Wednesday, December 28, 2011

The thing about "poverty"

... is you become a great keeper of secrets.  You hide things.  You become an actor... try to pretend (sometimes with every ounce of your being) that everything is all right.  My current role involves faking being able to see clearly.  I don't remember when the last time was I had my eyes examined, but I'm pretty sure it's been over a year since my eyeglasses were replaced with stronger prescription lenses.  Today, my vision has become noticibly fuzzier with glasses on.  I've cleaned them repeatedly over the past couple of days to no avail.  I need new lenses.  Constant headaches may be confirming this as well.

My daughter's don't complain that they've been wearing their last pair of contact lenses for well over the 30-days recommended amount of time (more like months and months over 30 day limit).  Grateful my son recently qualified for health benefits through his job at the bookstore so that he could soon have his eyes examined and lenses replaced.  Last time I bought him a much needed pair of glasses they cost over $400 without insurance.

*Keep in mind, I am a child of welfare, raised by a single, physically impaired mother and I never went without.*

There's one major reason why it's critical I work and earn money... to properly care for my kids; resume wellness and healthcare maintenance for us all.

Heaven help us.


  1. I know CO has a Medicaid program for people who can't afford health insurance. I can't say whether it would cover the adults, but the minors in your house should be no problem. Have you applied? They may provide food stamps too.

  2. Hi, Laura. I applied for state aid last May. We didn't qualify for any services other than reduced school lunches for the girls.

  3. Have you had other income stop since then? Maybe you fall below their ridiculously low income limit now?? If it's the value of the house that's messing it up, maybe showing them that you owe more than you could ever make by selling it? Try to get them to understand that it's really not yours anymore; they're just not kicking you out yet.
    I'm not trying to be pushy. I just know that my lazy ex husband doesn't try to do a darn thing to help himself, but because he has a minor child (for a couple more months), and low income (because he choose not to try to make more), he has free health insurance and food stamps, and who knows what else. He makes more than you, and his family size is smaller.
    I know how hard it is to get miserable things done while your dealing with depression. I so wish I lived closer, to be able to help. :(
    Hugs to you. Something wonderful is in store for you. I just wish it would hurry up and get here.