I think but not sure that SSD (Social Security Disability) means that you have worked before and put money into it but can't work anymore. SSI means that you have never worked and are too disabled to work. I have SSI payments and qualified since the minimum age and didn't go through with it until later because I thought my dad made too much money. It turns out after a certain age your parent's income doesn't matter anymore. My brother is also getting (at least applied for) SSI payments for his autism. When my brother was younger he had some symptoms of depression and also heard voices.

Now my check in. I am still being the realist of realists can be. This means that I am very depressed, hopeless, and completely and utterly worthless. I make companies around the world fail. Nope NOT a delusion because I can name them. Social Stripes, Reflections Gallery, and also Open Hands. All singlehandedly destroyed by me, myself, and I. Other companies are following the same path. Connection you ask and why? My art is in all 3 of these places and I bet $1 MILLION that the other gallery I am in will fail as well. All I know is failure is failure is the name of the game. Oh, I forgot! There was another gallery that was in danger of shutting down and they kicked me out because of my crappy art (only the scenes and a few of the animals are half way decent) my art wasn't selling. I know another company next month will kick me out because of how few I sell there which is a couple dollars (if that is a "good" month) a MONTH. I am the Destroyer of Worlds. I am completely guilty of many counts that I won't get into here but destroying companies and making people miserable is one of them. Oh yeah I am a burden of many who know me. Realism rules! I wonder if I had something to do with the economy crashing in 2008 otherwise known as 1808 in Middle of Nowhere years. Moo. Mom needs surgery and will be difficult. I saw a government agent eating while I was eating and I bet he knew I was going to be there. Then I had a complete breakdown when I thought I lost my iPod. I was yelling on top of my lungs and knocked over a table at a restaurant (although I cleaned after myself and no destruction of property) and was hyperventilating. Yep, that's my day!