Ok, so I have an 8 year old son who's dad is a piece of poo. Truth be told, I got pregnant with him during a particularly bad manic episode, so my judgment on picking a father wasn't so hot. Anyhow, fast forward to now, I am married to a wonderful guy whom my son calls daddy. He rarely, like maybe once a year, sees his biological father. My husband has a decent job, but insurance is quite expensive (almost $600 a month for the "family" plan), so my son is on Medicaid. Because his father doesn't help support him, he qualifies for this service. Sorry this is taking so long. Anyway, for several years I have noticed the forms say that if you aren't receiving child support, DHS will pursuit the father for money...blah, blah...his bio father sucks and has never given us any money. So, I get this letter last month saying they want an interview with me to find out information about his dad to pursuit him for support. Unfortunately, one of my phobias is checking the mail (I know its stupid, but I cannot help it), so I didn't get the letter anytime before the actual appointment. So I didn't really do anything about it. (Yes, I know this is bad too, but if you've read anything about me, you know I avoid people at all costs.) Today I get another letter saying I have a new appointment on Thursday. Well, of course, I am totally panicking. WHAT? I have to go talk to a person? Someone who is going to scrutinize me? I'm barely breathing here. I realize I threw away all of the paperwork when I thought I had missed the chance to go to the appointment, so I don't know what I need to take up there or anything. But the letter very specifically says if I don't show up, they will take my son off of Medicaid (which would suck, because then he would have no insurance!). So, I gather significant courage and while my chest tightens to the point I can barely breathe I call the lady on the letter. She treated me like absolute ****. I asked what I needed to bring and she yelled at me because I didn't have the letter. I asked where the office is, and she's like "the food stamp office"...I tell her I have no idea where that is and she yells again, "yes you do, how did you get referred if you AIN'T on food stamps?" I am seriously barely able to talk, my face is beet red, I cannot breathe, I am literally gasping for breath and this woman is yelling at me. I finally got it out that I was referred because of Medicaid and she very grudgingly told me that they were located behind the health department. (Horray, I know where that is.) So I ask her again what do I need to bring and she basically just told me I needed to find my letter. I told her I don't have the letter and she said bring vital info and divorce papers (don't have those because we weren't married). Anyway, I am still on the verge of passing out here for not being able to catch my breath. I am nervous and shaky and just feeling horrible. Oh my god, this is the EXACT reason I hate talking to people. Why did she react like that? I was very polite and courteous. Now I have to dread going up there in 2 days. And let me tell you, that's plenty of time for me to get myself in hospital freaking out shape. AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I cannot even hardly feel my hands they are all tingly and I keep having to delete and try to type again. Why are people so mean?