My mom and I went to Wal-Mart to shop for groceries. We went to a cashier that we sometimes go to and things were going fine, until she started talking about me to my mom. She asked her questions about me, like if I was in college. I replied, not feeling quite right that she was talking around me, and told her I was trying to get back into school. She then asked me if I had a job. I said, “No.” I didn’t want to get into the whole “I’m disabled ’cause my brain is funky” thing, so I just left it short and sweet. Her response? “It must be nice to have mom and dad taking care of you.” Excuse me? I was biting my tongue as she continued to talk to my mom, asking her if she worked. My mom told her that like me she was disabled. I was trying to regain my train of thought, and how to best tell her off when my mom basically stepped in and kept me from going off on this woman for insinuating that I’m basically a leech.
She doesn’t know this, but for the past year, until my dad’s disability kicked in, I was taking care of my parents. They live with me. (I own the house.) I bought them their food. I also cooked for them. How does any of that imply that I’m being taken care of? Yeah, they paid for electricity, gas, and drove me places, but that doesn’t mean that they were taking care of me. So, while I’m taking a break from paying some of the bills, my parents are taking care of that aspect of my life, but that does not mean that they are taking care of me. I still have the house and I still cook. Those things didn’t automatically go away the moment my dad got his first disability check.
Of course, once my mom told her we got disability, she probably thought that we were all leeches. People tend to do that. I don’t quite understand why. The disability program is there for people who can’t work, not for people who won’t. And some people are eventually able to start working. I hope to be one of them.
In other news, I got my letter from UAH, letting me know that I have been accepted for admission to the College of Liberal Arts in the Spring of 2009. So now I just have to get funding in order and learn to drive. My dad was quite short with me about the fact that I still haven’t learned to drive. He thinks I do it to inconvenience him. He doesn’t realize that I’ve put off learning to drive because of my horrific fears of dying in a crash. I prefer staying home because of those fears, but I will go to places like school and church, if need be.
I also received packets from several study abroad programs. One is AIFS and another is DIS. I’m seriously considering doing the AIFS program in Salzburg, Austria (Fall) and Prague, Czech Republic (Spring). I know, I keep changing my mind on where to go, but I think this is my final plan. I have looked at the programs in those countries and I think those are the best for me. Besides that, I would get to learn 2 new languages–German and Czech. If you know anything about me, you know I LOVE learning new languages. Of course, if I were to go to Europe, I would also do my traveling across parts of the continent to learn more about that great and wonderful place where most of my ancestors came from. I’ll have weekends free, so I’ve made a list of some of the places I would like to visit while I’m there (* indicates a place that’s on the program for either Salzburg or Prague or both as a field trip): London*, Budapest, various places in Northern Italy, Munich*, Vienna*, Innsbruck*, Berlin, Moravia*, Krakow*, Paris, Cannes, Grenoble, Geneva, and Warsaw. That would be 9 different countries in like 9 months. I think that would be awesome.