I had this caresource interview since I’m retarded & qualify for medicaid or something. I don’t really know how any of this works. My parents filed out some paperwork & now I get benefits I don’t understand. I thought i had Medicare for a while since I have a “Care Source” card, that made sense, but I guess Medicare is for people on Deaths door, while medicaid are for people who others don’t want to Admit they were dead…
Tangent over
The interview wasn’t anything special. They just send a nurse to your house and ask a couple of questions. Could have been done over the phone. Honestly, it’s just insurance fraud. It was completely “free” on my end. The government just needed to pretend they were actually helping me so that they could continue to give themselves money in the name of “helping people like me” whatever that means…
There’s only really 2, maybe 3 instances that stood out. I’ll quickly mention the other ones before I get to the point. I’ll mention, I might not get to the point; they might gag me before I reveal them…
The first thing is that I’m technically an “alcoholic” by their metrics. Though, not severe; I’m a casual; pros could easily drink me under the table; though, only Willie Nelson ever out-smoked me…
The other thing is that I’m mentioned I’m undiagnosed autistic. They mentioned they could set something up about actually being diagnosed…I won’t comment on that. What actually stood out is it had that feeling when I said it, that, “you’re definitely not autistic… you’re too normal.” … I was kinda looking for a reason to be triggered just so they’d believe me; I pretend to care about your judgements up until the moment I make my own…
Whatever…
Here’s the point i started off to make; there was 1 particular question that I hesitated on:
“Do you feel ‘safe’ in your living space.”
It’s funny; I’d just been meditating on what it meant to actually feel “Safe” and then this question comes up…
The honest answer was…is..”No”
The thing is, I knew i couldn’t really say that. I live alone; I have food, water, a place to sleep; I don’t fear for my life. Just, by my definition of “safe,” no, I don’t, I just know I’ll be fine.
Those fags Who don’t like it when I change their words
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