I sure hope we don't make too much money.
Yep, that's right. I am praying and hoping to not be overqualified for SSI for Connor.
We got the call today from the U.S Government. Connor has qualified for SSI services (thank goodness). Now we have to go to the SS office and turn in 7.5 months worth of pay stubs. I was told we would receive a letter after that letting us now either what Connor's income would be or if we were rejected due to income. I cant believe a child who is declared disabled by the government has to depend on weather or not his parents make too little or too much money.
The money will go to good use if our income is accepted. Connor will be able to continue with his current speech therapist even after he starts school next March. With out the extra income, we will lose Diane due to the fact that the state will no longer be paying it and we cant afford $130 an hour.
I am a bit relieved to know that he does qualify. It makes me feel more confident that he will get all he needs when he starts school.
I have never in my life worried so much over one person before. Oh, motherhood!
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Monday, December 13, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Laying out the truth
So, I have become accustomed to candy coating most of what is currently going on in my life. I do this for several reasons: 1. It makes me feel better about my situation 2. Most people have no clue what it is I am talking about when I try and explain things 3. I am sick of getting the same response over and over again 4. I am tired of feeling sorry for myself and my family.
I cant candy coat things forever. It has finally gotten to me. I knew it would at some point. I was warned that keeping most of my feelings in would eventually lead me to bust and it has. My head is spinning. I am moody and to be quite honest, a bit depressed.
I almost never curse and every other word running through my head is fuck, fuck fuck.
My son is the light of my life. He is my soul. I love him more than life itself and would jump in front of bullets for him. He is what makes me want to get up in the morning. He is the reason I candy coat everything.
Who knew that when you gave birth to this little thing that appears so very perfect to you, so much could go wrong? Who knew that when you found out exactly what was wrong, it would make you feel worse and make you cry more than you ever had in your whole entire life? Who knew that 1 1/2 years after finding out your son was missing a piece of a chromosome and about 86 genes, you would still feel like shit every day and still sit crying?
I would never trade him for the world but it is getting harder and harder to mask my emotions for him so, I decided to write them all down in hopes that I might get a little relief for awhile.
I wish more people understood Connor's deletion, including myself, his doctors and people around us. I am sick and tired of people telling me "oh, I am sure he will catch up", or "well, he looks great". Yes, thank you for that but that makes me feel worse. He is not catching up and yes, I already know he looks great because he is the greatest and most handsome human being around but, he is not great. Poor guy has a tough life and never complains. I complain for him because I have NEVER had to do half the stuff he has to do and I never will have to. That is not fair.
It's not fair to wake up your son almost every day from a sound sleep to go to a three hour therapy session. It is not fair to watch your son fall OVER AND OVER again hitting his head crying in pain because he has horrible balance. It is not fair to have to strap your son into these god awful braces every night preventing him from moving his little legs to get comfortable. It's not fair that I sit here crying to the point that I cant see. It's not fair that my son is labeled as retarded and everyone else around me has these "normal" little children that can run and talk and play with toys without having to be told how to use the toy every single time. WHY? It's really not fair. What did I do?
Connor deserves SSI. He needs these benefits and/or the money to help us pay for the medical bills. I want to spit on the social security office. You have proof he is missing vital genes to live a normal life with out assistance and you still are making him go through test after test? Fuck you. He flunked your speech test, why do you need to make him go though a mental evaluation? You have the proof that the doctor labeled him as retarded (something that makes me cringe every day). Why do you need to make us go through a test to see what degree of mental retardation he is at? Don't you know that this bothers us and it's not fair? What else are you going to make this poor boy go through to possibly get the money and benefits he deserves?
I am sick and tired of my husband telling me everything will be ok. I am sure it will when I am done feeling guilty and horrible inside but you, my love, are not the person who takes him to these appointments, you are not the one who goes to every therapy session. You don't have to wake up your son to take him to PT, OT or speech. You for some reason have a fear of driving and make me, your wife, wake up and take you to work every day. When the hell do I get a fucking day off?
I cant do this anymore. I cant sit here and tell myself everything is ok. I don't want Connor in special education. I don't want Connor to wear braces. I want Connor to talk, to run, to not fall, to have a normal brain, to not see hundreds of doctors and I want those 86 genes that he is missing back. I want to know why this bothers me so much and why it bothers me when people tell me it is ok. It's not ok. You don't have to do this everyday and you don't have to feel the guilt of knowing this is not fair. You don't have to look at your son who never complains and wish that he knew another type of life.
It is not fair.
I am sorry for the rant and I am even more sorry for my profanity. I will be keeping this post up only for a few days until I feel better. The goal of this post is to help ME. The more I read it out loud the better I will feel.
I cant candy coat things forever. It has finally gotten to me. I knew it would at some point. I was warned that keeping most of my feelings in would eventually lead me to bust and it has. My head is spinning. I am moody and to be quite honest, a bit depressed.
I almost never curse and every other word running through my head is fuck, fuck fuck.
My son is the light of my life. He is my soul. I love him more than life itself and would jump in front of bullets for him. He is what makes me want to get up in the morning. He is the reason I candy coat everything.
Who knew that when you gave birth to this little thing that appears so very perfect to you, so much could go wrong? Who knew that when you found out exactly what was wrong, it would make you feel worse and make you cry more than you ever had in your whole entire life? Who knew that 1 1/2 years after finding out your son was missing a piece of a chromosome and about 86 genes, you would still feel like shit every day and still sit crying?
I would never trade him for the world but it is getting harder and harder to mask my emotions for him so, I decided to write them all down in hopes that I might get a little relief for awhile.
I wish more people understood Connor's deletion, including myself, his doctors and people around us. I am sick and tired of people telling me "oh, I am sure he will catch up", or "well, he looks great". Yes, thank you for that but that makes me feel worse. He is not catching up and yes, I already know he looks great because he is the greatest and most handsome human being around but, he is not great. Poor guy has a tough life and never complains. I complain for him because I have NEVER had to do half the stuff he has to do and I never will have to. That is not fair.
It's not fair to wake up your son almost every day from a sound sleep to go to a three hour therapy session. It is not fair to watch your son fall OVER AND OVER again hitting his head crying in pain because he has horrible balance. It is not fair to have to strap your son into these god awful braces every night preventing him from moving his little legs to get comfortable. It's not fair that I sit here crying to the point that I cant see. It's not fair that my son is labeled as retarded and everyone else around me has these "normal" little children that can run and talk and play with toys without having to be told how to use the toy every single time. WHY? It's really not fair. What did I do?
Connor deserves SSI. He needs these benefits and/or the money to help us pay for the medical bills. I want to spit on the social security office. You have proof he is missing vital genes to live a normal life with out assistance and you still are making him go through test after test? Fuck you. He flunked your speech test, why do you need to make him go though a mental evaluation? You have the proof that the doctor labeled him as retarded (something that makes me cringe every day). Why do you need to make us go through a test to see what degree of mental retardation he is at? Don't you know that this bothers us and it's not fair? What else are you going to make this poor boy go through to possibly get the money and benefits he deserves?
I am sick and tired of my husband telling me everything will be ok. I am sure it will when I am done feeling guilty and horrible inside but you, my love, are not the person who takes him to these appointments, you are not the one who goes to every therapy session. You don't have to wake up your son to take him to PT, OT or speech. You for some reason have a fear of driving and make me, your wife, wake up and take you to work every day. When the hell do I get a fucking day off?
I cant do this anymore. I cant sit here and tell myself everything is ok. I don't want Connor in special education. I don't want Connor to wear braces. I want Connor to talk, to run, to not fall, to have a normal brain, to not see hundreds of doctors and I want those 86 genes that he is missing back. I want to know why this bothers me so much and why it bothers me when people tell me it is ok. It's not ok. You don't have to do this everyday and you don't have to feel the guilt of knowing this is not fair. You don't have to look at your son who never complains and wish that he knew another type of life.
It is not fair.
I am sorry for the rant and I am even more sorry for my profanity. I will be keeping this post up only for a few days until I feel better. The goal of this post is to help ME. The more I read it out loud the better I will feel.
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