I remember going on disability when I was in my mid 20’s & having to go in to do paperwork in their office building.
My mom always taught me to make an effort in my appearance anytime I went out. And this time I remember exactly what I wore. Jeans & a nice sweater.
I remember the shame I felt going in there at my age & telling this person I have trouble with MH problems. She was much older than me, petite & proper.
I distinctly remember at the end her leaning into me while grabbing papers saying “you look fine to me honey.”
I was devastated & ashamed. I think I only stayed on it for a yr. Then all hell broke loose in my MH after that & that’s when I should’ve gone back. But I never did. My SO told me not to.
Horrible feeling sitting there being judged. Luckily I’ve at least matured since then.
I hope it works out for you!!