Posts Tagged ‘disability’

May this be the best happy birthday meme found.

I am hosting this on the heels of yet another hosting… app, group, organization, whatever you want to call them, cracking down on password sharing (as is something that I have completely come to expect at this point, so I’m not going to get into a whole lot of detail about how I feel about that except for what I’m about to write here in this post). I’ve been comfortable sharing my streaming credentials to various streaming organizations and groups that I have accounts on with my best friend, who is the person in charge of my Twitch streams while I stream. And god forbid, if I ever actually have an epileptic seizure while streaming he is able to take control of my computer to end the stream. I do not see a single problem with allowing him to watch my Netflix, Hulu, or Disney+ with this in mind, and now all of a sudden I can not do that? Excuse me?

I got another brilliant picture of the kids!

The kids’ developmental pediatrician will be retiring at the end of the year, which won’t really affect Monster because he’ll be eighteen years old by then. The kids have been seeing him since the dawn of time (or close enough to it to be called the dawn of time, so this tracks). Monster doesn’t quite understand it, but I’ve been taking opportunities to explain the process to him in a developmentally friendly way. But let’s do this, y’all!

We are on day three of what, the flu now?

So, while I’m sick, I’m going to say this in a place where everyone can hear it.

Every time I have an episode of epilepsy I’m reminded of the person who gave this to me. My Apple Watch has been recording brief episodes of apnea that resolve. My son’s father “loved” me enough to do this to me, and by that I mean didn’t love me at all because all he was capable of was hurting me, and I have to deal with that hurt for the rest of my life. That’s some kind of love, isn’t it? Sometimes I stop breathing in my sleep and other times I hit the floor during a seizure. He hurt me and then he had the nerve to say I “broke his heart” when I took our son and ran from him because I didn’t want to continue to be hurt. I shouldn’t be going through any of this to begin with. Who taught you to love in the first place? You disabled me. Have a very nice the rest of your fucking life and never contact us again..I want absolutely no part of your love.

This state is still not my problem, but… nice, I guess.

Apparently when you file a complaint with the Department of Agriculture about how long SNAP cases are taking to be worked in your state (and the unprofessionalism that came with constant copies and pastes of irrelevant information by the HHS Ombudsman’s office when I attempted to file complaints with them most of the time, which only goes to further prove my point), they expedite working your case — I got a call from someone at the local office last night when I had ironically been hunting for the word office in my mind to continue to post about these people, and they told me that not only would my family continue to be eligible for benefits for the next six months but that our benefits would increase to the tune of something like thirty dollars each month, and they apologized for how long it had taken to get to my family’s completed renewal to begin with. I kept my mouth closed but did not accept the apology, as our benefits would not even have been renewed in the first place in anything remotely resembling a timely manner if I had not constantly complained about Texas HHSC, let alone continued to post on their Facebook and Twitter pages about how they were incapable of doing their jobs. This is a hollow victory given how much effort had to be put into it.

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