Applying for Disability Benefits Wasn’t Easy, but I Did It

I will never forget the day I applied for Social Security Disability Insurance. I remember sitting at my computer, willing myself to fill out the lengthy application.

Growing up, it was instilled in me to work hard for what I wanted and never accept a handout. So, as I read through the requirements, shame washed over my body. My cheeks burned from embarrassment. Despite the effects of scleroderma, I was still able to use all of my working parts. How could I possibly apply for disability?

Yet, I had exhausted all of my sick days at work, and was now using my vacation days not for fun, but for when I couldn’t get out of bed. Although I had once prided myself on being a reliable employee, I no longer was. My body seemed to hate me, and it let me know I was at its mercy.

Things pile up

Every night, as I crawled into bed, I felt depleted by the day. The exhaustion was profound, like no other, and my body was riddled with pain. Every day was a new adventure as I learned how to keep on keepin’ on. My body wanted to give up, but I willed it to keep going. And it did, for a bit.

But the laundry started to pile up — even more than usual, which is saying something. I wanted to complete all of my tasks at work and my chores at home, but my body said, “Nope, choose one or the other.” As time went on, I couldn’t even finish one task. My body had betrayed me.

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My employer was understanding, but they still had a business to run. After falling asleep several times in the office bathroom, I knew I was in trouble.

Who falls asleep with their head against the bathroom stall? This girl! It wasn’t my best moment. While I had always been in control of my body, it was clear now that I no longer was.

With a heavy heart and an uncertain future, I resigned from my job, wondering what would become of me. Without a title and a job, what did I really have? Those days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months.

Then, my doctor suggested I apply for disability.

What?

Me, apply for disability? I don’t think so, kemosabe. I got this!

In fact, I did not have this (insert Morgan Freeman’s voice).

Third time’s a charm

I had been on the fence about applying for disability benefits. As I reviewed the Social Security’s Blue Book, I realized I had multiple diagnoses that would fall under different categories. Would each condition be enough on its own for me to qualify? I didn’t know.

Nope, I couldn’t do it. I had worked most of my adult life, and often had more than one job to support my children and myself. While working two jobs, I also went to college part time and maintained a 4.0 GPA. I had a plan for my life, and being disabled wasn’t part of it.

As I sat in front of the computer, I perused the checklist for the disability application. Whoa, I’d need some time to get everything together. I read that many people retain a disability attorney while applying, but I chose not to because I didn’t want to pay a fee. I wiped the tears from my face and started clicking away on my computer.

Several hours and lots of clicking later, I submitted my application. I was certain I’d be approved. How could I not be? My condition wasn’t going to get better. It is lifelong and has no cure. And to add insult to injury, the diagnoses kept coming.

After a few months, I got my letter in the mail. Denied.

Are you kidding me? What’s a girl got to do to be approved? So, I applied again. Six months later, I was denied again.

I decided to give the process one last shot, even though I thought I’d never be approved and wanted to throw in the towel. I received a notice for the third phase of the approval process: It was trial time.

A hearing to discuss my case was held virtually due to COVID-19 restrictions, which meant no actual court appearance. This was in my favor, as I felt terrible that day. Plus, I wasn’t optimistic, because my application had been denied twice already.

Seven days later, I received a notice in the mail. With shaking hands, I tore into the envelope from the judge’s office. Tears filled my eyes. I couldn’t believe it. Thanks to all of my hard work, I had finally been approved.

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