[Witchchylde]

This is why I'm grateful to have what little autonomy I do have, even if it's a case of emotional hostage taking having to live with my mom. As my repeated attempts to apply for SSI continue to fail, as my daughter's social anxieties continue to build rather than decrease, and we become utterly dependent on my mother's income, the few times we've actually gotten foodstamps, or as they're called here SNAP benefits, the process is so disheartening, so dehumanizing, that I lose my nerve to recertify when the time comes. (Oh look at that, spellcheck doesn't recognize 'recertify' as an actual word, take that DHS.) I have my back, plus partial blindness, diabetes, bipolar depression, and still the judge says I should be able to work, I guess because I'm under fifty. And any time I front the idea of applying for work myself, my mother goes off on me about how I can't possibly stand on my feet all day, yadda yadda. And yes, we have piles of clothes in our room. I have to share a room with my adult daughter because that's how little room we have in this house. As a matter of fact, all three of us would have our own rooms if my brother and his son hadn't decided that they had to move out here with us. Now each of them has their own private room, my daughter and I share a room, and my mother, who's 72, sleeps on a couch in the living room with her dogs. And, those two are really not dependable at all. My brother only takes substitute teaching jobs a few times a month, his check for this entire month was only $55. His son, just last week, quit his job. With his father's blessing and encouragement.
And let's not get into the screamfests that get started from my mother's obsession with Fox News. Just, don't go there.