Paying People To Stay Home

Paying People To Stay Home

This article doesn't describe my exact health situation, but it could really fit anyone trying to deal with a chronic illness. Everything written in it pretty much describes how I feel about not being able to work. Never, ever would I have thought of "retiring" at the age of 24, barely after starting my teaching career. If it wasn't for my doctor telling me to quit my job as a preschool teacher, I truly believe I would be dead today. I have spent years feeling guilty about not being able to work. Even though "I look good" on the outside doesn't mean that I feel fantabulous on the inside. I've often wondered if I could handle going back to work full time, or even part time, and I know the answer to that is no. I may be able to do ok at first, but on a regular basis, I just don't think my health would stand up to the daily grind, and I'd be back where I started 11 years ago when I stopped working. So I really do appreciate this article, and I hope others are able to understand that many people on disability feel this way, especially when it doesn't look like we are sick!

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Janie said…
Past work in the health field made me realize how true this is. When you see a person using the handicap parking and they don' "look sick", can be hard to understand when you DON'T understand. We do not walk in their shoes. I bet this is very frustrating for you, and would imagine you will never get use to dealing with your dissability with naive people reminding you of what they don't really know. I think you are pretty postive from your blog. You have good days and bad ones, and you know your limits.
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Anonymous said…
I really just had a day last week when I was thinking, I wonder if I will be able to go back to work one day...the same afternoon, I could not even get my own groceries without a struggle. I know I feel guilty some days. It is not like we are living the Lifestyles of The Rich & Famous as so many think. I am sure that most of us would much rather be healthy and working our butts off! Hugs & Love to ya Loca!! :))
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