That's the good news.
The bad news...very bad news...is that they are only giving me $65 a month. This is based on my living arrangements and the assistance I have been getting from relatives for food, fuel, and medication, all of which is temporary. The most I would have received is $698, but their calculations brought me down to minimal support. Forced to quit all of my jobs and drop out of college thanks to a disease that I was born with, and I get a whopping sixty-five bucks a month to live on.
I don't even know what to say to that. Doomed? That's a pretty accurate word. I don't have a chance in hell of making it. Once my aunt and uncle step out of the picture as caregivers, I assume based on the lack of consideration I have received since this began over 20 years ago that I will have no other relatives to turn to.
So what's next? Only God knows. All I know is that I didn't ask for this BS. Never have and never will. I have fought people tooth and nail to be believed in order to receive the medical help I needed to keep this disease at bay for as long as possible. Yet, here I am not even 35 years old at what seems to be the near-end of the rope. I have battled my own body since childhood with one goal in mind - to be completely independent. I despise with every fiber of my being a life of relying on others to meet my needs, and at the present time there is no hope in sight of that ever changing. It is unjust and unacceptable.
That is all I have to say right now.