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Originally Posted by blueskyz
Where do you work? or What do you do? This is one of the first questions people have when they meet you. I'm on disability and I feel bad that I am not working anymore. Any suggestions on how I can answer them? I don't have kids at home.
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Hah! I got this, the other day:
Where do you work? (I don't)
Why don't you work? (I'm disabled)
I see nothing wrong with you. (You don't live with me, either)
Does your man work? (I don't have one)
Why don't you have a man? (I don't want one)
Why don't you want a husband? (because I want a wife)
Why do you want a wife? (dude!)
You have kids? (no)
Why you no have kids when you 47? (*FU, I'm 32, ***!) -didn't really say that out loud.
All this with the intention of just going into the freakin' convenience store to buy a soda, bag of ice and some smokes. Had no idea that I'd be facing an interrogation. Too many prying questions = downright insulting and rude rude rude!!!
Seems that someone just placed an order for a flaming bag of poopy at the store entrance and lost a customer for life.
Yeah, it pissed me off.
Sorry that I do not fit into the template mold of your expectations of a proper woman. No, I'm not.
I hate that people assume that just because I'm not in a wheelchair or blind that I'm automatically taking advantage of the system.
Here's how it went: Most who apply are initially turned down the first time. I was approved immediately, especially after the reviewers saw the multitude of hospitalizations and medicines that I've had to endure. Maybe when the judgmentally questioning normies spend 7 years hospitalized, then they can probably get SSDI, as well. Not like I had to say goodbye to a wonderful career prospect... oh wait. I did.