warning LONG POST (sorry)
I had a child when I was married. Now, I am divorced and I don’t work. I get some assistance, I have sex, I raise my daughter.
Do I fit the OP?
BTW… my ex hasn’t sent me a court-ordered penny since last December, I have PROTECTED, MONOGAMOUS sex with a monogamous loving partner, and my daughter was diagnosed autistic at the age of two. She needs therapies (she has six different sessions during the week and goes to early preschool for special needs children), some of which are home-based and some of which are center-based.
My daughter qualified for SSI payments, we get food stamps (no cash assistance) and healthcare from DES, and all her therapies are covered through the Dept. of Developmental Disabilities.
The schedule I have for her needs does not allow much time for working, going back to college, or free time for friendships (except my pals with their own autistc kiddos – we do playgroups) or dealing with my own goals. I was going to ASU but decided to raise my child with a man I thought I’d be with “forever”. Life can change faster than a blink of an eye.
Who can say when they will fall onto hard times?
Some people on welfare abuse the system which makes it harder for those that really need it. I jump through all the DES and DDD agency hoops because my daughter WILL get the services she needs… she WILL, or I will call down the wrath of God. My need is an honest one.
Do any of you think I enjoy being on welfare?? I do not, it’s hard for me to swallow my pride and ask for help. I do not tell people I know or meet that I get assistance. I don’t want to see that fuckin’ look in their eyes when I do. I do not like feeling like I’ve failed somehow, that I mooch off the system, that tax-payers pay for my child.
It’s not my fault my life changed in ways I could never imagine. I’d sell my fuckin’ soul in a heartbeat to have my daughter without autism. What is really sad is that many special needs children don’t get the services they need due to budget cuts and a shortage of therapists. But that is another rant all its own…
I’ve fought hard for every service my child has because of those that abuse the system. My situation basically sucks right now but I swallow my pride and do what needs doing. I spent money on college and then on a Administrative Medical program that I completed only to find out I couldn’t use it. During my intership, I got the referal to a specialist for my daughter and then WHAM! Life changed.
Day care, you say? Not a one that will care for my daughter in the way she needs. Day care is risky anyway.
And for the record, I do not sit on my bum eating bon-bons all day and watching soaps. I’m working with my angel on her issues, of which she has many. Look up “autism” on the WWW and you’ll get a bare taste of what I have to deal with daily.
But really… file this under the “I-don’t-care” section. Not that any of you asked for my life story anyway.