CW: Ableism and brief mention of the R word.
Something needs to happen for me, and soon….because I can’t handle my situation anymore…..I am seriously about to B R E A K from the stress and anxiety I experience—-every DAY.
I’m 63, multiply-disabled and autistic. I am now on dialysis, use a wheelchair, walker and cane, and have never been able to work my whole life.
Readers, please see my humanity. Please understand how hard it is to:
day in, day out, have to do without and struggle each and every month, just to make it through. Life is very boring, very mundane, and—-it is searingly, heart wrenchingly LONELY.
I am not lazy, nor have I ever been lazy. Being autistic, living my life systemically misunderstood and treated and judged harshly, has been debilitating for me, and it has worn me down….including my health….on all levels.
Growing up, I did
wash dishes–I washed lots and lots of dishes
I did also
clean the kitchen
clean the bathrooms
make my bed
dust
and
vacuum,
but it was never good enough for my family.
I made the effort to always try…but it was never ever good enough for them.
I was—both at home and school
bullied
punished
scolded
yelled at and yelled down
beaten
spanked
excluded
left out
picked last
talked over
gaslit
I was labeled as
weird
retarded–yes, the R word
a clown
circus act
ugly
dog
animal
told I was faking it
told I was a freeloader
told I was lazy, spoiled and selfish
and told
I would never have friends
Never be popular
Never learn how to drive
never get married
never have children
Never work at anything other than a minimum wage job.
My dreams and goals for my life were to get into acting, get into FM rock radio, and do something with my writing and artwork.
From the age of 10 on, I have longed to travel and see New York City, Washington DC, Eastern Pennsylvania, New England, Virginia, Michigan and the Pacific Northwest.
I have been to Las Vegas, Idaho, San Francisco, LA, Bloomington Indiana, and Milwaukee Wisconsin. But not ever have I been to any of the other places I long to see.
And I still thirst to see all of those places.
My family and others all shot all of my dreams down…and all of my dreams have remained so far out of reach for me to this day.
I have always had executive functioning issues, which has compounded the difficulty I have with functioning with daily tasks, like cooking, cleaning, hygiene, and—working at gainful employment.
I used to reach out for help in my community, and I spent hours, days and years attempting to seek supports and services so I could better my circumstances—-
I have reached out countless times—to County Mental Health, to Voc Rehab, to organization after organization—but being misunderstood at every turn there too, has meant nothing but shut doors and bitter disappointment—and me always left feeling like an utter failure as a human being.
Last year I again reached out to try to get supports and services….and my County ended up dropping the ball on me and ghosting me. One place they tried to get me hooked up with was a daily day program for seniors and disabled folks, and well….the social worker didn’t get my autism….so, I never heard from them again, and all of my phone calls to them started going unanswered.
I have fallen through the cracks time and time again because this world still does not get autistic people and our struggles.
So—I have subsisted for the past 42 years of my life on meager social safety net benefits. And have watched life literally pass me by.
I did drive from 1990 until 2012 when I had to stop due to my declining health.
I MISS the freedom that driving gave me.
When I stopped driving I had to start getting in home caregivers to take care of me.
After a long string of abusive caregivers, I now have two wonderful caregivers—but again, they are only able to do for me what is allowed by Medicaid. And Medicaid does not compensate them for the gas and wear and tear it takes on their vehicles which they have to use because Medicaid does not supply vehicles for them to use…..and so many cuts have already been made to Medicaid that they can’t afford to give caregivers this vital support.
And now with COVID and the rising prices on literally everything, even the interest rates going really high now on my credit cards—which I also need to be able to afford my vitamins, anti-fungal creams, my Netflix, Hulu, and my Apple and Pandora music streaming services which I need—yes, I do utilize those services to their fullest and it would leave a huge void and more hardship for me if I went without those services—and my utilities even going sky high now….it has become a painful hardship for me to make ends meet each and every month.
I am literally housebound when not at dialysis, yes, I am stuck at home with no place fun to ever go, so my mom pays for my cable TV and internet, a landline phone and cell phone service so I am not entirely without entertainment and connections to my disability community friends and the disability rights activism work I do online.
I am beyond lonely and beyond depressed all the time. I wake up feeling dread and like everything is so futile. I fear I will never achieve any of the dreams and goals I have had for my life. I feel such utter hopelessness, and I dread the prospect of how much harder life will be for me when my now 94 year old mother passes away.
I live confined to a tiny 550-square foot wooden and stucco cottage which is owned by my mother, and when she passes away, the family will sell these 2 cottages and I will have nowhere to live then. Because I won’t be able to move to a place where I won’t get instantly kicked out for having a sensory overload meltdown.
None of my other siblings and relatives are able or even willing to help me, so when my mom passes away, I will be left without my cable, internet and phone service, and the music and movies I so enjoy— I will not even be able to afford paying my water bill, which my mom also pays.
I need real hope for once in life for however long I have left on this earth.
I need for people to have a heart for what life is often like for those of us who are disabled when we cannot work and are forced to live—24 / 7 — within the tight parameters of the social safety net we rely upon just to exist—and yes, autism is also a disability—it is a very lonely, isolating and very Othering, desperate daily experience.
I am 63. I now have end stage kidney disease, and do dialysis 3 x a week, 4 hours a day. I feel as if I’ve literally been robbed of a decent life, and as if life has passed me by.
I need help to be able to make ends meet each month without having to do without, I need to be able to secure adequate and sensory safe housing, and be able to be free to at least fulfill some of my lifelong dreams and goals I have had for my life.
My only other recourse is to stop my dialysis treatments and let Hospice come in, because I know I will not be able to handle being even more impoverished when my mother passes away.
It should NOT have to be like this for us disabled folks.
We matter and our lives, and quality of life M A T T E R S.
Someone please help me.
My mailing address is:
Melissa Fields
P. O. Box 6416
Santa Maria CA 93456-6416