I get so wrapped up in a system of thinking, a passion for what is right, a belief I know in my heart things can change...one person at a time.
If I was sent a message over the last two weeks, I hope I've managed to send one back. These are perhaps a simple series of coincidences.(yet I believe the Universe is a divine mathematical equation, therefore nothing happens by mistake)
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After contacting our Congerss Woman's office immediately following DHS' informing me they "Knew last month" my son would be losing his benefits, I went in person to sign a "Privacy Release Act", allowing the Congressional Liaison's to communicate.
By Thursday afternoon our Congress Woman's office was telling me Soc. Sec. response was, and I quote "The address has been updated", nothing more. I was directed to go to Soc Sec with nothing but myself and tell them her office sent me.
On Friday morning I did just that, arriving early enough to have an hour and a half long conversation with a mother, an educator from Putnam City Dist. who was turning sixty-five. She had been the single mother of a child with severe ADHD for seven years. In a little over an hour, I was given the gift of one mothers story through the educational, federal, and local system...sometimes you're meant to be right where you are.
Once inside, their excuse for why Mer's Social Security was terminated?
Mer was up for annual review (which S.S. acknowledged I do without fail) When I changed addresses three years ago, someone only entered it in the system in ONE place and with a child you have to enter it in FOUR places.
Their explaination as to why I'd received mail peratining to Mer from Social Security since then was "the post office forwards mail for a year or so then stops" (No, I'm serious)
...of course they couldn't cut me a check right then like Mer's Disability Law Advocate directed me to request (they claimed it would take ten days for a check to be issued)...but he assured me it would be in Mer's dedicated account by Tuesday at the latest.
I will tell you this gentleman couldn't have been MORE apologetic, couldn't have been MORE polite and kind towards a mother who follows the rules to a fault.
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This particular story wont end until I know my child is cared for no matter what. (Completing my degree feels like a dream) I am not the mother I was ten years ago, nine years ago. I know my rights under the constitution. I know my child, as a person with disabilities is protected additionally.
Sadly enough, nine years ago I didn't know these things and part of me curled up in a ball and died. I refuse to curl up in that ball ever again.
However, I'm taking a long hard look at where my energy is best spent.
When an individual doesn't want to uncurl themselves, when they simply want to bellow about the unfairness of the world instead of taking action, when they cannot see past the end of their nose to what's truly best for their children, and thus take whatever measures necessary to correct their circumstances...you kind of have to say WTF?
It's like thinking that knight in shining armor is going to come rescue you from your own decisions.
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