Life-changing baby steps
Jan. 5th, 2011 10:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightlotusmoonAs several people have told me over the past few days: Sometimes the strongest thing we can do is admit we need help.
I have filed for Social Security Disability Insurance.
At the end of the month, I will meet with a lawyer to discuss further options. I've spoken to my doctors and specialists. I got a phone call from someone working at the SSDI department who will process my application. I won't hear from them for six months or so, give or take.
I am officially freaked out and have no idea how to calm my panicked brain. This is the biggest thing I have ever done, surpassing all the other big things, like pack up my life and move from New York to Maryland to be with my lover.
Everyone tells me I'm doing the right thing, the best thing. All I can think of is potential rejection. All I can think of is possibly screwing up, which is why I'm going to talk to a lawyer. It's not that I'm not disabled (I'm so disabled that my state government gave me a free pass to ride the metro system). It's whether or not I'm disabled enough to receive government aid.
I'm shaking.
Breathe, Jo. Breathe. Oh gods, why am I panicking over something like this?
If anyone has any advice, I'll hear it.
I have filed for Social Security Disability Insurance.
At the end of the month, I will meet with a lawyer to discuss further options. I've spoken to my doctors and specialists. I got a phone call from someone working at the SSDI department who will process my application. I won't hear from them for six months or so, give or take.
I am officially freaked out and have no idea how to calm my panicked brain. This is the biggest thing I have ever done, surpassing all the other big things, like pack up my life and move from New York to Maryland to be with my lover.
Everyone tells me I'm doing the right thing, the best thing. All I can think of is potential rejection. All I can think of is possibly screwing up, which is why I'm going to talk to a lawyer. It's not that I'm not disabled (I'm so disabled that my state government gave me a free pass to ride the metro system). It's whether or not I'm disabled enough to receive government aid.
I'm shaking.
Breathe, Jo. Breathe. Oh gods, why am I panicking over something like this?
If anyone has any advice, I'll hear it.
