I couldn’t pay for them.

You see, the average atypical anti-psychotic costs about $200-$400 for one pill a day for a month. You factor in that I take two a day, and you can see that that pill alone would cost between $400 and $800 for one month. My disability brings in less than that, so I can’t afford one medication a month without the insurance that is subsidized by the government, and paid for by you the taxpayer. Now, my antidepressant is about the same cost, so you can see the money adds up quickly.

Why don’t people like me just go out and get off our lazy butts and get jobs? It isn’t that easy. I would love to be able to do just that. I would love to be able to go and work like a normal person. I would love to have regular health insurance that doesn’t get the mean looks at the doctors’ offices. I would just love to have extra money to spend on things I’d like and have a larger budget. The thing is that right now I can’t work. It isn’t possible. I do good some days to get out of bed. I have multiple mental illnesses and fibromyalgia, all of which make it harder for me to do things than the average person my age. Even if I felt like working physically, there would probably be panic attacks from having to go out and interact with people. When I finally do go to work one day, which is in the plans, it won’t be the typical 40 hours a week that most people do. It’ll be a few hours a day, a few days a week. Why? Because I’m having to learn my body’s limits. If I don’t respect my body, then I’m not any good to anyone EVER!

I’m not saying any of this to get you to pity me or send me help or anything like that. I’m just trying to put a human face on the world that people like to forget about. I’m trying to remind people that though they say one thing, they’ll probably do another.

About Janet Morris

I'm from Huntsville, Alabama. I've got as many college credits as a doctorate candidate, and the GPA of some of them, too. I have a boss by the name of Amy Pond. She's a dachshund. My parents both grew up in Alabama.