Tuesday, June 24, 2025: 7:04 AM: Reflection and Release: I hate doing paperwork because I’m not in control of how the forms are filled out. If I can go to the agency asking for the papers to be filled out for my benefits to continue, that’s great as at least that way there shouldn’t be any problems with the manner in which the forms have been done.
I’m less and less comfortable with this situation every year. But, so far, I’m managing.
The given time frames are ridiculous. If you are going to give someone fourteen days to fill out a form, “shouldn’t the clock start when the individual receives the forms”? Instead, the clock starts when the paperwork is printed out and hasn’t even made it to the mail room yet. So, if the post office has a bad hair day, you’re the one losing out.
The plus side to all of this is, over the course of a year, I know which forms I should be receiving for my benefit recertifications and when. I’m excellent at generating a paper trail or digital footprint showing that I’m on top of things on my end, too.
This mean, I call if I don’t see a form in the mail or message online informing me that it’s time to recertify a certain benefit pertaining to my “disability”. Personally, I think “normal” folks are more disabled than I am the way they act. But maybe having twenty-twenty vision does qualify most “able bodied” people for “The Moron of The Year Award”.
Anyway I cut it though, I’m on the ball. The anxiety I feel about this stuff probably isn’t really reality based. I will get what I need, reasonable accommodations and all, and that will be that.
I didn’t ask for this life and if I’m honest with myself, “I’ve done better than most people would in handling the cards I’ve been delt.” If I hit a bump in the road? It will be handled. The money I don’t have today will turn up down the line.
I’ve always had what I need right when I need it. “That’s always been the way things have gone for me over time.”