In yet another beautiful interaction with the SSA and disability, I have been told that if I cannot afford to pay $830 a month for my “fair share” of the rent, despite my roommates agreeing my fair share is $300 a month several months ago, I will not be paid the $900 a month I am owed because that apparently means that we are able to live with me paying NO rent.
Let me say that again. If I cannot afford to pay $230 more than the government is paying me a month, they will not give me the $300 I am owed still so I am able to pay that amount. They will not give me the money because I cannot afford to pay it without that money they are supposed to be giving me.
Because of this, my household will continue to live paycheck to paycheck. We will continue being unable to save any money, I will continue being unable to comfortably feed myself, and every emergency will threaten to bankrupt us. When disabled people talk about eugenics and enforced poverty, this is what we mean. When I said my household had made this agreement before I began receiving benefits, I was asked what would have happened if I did not win SSI. I said I would have ended up homeless again. I was told that they could not be responsible for decisions I made before receiving benefits. They could not be responsible for me choosing to take on debt to my roommates over homelessness. This is what they want from us.
I am afraid and disgusted and suffering under the boot of a government hoping they can snap my neck so they don’t have to pay me. I cannot afford to put gas in my tank, or to get a new wheelchair, or to pay rent. I can barely afford to feed myself. If you can spare anything, I need new work clothes for this upcoming semester in the shop. I need shoes, work pants and shirts. I need to buy pans and plates for my apartment and I need to pay for a month’s medication while they try to switch my meds from Indiana to Ohio insurance.
If you can spare anything at all, my V/enmo is @hmmngbrdbndt. I do art and cross-stitch commissions, and writing commissions at $0.20USD by the word. If you want examples of my writing, my AO3 is hummingbirdbandit. I’m happy to negotiate prices based on complexity. I also knit, and will do scarves and hats for $25USD plus cost of materials. I will also do lapghans for $50 plus cost of materials.
I also make patches for jackets! Price between $5-20USD depending on size and complexity. I don’t know why it didn’t show on the original post. The Get Up Coward patch shown is an example.
Pool # 27 - Ann Goldberg , 2016.
Canadian , b. 1970s
Oil on canvas , 30 x 48 in.
OIL PAINTING.
I found lots more on the artist’s website, and then came across Percy in the Pool, which almost did me in 🥺🧡
instead of either having a server be muted or unmuted discord should introduce a setting called special princess mode where the server is muted except ☝🏽 for one person that is your special princess and the emoji0oo990op09iop09i8o09i8op09iolp-09op-0opyujiko8o9i8ukol9iukolp9i8uki sorry. i got a drop of oil on my keyboard bc i was eating hummus with a little bit of olive oil earlier and i was cleaning that off. anyway and the notification icon is a heart. and they have to to call it that.
her face says “congrats on your new batch of Not My Problem”
“this is unbecoming of me” is genuinely a useful thing to have in your mental toolbox
Like. you probably shouldn’t say it out loud, but if you hold yourself to any principles or standards, you should really really be able to recognize when you’ve failed to meet those principles
“You don’t know me. I’m not the same person anymore.”
“That’s okay. I’ll get to know you again.”
We never really talked about it but The Ugly Ducking that grew up to be a beautiful swan was still probably pretty fugly from a duck’s perspective
Like that story isn’t about an ugly duckling that grew up sexy, it’s a fucking swan was judged as a duck and hated itself as a duck until it found out it wasn’t a duck and stopped trying to be a duck.
The actual ducks in the neighborhood were probably still looking around at perfectly normal swans like “damn, look at those busted ass ducks”
This is pretty important, actually. The good ending is finding the other swans, not tearing yourself to pieces trying to impress the ducks.
my day job is at a college, and this morning my boss was like “go collect all the suggestion slips from our suggestion boxes around the school and create a document and a spreadsheet outlining the needs of the student body.”
Ok cool very easy! fun, even!
there were two. two suggestions.
“spring fling should be steampunk themed :3 I’d like to see more pipes and gears with no discernible function”
and
“free food. starbocks. privitized resturaunts.”
I can’t wait to turn in my 1/8th page report with “pipes and gears with no discernible function” and three out of five words misspelled on it. the students have spoken, boss; such are the needs of the student body.
Report complete I’m off to grab lunch at a privitized resturaunt