It’s been a while since we talked money. And yes I am still poor, no change there – surprise surprise. Ed McMahon hasn’t show up at my door with a big check telling me I have won Publisher’s Clearinghouse (dating myself here…), and hubby’s disability was denied AGAIN. At the hearing level. What does that mean? It means that we have a pretty low chance of it being approved- ever. He has plan B in the works, but until then we are poor. And I have in some ways gotten use to worrying about money over the years, we’ve been poor for many many years- though admittedly not as poor as we have been the past 5 years. Anyway none of that is the point….
I am so tired of the way people treat you when you are poor. Especially how they treat you when you are getting “help” otherwise known as WELFARE it’s a dirty word. A word people whisper. In fact it’s a word of a gone by era. They call it other things now, food stamps are now supplemental nutrition assistance program, and there is TANF, temporary aid to needy families. The names have changed but the way people look at those in line to spend their food stamps haven’t. They scrutinize what’s in your cart.
People in the community and on television say mean and nasty things about people receiving the help. Calling them lazy, losers, moochers. Drains on society. Assume they all sorts of things about “those people”.
The workers at the Department of Health and Human Services (DHHS). They are anything by human and certainly not HUMANE. In the waiting room is a huge poster with a cartoon spy with a magnifying glass requesting people keep an eye out for people defrauding the system and report them. It’s a very intimidating place. To a young person I can imagine it would be scary. To me, it incenses me. They too scrutinize your every word, they look at you with disgust. I get they are low paid, over worked employees of the state, but kindness is free. And I would be willing to bet the majority of people coming through their doors do not want to be there.
I am tired of being judged because of where my life has taken me. I am tired of people looking down on me and assuming I am a lazy, drain on society. I have mental illness, I have enough to worry about, I don’t need to worry about the fact that my being poor is yet another thing that makes me different from everyone else around me. I already live the fact that it makes my life harder.
So next time you see someone swipe their food stamps card give them a smile not a smirk. If you hear someone lambasting the “welfare rats” remind them most people don’t want to be there. And most importantly remember- kindness is always free.
Until next time.
Sometimes I wish I had written this without anyone in my “real” life being able to read it. I have been very careful not to identify myself for strangers who might know me in person, but I know of a few of my friends and family who read this.
But that makes it hard for me to talk about several topics. I don’t feel like I am able to talk about my frustrations with certain things (and people) in my life.
So on to what I feel like I can say. First of all over the past couple of years I have become an expert in faking it. We just had some people here that coordinate the mental health workers for my kids. They commented on how happy I seemed. Ha! Little to they know how I have been feeling today. Little do they know how with deliberateness (Is that a word) and calmness I self-harmed this morning. I have to reset the “clock” I have – 160 days I made it. But this morning I just needed relief, and it felt good.
I’m at that scary place where it all seems fine on the outside but on the inside I am a bubbling mass of mess.
I guess that’s all….
Turned in my term paper and took my final and with that this semester is closed. I have received my final grade in on class 98.75% not too shabby ;). Waiting on grades for my other 3 classes – supposed to post by Saturday.
I was looking forward to a good month off- but instead I decided to take a winter term class. WHAT IN THE WORLD IS WRONG WITH ME???
But by doing that I will be able to take 3 classes next semester (MY LAST ONE!!) instead of 4. And one class I took only lasts 7 weeks, so after that I will be in 2 classes until I graduate.
Other than that, things haven’t really changed – just plodding along. Hubby and I were talking yesterday and I said something – I don’t remember what- and he said in a surprised tone- do you think you’ll never get better?” I was brutally honest. I told him I am definitely losing hope of that and that I’m beginning to believe this is as good as it will ever get. He said he can’t believe that’s the case.
But it’s true. I think over the past couple of years and I don’t see very much progress. It’s disheartening.
I guess that’s all. Until next time…
Do you ever pour your heart out into a post and never post it? Just save it to a draft and stuff the feelings down? I do.
First of all, been a while since I posted. I haven’t been doing much lately. I haven’t been drawing, or writing, or looking on Pinterest. I go the appointments I have to go to, I go to baseball and lacrosse games when I have to, and I scroll facebook mindlessly for longer than I care to admit. I just have no desire/motivation to do anything anymore. It sucks. It just seems like nothing has been going right, and so I just feel BLAH.
As for keeping it together, we have 2 checkbooks and I can’t keep them balanced and with money in them not overdraft. We are doing 2 different systems, cash like Dave Ramsay and debit cards. It’s not working – we need to do one or the other. So tomorrow morning I have to go to both our banks and put some of our cash in so that everything thats floating in the ether will clear.
I want to cut so bad. The urge is almost unbearable. But I have to wear short sleeves tomorrow in front of my nephews birthday party, then to dinner with my in laws. And then Tuesday I have an MRI on my hip so I can’t carve up my leg… they’d know….
I am just feeling so low today. I don’t even know why.
This too shall pass?
I don’t know if I ever explained why I used the title I did for my blog.
I come from a community of people who are constantly telling me to smile. And well meaning people who tell me to “think positive”.
So, for the most part I hide my feelings inside. I pretend everything is ok, even when my arms are cut up, or I have spent the morning crying. It also refers to my signature move- stuff and avoid.
There is so much junk hiding in me, so many scars, and fresh wounds inside it would probably scare people away…. so those are “the things I hide inside”.
Even now, I have backslid in terms of depression, but I am keeping it hidden inside. No one knows I am constantly on the verge of tears, I am irritable and have a low tolerance for everything….