In America yep. You can’t qualify for disability (at least in my state) unless you’re permanently blind, quadriplegic, or have worked a certain number of hours in the last few years. You get a disability at 14? Cool, hope your parents enjoy fighting with the disability claims people every other day! Until you’re 18, at which point you get to basically start all over again!
This is crazy - I moved out of Russia partly because it has “shitty” social system, but in comparison it is not shitty: disabled people get their meds/treatments, even if it is something basic/shitty. And they get disability checks (again, just enough to not starve, but this is something). There is some idiocy like people having to confirm they still don’t have legs every few years, but you won’t lose your status completely.
In Denmark where I am now, you can get most sophisticated treatments, social workers coming and everything. there are downsides (like long waiting times for everything - people die before it’s their turn to get cancer treatment), but I can say I’m more sure of my old years where I’ll be “falling apart” and depending on others.
And even then, the forms are not easy. I helped my girlfriend fill out hers this year (she sustained permanent nerve damage from a car accident several years ago) and you have to explain/justify pretty much everything. You have to explain what you used to do and why you can’t do it anymore. You have to detail what house chores you’re capable of doing, how long it takes you, if someone needs to help you, and so on. It’s pages and pages that require handwritten responses. My hand was hurting several pages in, I can’t imagine someone with nerve damage being able to fill the whole thing out.
Then after all that, you basically have to cross your fingers and hope that your answers aren’t too mild to disqualify you, but also not so extreme that someone will need to investigate/audit you. It’s a frickin’ tightrope, and she’ll have to do it all over again 3 years from now. And three years from then. And so on, for the rest of her life.
Alt text: C’mon Dad don’t be so lazy. All you have to do is get out there and work 80 hours a month and you can have your healthcare back!
80 hours a month sounds great!
Not for disabled people.
Whaat, disabled are supposed to somehow work?
In America yep. You can’t qualify for disability (at least in my state) unless you’re permanently blind, quadriplegic, or have worked a certain number of hours in the last few years. You get a disability at 14? Cool, hope your parents enjoy fighting with the disability claims people every other day! Until you’re 18, at which point you get to basically start all over again!
This is crazy - I moved out of Russia partly because it has “shitty” social system, but in comparison it is not shitty: disabled people get their meds/treatments, even if it is something basic/shitty. And they get disability checks (again, just enough to not starve, but this is something). There is some idiocy like people having to confirm they still don’t have legs every few years, but you won’t lose your status completely.
In Denmark where I am now, you can get most sophisticated treatments, social workers coming and everything. there are downsides (like long waiting times for everything - people die before it’s their turn to get cancer treatment), but I can say I’m more sure of my old years where I’ll be “falling apart” and depending on others.
And even then, the forms are not easy. I helped my girlfriend fill out hers this year (she sustained permanent nerve damage from a car accident several years ago) and you have to explain/justify pretty much everything. You have to explain what you used to do and why you can’t do it anymore. You have to detail what house chores you’re capable of doing, how long it takes you, if someone needs to help you, and so on. It’s pages and pages that require handwritten responses. My hand was hurting several pages in, I can’t imagine someone with nerve damage being able to fill the whole thing out.
Then after all that, you basically have to cross your fingers and hope that your answers aren’t too mild to disqualify you, but also not so extreme that someone will need to investigate/audit you. It’s a frickin’ tightrope, and she’ll have to do it all over again 3 years from now. And three years from then. And so on, for the rest of her life.