Shakedown, the wheat from the chaff. As Katie's parent's left and she and I settled into our new lives together, I did some looking into the SSDI "Ticket to Work" Program. By this program, disabled people currently receiving social security funds can experiment with working under supported conditions to see if it is something that they can handle. I feel like I am moderately stabilized on the Wellbutrin, and I am interested in taking on new challenges at the moment. However, what I found was not promising.
After perusing the internet for what seemed like hours, the "Employment Networks" and "Vocational Rehabilitation" facilities (their jargon, not mine) that I was able to locate in my vicinity offered very limited employment choices. Now, I'm well aware that we are in a recession, and were I not disabled, even with my schmacy education I would not necessarily be able to find anything at all. Due to my publication record I would not pass background checks, so that dismisses a certain range of jobs, and then there's the whole reason I'm on disability on the first place, a clear verdict of unemployability would make keeping what I could get rather difficult.
The premise of working within a supported setting that acknowledged the disability, that had seemed encouraging. One night, talking to Omar, making "golden ticket" jokes, he suggested that maybe I could get some nice library job, given my qualifications, and I felt hopeful about the process.
I imagine myself as the maniacal chick in the teal jumpsuit. There was also the option of sweeping floors in the Goodwill.
So, I called my father for advice. He said, "if you go into a situation like that, you are doomed to failure". He said, "You have everything you need right now all lined up to write another book. What are you doing not writing another book? Treat it like a job, and just haul ass on it until it's done, sell it, and write another one. That's your job, and you'll be much happy doing that than cleaning toilets with epileptics or whatever."
I thought...huh. He's RIGHT. So, manic me got to work.