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I have Medicare because I’m on permanent Disability. I hate anyone knowing this because it’s automatically assumed that I’m taking advantage of the system or I haven’t paid my dues or I’m lazy.

I started working at 12 years old and went on the books legally at 14. I’ve always worked hard and never had a time where I didn’t work. I worked from 14 until 36, the majority was 40 hours or more a week. For 13 years I had to work a minimum of 45 hours a week and it usually ended up being 50 or more. But I still feel ashamed.

Recently I started receiving messages saying my Social Security number was invalid because someone might be using it. I know that Social Security will never call you about something like this so I went on their website. There was a security alert about a recent scam and it said to let them know if it happens to you.

I filled out a form and explained the messages I had recently received. Two days later I get another phone call from the same people. I decided to call Social Security and actually speak to someone. After being on hold for an hour I finally spoke to a man and told him the situation. He didn’t ask for the number the calls were coming from or the name being used, he didn’t even ask my name. He told me not to worry about it if I filled out the form. I told him the form didn’t ask for much information and he told me not to worry. At this point I was a little annoyed.

I wasn’t worried because with my Credit history they weren’t going to get far. I just felt uneasy.

A few days later the phone rings and it looks like a local number so I answer it. It’s a man with an Indian accent saying my Social Security number has been compromised. I tell him I know it hasn’t and that I filed a complaint with the Chief Inspector for Fraud.

While I was saying this I heard him say “Do you know what I can do to you?”. Red flag! Red flag! I should’ve hung up but I heard a threat. So I asked “What did you just say?” and he responded “Do you know what I can do to you?” and I said “No, what?” He went on to tell me how he was going to send prostitutes to my house using an online service, open false bank accounts and credit card accounts, last but not least he was going to buy weapons. He already had my social security number, birth date and address I didn’t give it to him.

What he was looking for was for me to pay him not to use my information.

Medicare had a breach in their system awhile ago and said everything was okay. I guess not. I was furious, I don’t respond well to threats anymore, when he brought my Dad into it I flipped. He asked how he would respond to the neighbors finding out prostitutes were coming to out house.

I lost it. I told him 1. He wouldn’t be able to find any prostitutes in my area that make housecalls. 2. My credit score is so low he couldn’t get a credit card for the $1 store and I’m bankrupt. 3. I’m on Medicare for a mental illness so good luck trying to buy a weapon. 4. In the U.S. being crazy gives you a get out of jail free card and my brother works in computer programming for the Federal Government so if he does anything my brother will track his IP address and I have always wanted to see India I have a good friend living with monks there.

At this point he sounded a little bit afraid. I had reached my breaking point. I had medication building up to toxic levels and I was done holding it all in. Of course I wouldn’t go to India I don’t have a passport. I do have a friend that was born in India and lived with Monks for a few years. He also graduated from Harvard early and Rensselaer early. He studied Sanskrit for years too. I would never involve him.

I notified the people in charge that this time I was threatened with these people buying weapons using my personal information. Did they care? NOPE!

If I was elderly and in the early stages of dementia I would’ve given them what they were asking for. That’s the problem. They were not expecting someone who is smart enough to know it’s a scam. It makes me angry that not one person I contacted cared.

So I have to say we are doing one hell of job.


Social Security Disability is a total Disability program. Benefits are given when the “condition” is 100% disabling. Social Security Disability isn’t given on the basis of a condition that is temporarily disabling.

Disability Definition- an individual must have a severe impairment that has lasted or is expected to last for a minimum of one year.

Where does the money come from? Social Security Disability is funded by taxes. Employees are taxed 6.2% of their Income.

Proving Disability- Proving Disability isn’t as easy as people think it is. Once upon a time that may have been the case. There’s no dispute that some people took advantage of the system. Improvements have been made, I’m not sure if they were positive or not. I can only go by my own experience.

Stigma of Disability- For some strange reason, people think I sit on my couch all day eating Bon Bons, drinking Champagne, and watching Soap Operas. That I’m the happiest person ever, I’m free from the bonds of working. There is resentment. Little comments are made. “Of course you can do that, you don’t work”. That’s a nicer comment.

Every time I talked to my best friend on the phone somehow the subject of “people who don’t work and take advantage of the system” would come up. She works for the Post Office. I can’t really blame her. They are forced to work overtime and hardly ever have 2 days in a row off. She also spent years delivering mail to low income housing and would see so much that angered her. Child neglect, young girls having more children when they couldn’t afford the three they had, guys on Disability doing manual labor they shouldn’t have been able to do, all of this got to her.

When she complained about it she would always add at the end “You know I don’t mean you, you need it”. After awhile it was harder to believe she didn’t mean me.

She called me for the first time in a long time on Sunday. We talked for 2 hours. When the conversation came around to “people who don’t work” I let her rant. When she was done as calmly as I could I said “From the age of 14 I started paying into Disability. When I was managing Blockbuster for years there were times I made up to $45,000. I didn’t tell anyone because I was ashamed I made that much and had nothing to show for it. I drank it away, I spent it on clothes, make up, hair products, salons, perfume that was $200 a bottle, I took my parents to Vegas, I paid for little getaways for me and my sister just so she would spend time with me, I bribed my own family with gifts, but I still paid into my share into Disability”. I also told her “If I had known what I would have to go through just to get Disability, I’m not sure I would’ve done it. Between being mocked and humiliated by DHS and going before a Judge that was so rude I had to watch my father hold himself back with tears in his eyes at the time it didn’t seem worth it.”

She had forgotten about the woman at DHS who pulled a Donald Trump and mimicked my stutter. I was upset to the point that my father took the phone from me. When he heard what she was doing I thought I would mess my pants. My father’s mad voice is like Darth Vader only worse. He never uses curse words. That day he did.

While going for Disability I had to sit in front of a Judge and answer questions. The Conversion Disorder was at an all time high, I had just been diagnosed with it. (Some people get better with a diagnosis and some worse) My lawyer had spoken on the Senate Floor about Disorders like Conversion Disorder and was extremely knowledgeable. Very rare.

When the Judge asked his first question I was trying so hard to talk clearly that I made my stutter worse. The Judge said “What? Didn’t you take your meds today?” The way he said it was almost with a snarl. I could see my dad out of the corner of my eye. My heart broke for the hundredth time. I tried again to speak but it was worse. The Judge was becoming irritated. I didn’t know my lawyer was giving him enough rope to hang himself. After a few more insulting comments my lawyer finally stood up and said “Your Honor did you read what my client is diagnosed with?”. Judge “Yes”. Lawyer “Then you know she has Conversion Disorder which causes her to stutter under stress? Because I just did an entire presentation on the subject on The Senate Floor because it is a Disability.” At this point the Judge looked upset. He stood up suddenly and said “Give it to her” and left the room in a hurry. I sat there and cried.

I’ve paid my dues. Monetarily, physically, and mentally. I’m tired of trying to make people understand or worrying what other people think.


Your Ticket To Work! (LMAO)

I received some information in the mail today from the Social Security Administration. I hate opening this kind of mail because they are usually telling me I’m up for review.

This time it’s to STRONGLY ENCOURAGE those on disability to take part in their Ticket To Work Program. If you can work I’m happy for you and you should have the resources you need to get a job. The way this was worded in one area I found to be somewhat like an “or else” thing and immediately was pissed. Maybe I’m a Conspiracy Theorist after all. I do love Oliver Stone films.

The portion I didn’t like reads as follows:

We conduct reviews of your medical condition to see if you still qualify for disability benefits. If we find that you’re no longer disabled, we may stop your benefits.

If you’re taking part in the Ticket to Work Program, and making timely progress in your return to work plan, we won’t conduct a review of your medical condition. You’ll get more information about these requirements after you sign a plan with an employment network or state vocational rehabilitation agency.

So first you remind me that it’s in your hands if I’m considered Disabled or not. Then you tell me if I agree to do your program YOU WON’T REVIEW ME and I have to sign with a state agency or employment network set up by Social Security where I’ll probably be paid less than what I made shampooing ONE head. Free labor anyone? Sound threatening to anyone else?

How about you pay my medical bills until the Doctors figure out what’s wrong with my kidneys. Or pay for my Bipolar Meds. One of them is $199/month. Or I could sit here and wither away to nothing and my contribution to the “Work Program” can be my body for medical science. This is why I hate the System and sometimes think my Uncle Jimmy had it right when he chose to be homeless and dying. At least then he was left alone without anything hanging over his head.

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