ariinya
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As I mentioned in my introduction, my dad died on February 14th of this year. He was my caretaker, along with my representative payee. Most importantly, he was my dad, and I love him deeply and miss him so, so much. I'm so deep into depression right now, I don't know how I'll ever find my way out.
However, that's neither here nor there. My aunt and uncle have taken over, and they're trying to learn everything they can. Unfortunately, my dad didn't really set anything up for me in the case of his death, so it's like we're starting over from the very beginning. Thank God for them, I would be on the streets if my aunt and uncle hadn't decided I was worth taking care of, even though I'm really not worth it.
Today, we got some really bad news, though. Finally, finally my caseworker from the railroad came by (my dad worked for BNSF — Burlington Northern Santa Fe — before he retired, so if they decide I'm his dependent, I'll be able to collect a percentage of his retirement). This COVID-19 outbreak has really set everything back by months. What she told us, though, was devastating.
I'm not eligible for help with housing, or even to go to a group home because I was diagnosed after the age of 18. I mean, that's not surprising, given my age and the attitude towards Asperger's when I was younger. But my aunt and uncle blame me for opening my fat mouth and saying I was 22 when I was diagnosed. I feel like everything is collapsing around me. I don't know what to do.
And on top of everything, I'll need to leave my apartment by the end of the month because they can't afford to keep paying for it, which is understandable. I'm only getting $936 per month from SSI right now, nowhere near enough to pay for this place plus utilities.
I've spent the day in tears, just sobbing my eyes out alone, except for my cats, who've stayed near me. And I'll be losing them as well most likely when I leave. I hate blaming someone who's gone, but why couldn't my dad have prepared better? Didn't he care about me at all? Or did he just not care what happened to me after he was gone?
However, that's neither here nor there. My aunt and uncle have taken over, and they're trying to learn everything they can. Unfortunately, my dad didn't really set anything up for me in the case of his death, so it's like we're starting over from the very beginning. Thank God for them, I would be on the streets if my aunt and uncle hadn't decided I was worth taking care of, even though I'm really not worth it.
Today, we got some really bad news, though. Finally, finally my caseworker from the railroad came by (my dad worked for BNSF — Burlington Northern Santa Fe — before he retired, so if they decide I'm his dependent, I'll be able to collect a percentage of his retirement). This COVID-19 outbreak has really set everything back by months. What she told us, though, was devastating.
I'm not eligible for help with housing, or even to go to a group home because I was diagnosed after the age of 18. I mean, that's not surprising, given my age and the attitude towards Asperger's when I was younger. But my aunt and uncle blame me for opening my fat mouth and saying I was 22 when I was diagnosed. I feel like everything is collapsing around me. I don't know what to do.
And on top of everything, I'll need to leave my apartment by the end of the month because they can't afford to keep paying for it, which is understandable. I'm only getting $936 per month from SSI right now, nowhere near enough to pay for this place plus utilities.
I've spent the day in tears, just sobbing my eyes out alone, except for my cats, who've stayed near me. And I'll be losing them as well most likely when I leave. I hate blaming someone who's gone, but why couldn't my dad have prepared better? Didn't he care about me at all? Or did he just not care what happened to me after he was gone?