One of the very first things that my mother said to me after she had been out of brain surgery for awhile and I got a chance to speak to her was to tell me to “stop faking disability and get a God damn job”. She called me a lazy ass several times and, if memory serves, even called me a moocher once. I try not to think about things like this because I try not to think about her at all now, having excised her from my life after her death.