How was I discriminated against? I have been through the ringer. My story is so outlandish and as I find out more information I become more sad. I’m discriminated against for the exact reason I was found to be 100% disabled. My disability isn’t something I care to talk about, and now my physical disabilities embarrassing me has left me in a wheelchair or using a walker. And I’ll be dead far sooner than I should leaving my 12 year old autistic son an orphan. I don’t like to talk to anyone, for the exact reason I find myself writing this complaint. I was called crazy, by your worker, discriminated against by your workers, bullied into taking something I didn’t deserve, had lies spread about me, all by your 2 or so workers, given the runaround, but more than anything. I hate to be called crazy. I am so much more than you surmise. Everything takes me so long because I have OCD, it’s debilitating and I hate myself.
I hate it when people don’t let me finish my sentences. I hate it whenever I’m put on the spot, I hate the audible sighs I hear when I can’t find my important paperwork.. I worked so hard to prepare. And I can’t find it. Or my money at the store. I hate getting startled. I hate that I have triggers that make me incapable of communicating. I hate that I get bullied into signing papers and swear under penalty of perjury that I said what I was meaning to say, NOT what you guided me to say. My problem isn’t with the judge. It’s with the workers who either put words in my mouth or just plain lied. Now it’s been since March and three years prior to that and the judge said I was, and he didn’t even receive my medical records. My lawyer who dropped me because he didn’t believe me either. And in turn, didn’t do his job. I hate that now I’m in a wheelchair and the workers have been withholding my money. All because they took advantage of my illness and now have gotten my food stamps taken away because of their outlandish report about my having 100k in my bank. I have never had that, I have proven this, and yet I’m still dismissed. So you have officially gotten me to be a homeless person and now I’m going to be without food. I don’t know what else you want to take from me.
I was told exactly what to turn in and I was told to write a letter explaining. Only to be told that you wouldn’t even read my letter of explanation that really was none of anybody’s business but it explains everything and you refuse to take 5 minutes and read it. You said that you were going to expedite my claim to put money in my account as soon as possible and you would like for that too. You said I’m not good enough and my son’s father is Ian and listed as my boyfriend, if any of that were true I’d not be writing this final plea for mercy. My disability was used as financial judo against me. My diagnosis is very complicated but has been explained. I know the workers at the offices know a lot about what is good for sick people and I know they don’t care.