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mugrim posted:
I'm 55. I simply gave up on the whole system. It was so loving convoluted. I spent day after day interviewing and filling out and mailing forms away only to receive follow-up forms to fill out and mail back ad nauseam. It all culminated with a letter of rejection that brought me to tears. I've got years of diagnosed and documented mental issues. I have no left bicep and I am missing a ligament in my right elbow which basically renders both of my hands useless. I live by myself on the outskirts of St.Louis, Missouri. The system shouldn't be this difficult. Each time I would go to the Social Security office, I would sit and listen to those around me. Eventually I would overhear people discussing ways to screw the system. Or I would see overweight, illiterate women surrounded by screaming kids there to pick up there benefits. Their husbands would be waiting for them out in the car, usually in the passenger seat smoking their Kool Menthols. I could see the problem. My shoulders began to sag. A woman walked up and sat next to me. I usually wear slacks and a nice shirt, sometimes a sport coat. This woman told me that I was over-dressed. "You want help?" she asked, "You gotta look like you need help." Then she leaned in and said, "She those kids over there?". She pointed to 5 screaming, dirty kids over in the corner. "Two of those are mine, the other three belong to my husband's sister. Next week, when she comes in here, she stops by my place and picks up my kids. You gotta work the system, honey." I gave up. I can't fight it anymore.
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