and, well, people are passing me up right now, so, just in case:
I have cerebral palsy, use a wheelchair, and I’m on AHCCCS (Medicaid in some places) to pay my attendants. Needing so much support for so many years (I’m fifty-one, on benefits for about thirty years) wasn’t really part of my plan. But I still deserve to live (; I bet surviving would feel better to me if I didn’t fee punished, periodically, by budget cuts, austerity, and inaccessibility. Not that my spirits are really the government’s problem, I suppose, but in their place, I hope I’d not choose to cause pain and disruption to people I never even knew. Everybody Poops, after all) I have a family, friendships and community that I contribute to, despite the ways that it’s uncounted by the Gross Domestic Product., which massively undercounts women’s work in general, by the way I believe that some things are necessities that it’s inhumane to make people fight for, or at the very least, struggle with paperwork to make it look like they’re doing something but really just creates frustrating and costly hurdles for people trying to meet their most elemental needs, without a lot of advantages. Some people may not have family networks that they can lean on—I do, but we never know how long all of that might last. Paperwork may pretend to offer a guarantee, but real life does not. The United States is the richest society that has EVER existed; does taking food aid away in the budget bill make sense? I say no, even if I haven’t gotten SNAP since college. Sometimes it’s about our neighbors, not just usI
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