#well , after a wonderful dinner, which my granddaughter(15 yrs old) invited me to, plus a really great evening full of laughs and love. The next day after months of waiting, I finally got the response to whether I qualified for National Disability insurance scheme. I opened it and of course #rejected ..again. I began crying as i have no support except my psychiatrist #, #calls to helpines but nobody in my #Family . plus the various health phone lines. It was the final straw. I've given up, so sick of rejection and running into too many brick walls. I feel as if I'm no one, that i don't even belong to my immediate family. My siblings haven't talked to me for a few years. #My parents don't understand, are very rigid in their thinking#, when i said i had a mental illness, all i got was...#no you don't, don't say that, No, no, no. All this after 20 odd years of me providing info etc. Still being rejected over and over. I ask myself if I'm still that #bad kid