Well, everyone told me to expect this and to not give up, but it still felt devastating when I got the letter yesterday from SS denying my claim for disability. I've already talked to my caseworker who will help me appeal and assured me of a lawyer in the area who specializes in this, if it comes to that. I have a message in to my therapist. My husband can't believe it and said he wishes they'd grill him for an hour about my day-to-day functioning, or rather lack of.
I just so much wanted this to be over with. Yesterday I felt like giving up or just going to the lawyer to make this all go away, and I slept a lot. I'm getting to the bottom of my retirement fund and I'm so afraid of losing our house.
So far today, I'm feeling more resigned and a bit more ready for the struggle ahead. I thought I'd been through the worst of it, but that might be yet to come. I don't know. It's awful to be in a situation of convincing them I can't work when I don't want to accept that myself, but I have no choice.
I look again at the reasons for the denial - I "have been treated and evaluated" for my condition (as in the past tense, like ?), that I am "able to get along with people for a short period of time," and that I can "remember, understand and carry out daily activities." Huh? Didn't they read what I wrote?
They said that my impairments aren't severe enough for me to be disabled. What would be severe enough? If I couldn't get out of bed every single day?
They said that although I could not work at my past job, I could still work as long as the job was "simple and not stressful". Could someone tell me what kind of job that would be? What kind of job would let me do something for 15 minutes and then rest for a hour to try to recover from intrusive thoughts and flashbacks before I could do more? That's the only way I'm able to do any task, even ones I get some satisfaction from. And that's on a good day when I'm doing something by myself. What about all the days I can't push myself out of the house? Or brush my teeth, wash my face and get dressed? Or do anything? When I can't control the flashbacks and intrusive thoughts? Etc. etc.
I feel like they're telling me to do something that doesn't make sense and to do it even if it will make me more ill. And, oh yeah, if my condition gets worse and keeps me from working, to call or write them about filing another application.
I just don't get it.
I just so much wanted this to be over with. Yesterday I felt like giving up or just going to the lawyer to make this all go away, and I slept a lot. I'm getting to the bottom of my retirement fund and I'm so afraid of losing our house.
So far today, I'm feeling more resigned and a bit more ready for the struggle ahead. I thought I'd been through the worst of it, but that might be yet to come. I don't know. It's awful to be in a situation of convincing them I can't work when I don't want to accept that myself, but I have no choice.
I look again at the reasons for the denial - I "have been treated and evaluated" for my condition (as in the past tense, like ?), that I am "able to get along with people for a short period of time," and that I can "remember, understand and carry out daily activities." Huh? Didn't they read what I wrote?
They said that my impairments aren't severe enough for me to be disabled. What would be severe enough? If I couldn't get out of bed every single day?
They said that although I could not work at my past job, I could still work as long as the job was "simple and not stressful". Could someone tell me what kind of job that would be? What kind of job would let me do something for 15 minutes and then rest for a hour to try to recover from intrusive thoughts and flashbacks before I could do more? That's the only way I'm able to do any task, even ones I get some satisfaction from. And that's on a good day when I'm doing something by myself. What about all the days I can't push myself out of the house? Or brush my teeth, wash my face and get dressed? Or do anything? When I can't control the flashbacks and intrusive thoughts? Etc. etc.
I feel like they're telling me to do something that doesn't make sense and to do it even if it will make me more ill. And, oh yeah, if my condition gets worse and keeps me from working, to call or write them about filing another application.
I just don't get it.