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Disability, Denied

What happens when the system says “no” at the exact moment you say “yes” to who you are.

I was sitting at the dining room table, writing, when Nick came in with the mail.

“I don’t have my glasses on,” he said. “Can you sort yours from mine?”

I was deep in writing mode, focused. But I took the pile of mail anyway.

There it was—tucked between a campaign flyer for a New York City mayoral candidate and the newest issue of The New Yorker. A thin envelope, just like the ones we used to dread in high school. The ones that meant rejection.

I knew what it was before I opened it.

I thought I was ready. I’d been saying for months that this would happen. I’d told everyone. I’d told myself.

“We have determined you are not disabled.”

Wow.

It wasn’t the paperwork that stung—not the endless forms, the documentation, the medical evaluations, the bureaucratic hoops. That part I’d expected.

The sting came from the finality. A stranger had decided I’m fine. That I’m just... fine. As if my doctors hadn’t documented otherwise. As if the daily reckoning of living in this brain were imaginary.

Denied.

It’s a gut punch.

It’s a door slammed shut, followed by the shock and humiliation of rejection.

I’ll appeal. I have to. That’s how the system works: apply, wait, get denied, appeal. Rinse and repeat.

But the truth? It feels like another twist of the knife. The system demands that you not only survive the first round, but summon the energy and clarity to take on an even harder one—on a rigid 60-day deadline.

And that’s where the cruelty is.

Because most people in my position don’t have the capacity to appeal. The system counts on that. It’s denial by attrition, and it’s baked in.

The system has a name—Social Security Administration, Disability Division—but it feels like Kafka’s Castle: unreachable, faceless, cold. You’re not appealing to a person. You’re appealing to a machine. Not even a well-oiled one—just an outdated one, built for complexity, not care.

The letter itself offers no humanity:

“We have determined...”

No conversation. No empathy. No accountability.

You're left knocking at the gates, told no one inside has time to answer.

And then comes the other kind of denial. The one masked as a compliment. The one that’s meant to be kind but lands as something else entirely:

“You don’t look sick.”

“You seem normal.”

“You’re so articulate.”

I know people mean well. They’re trying to reassure. They’re using the language they have. But it reveals a profound misunderstanding of what disability looks like.

There’s no cast. No wheelchair. No visible cue.

I’ve spent my whole career perfecting performance:

Show up. Smile. Deliver. Hold it together.

And now, that performance is used as evidence that I don’t qualify.

Everyone with an invisible disability lives in this tension:

Perform or collapse?

Appear whole or be believed?

The system’s determination that I am not disabled does not make me able.

The pain, the visual triggers, the anxiety, the sensory overload, the cognitive crashes—they don’t disappear just because of a letter.

The system reduces disability to paperwork.

I live it as a daily negotiation.

There’s a cruel symmetry here. At the very moment I begin to say yes to this part of who I am—to name it—they erase it in the same breath.

They aren’t just denying a claim. They’re denying an identity.

It’s quiet erasure, delivered by mail.

I’ll appeal. I will not let them erase what I live. I will not let them dictate what is real.

You can deny the claim.

You cannot deny me.

Disability, Denied (Mighty-Ready Version)

What happens when the system says “no” at the exact moment you say “yes” to who you are.

I was sitting at the dining room table, writing, when Nick came in with the mail.

“I don’t have my glasses on,” he said. “Can you sort yours from mine?”

I was deep in writing mode, focused. But I took the pile of mail anyway.

There it was—tucked between a campaign flyer for a New York City mayoral candidate and the newest issue of The New Yorker. A thin envelope, just like the ones we used to dread in high school. The ones that meant rejection.

I knew what it was before I opened it.

I thought I was ready. I’d been saying for months that this would happen. I’d told everyone. I’d told myself.

“We have determined you are not disabled.”

Wow.

It wasn’t the paperwork that stung—not the endless forms, the documentation, the medical evaluations, the bureaucratic hoops. That part I’d expected.

The sting came from the finality. A stranger had decided I’m fine. That I’m just... fine. As if my doctors hadn’t documented otherwise. As if the daily reckoning of living in this brain were imaginary.

Denied.

It’s a gut punch.

It’s a door slammed shut, followed by the shock and humiliation of rejection.

I’ll appeal. I have to. That’s how the system works: apply, wait, get denied, appeal. Rinse and repeat.

But the truth? It feels like another twist of the knife. The system demands that you not only survive the first round, but summon the energy and clarity to take on an even harder one—on a rigid 60-day deadline.

And that’s where the cruelty is.

Because most people in my position don’t have the capacity to appeal. The system counts on that. It’s denial by attrition, and it’s baked in.

The system has a name—Social Security Administration, Disability Division—but it feels like Kafka’s Castle: unreachable, faceless, cold. You’re not appealing to a person. You’re appealing to a machine. Not even a well-oiled one—just an outdated one, built for complexity, not care.

The letter itself offers no humanity:

“We have determined...”

No conversation. No empathy. No accountability.

You're left knocking at the gates, told no one inside has time to answer.

And then comes the other kind of denial. The one masked as a compliment. The one that’s meant to be kind but lands as something else entirely:

“You don’t look sick.”

“You seem normal.”

“You’re so articulate.”

I know people mean well. They’re trying to reassure. They’re using the language they have. But it reveals a profound misunderstanding of what disability looks like.

There’s no cast. No wheelchair. No visible cue.

I’ve spent my whole career perfecting performance:

Show up. Smile. Deliver. Hold it together.

And now, that performance is used as evidence that I don’t qualify.

Everyone with an invisible disability lives in this tension:

Perform or collapse?

Appear whole or be believed?

The system’s determination that I am not disabled does not make me able.

The pain, the visual triggers, the anxiety, the sensory overload, the cognitive crashes—they don’t disappear just because of a letter.

The system reduces disability to paperwork.

I live it as a daily negotiation.

There’s a cruel symmetry here. At the very moment I begin to say yes to this part of who I am—to name it—they erase it in the same breath.

They aren’t just denying a claim. They’re denying an identity.

It’s quiet erasure, delivered by mail.

I’ll appeal. I will not let them erase what I live. I will not let them dictate what is real.

You can deny the claim.

You cannot deny me. #InvisibleDisability #disabilityawareness #ChronicIllness #MentalHealth

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From Held Back to Higher Ed: Living with a Learning Disability

When I was in elementary school, I was very shy and I still am to this day. I used to get bullied a lot, and I thought that if I stayed quiet, maybe the bullying would stop. But it didn’t. Because of how quiet I was, some of my teachers told my parents that I might have autism. So my parents decided to get me tested. After the evaluation, the doctor told them that I did not have autism. I had ADHD and a learning disability.

Instead of trying to understand how I learned or helping me in a way that fit my needs, my school decided to hold me back. While my classmates were learning new things in math and science, I was sent to a separate room to relearn the same basic material. I stayed in the same school district from elementary school all the way through high school, and not once did anyone try to figure out what type of learner I was. A learning disability does not mean you cannot learn. It just means you learn in a different way. But instead of taking the time to support me and help me grow, they gave me the same work over and over again. In that way, I believe my school district failed me.

Because of that experience, I now struggle in college. I am constantly trying to catch up and teach myself things I should have learned a long time ago. There are times when I sit in class and feel so far behind. I feel like I am not smart enough to be there. But no one in my school district ever believed I would go to college, so they did not think it was important to teach me. When I got to college, I had to completely change how I thought and how I learned. They say it takes thirty days to reprogram your brain, but my freshman year felt like a wake-up call that hit me hard.

College forced me to step up. I had to put in the work not only to study for my college courses but also to learn the things I was never taught. My days were filled with trying to balance both. I was constantly studying, constantly trying to understand the material, constantly working to prove that I belong here.

This is why believing in yourself is so important. So many people told me that I was not going to get into college. To be honest, I did not even think college was a real option for me until my junior year of high school. My school counselors and special education teachers told me that I should just go to community college and become a dental assistant. But I told myself that I was going to be a dentist. I was going to be a doctor.

Never let anyone tell you what you cannot do. If God put a dream in your heart, that means you have the ability to make it happen. God will never put you in a situation you are not strong enough to handle. You have to believe in yourself and keep going. Overcoming a learning disability is hard, but it is possible. Some days are tough. There are times I feel so discouraged. But I remind myself that I am not the only one struggling. Everyone has challenges. Our situations may be different, but we are all trying to figure it out.

Mindset is everything. I read a quote in a book called Don’t Believe Everything You Think by Joseph Nguyen that says thinking becomes reality. And that stuck with me. College is already difficult, and having a learning disability makes it even harder. But the reason I have made it this far and am now going into my junior year is because I know who I am. I know I deserve to be in college. I know I am smart enough to be here, even if others never saw that in me.

Growing up, I was never good at biology or math. Now I am a biology major. I could study biology all day. I still hate math, and I still struggle with it, but I work hard to understand it the best I can. I stay up all night studying because I want to succeed. My sleep schedule is awful, but I am doing it for my future. I want to be a dentist, and I know I can get there.

Always believe in yourself. Always have faith in your potential. If you can dream it, you can do it!

#learingdisability #ADHD #collegelife #disabilityawareness #MentalHealth #selfbelief #OvercomingObstacles #InvisibleDisability #Neurodiversity #EducationSystem #iamcapable #FutureDentist #StudyStruggles #believeinyourself

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Walking with the unknown diagnosis of whatever they are keeping a secret

So I can really try and make sure you know that I have been diagnosed with so many different things that all have no cure and I have been under the knife at least 15 plus times total and with each diagnosis things seemingly just get worse and harder to find in my body. For me it's just a day in and day out struggle and as for the rest of the world around me I am literally just a pain in their behinds. I've been denied 7 times since the age of 23 for disability and I am now 43 applying for disability again with an attorney. With everything from a rare lung disorder that has caused a total of 11 intubations into a coma because it causes complete lung failure in both of my lungs at the same time to endometriosis and different auto immune diseases to simple conditions as well. Then on top of all those things even including a broken back in 3 spots after a fall, I have multiple mental health issues as well. At the younger ages I was diagnosed with panic attacks, depression and anxiety disorders. I now have ptsd due to all the hospitalizations, bipolar disorder 2 meaning I mostly suffer from depression or depressive moods at least it was that way for almost 30 years to date. As of around the age of 41 that is always how it went. I prayed and asked for God to take the depression away and he did thank heavens. But I don't want my worst enemy to suffer from any of the other problems so it's been hard to say a genuine prayer for those so I am suffering terribly from pain issues and anxiety along side of one more mental health issue not just generalized anxiety but social anxiety on top of that I haven't had this much anxiety and or pain ever in my life. And I can't understand why nobody is doing anything for me as far as doctors are concerned and I am still waiting for disability to be approved. I just need to know what really is the reason why I have so many issues I know that there is something that these doctors aren't telling me about what I need to know and what the disability offices need to know. I will keep pushing and pleading for what I need to know and for what I deserve which is a genuine breakthrough #MentalHealthAwareness #mentalhealthmatters #properdiagnosis #physicalpain #disabilitydoctors #disabilityawareness #iminrealpain

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Disappointment with PayPal - Is Their System Failing Disabled Users in Disputes?

Hello everyone,

I want to share a very disappointing experience with PayPal and see if any of you have encountered similar issues.

On March 7, 2024, I bought a graphics card on Rakuten. After the 14-day withdrawal period, I realized it was defective. I tried to contact the seller several times, but I never received a response. Rakuten then informed me that the deadline for filing a claim had passed, so they could no longer do anything for me. Thinking that PayPal could help me with their purchase protection service, I filed a dispute.

On April 18, 2024, PayPal offered me a refund on the condition that I return the item. Unfortunately, being very busy with my work, especially due to the Olympic Games, I did not see this message in time. And there, surprise: the case was closed without me being able to intervene. What shocks me is that PayPal, which never hesitates to send notifications for a failed payment (via SMS, notifications in the app, etc.), only sent me one email for such an important dispute. If you miss this email, it’s over, no possibility to reopen the case. Frankly, it makes me wonder if this isn't a way to save money on refunds for disputes. It's outrageous!

What makes the situation even more difficult is that access to the dispute manager is only possible through the web browser. The PayPal Android app, on the other hand, does not contain either the dispute manager or messaging. So you really must not miss that one email because if you rely on the app to keep you informed, you're left completely in the dark.

What worries me even more is how this system seems to neglect people who, like me, have specific difficulties. I suffer from ADHD, which complicates my daily management of information. I really need clear and repeated notifications, but it seems that PayPal does not take these realities into account. They prefer to send endless reminders for a slight payment delay, but for an important dispute? Nothing, except for a simple email. And what about people who are not comfortable with technology? They must feel completely abandoned by this system.

Following this incident, I contacted PayPal again in August. They offered me another option on August 20, but once again, I didn't discover the email until August 29, after the offer had expired on the 28th. Between two other emails regarding a payment in installments, this message went unnoticed. I called PayPal again to try to find a solution, but I doubt they will make any further gestures this time.

I'm seriously considering changing platforms. Alternatives like Stripe, Square, Payoneer, Venmo, Google Pay, Apple Pay, or Skrill seem to offer better tracking and user protection. Does anyone here have experience with these platforms?

I've been a PayPal customer since 2010, and until now, I've always been satisfied. But now, I'm really disappointed and angry. This situation is unacceptable to me, and I would like to know if others have any advice or feedback on alternative solutions.

Thank you in advance for your responses.

#ADHD #disabilityawareness #MentalHealth #ChronicIllness #Accessibility #Neurodiversity #invisibledisabilities #Advocacy #Paypal #ConsumerRights

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What’s worse – the physical or emotional pain of epilepsy?

When you go on Facebook and you look up the people with epilepsy you’ll find hundreds of people sharing pictures of the bruises or broken bones that they endured while having a seizure or they’ll share a paragraph or two telling others about the seizure the experienced and the physical pain they acquired from it.

My heart goes out to all of them because each time I read one of these messages on Facebook I can relate to them because at some time in the course of my life I experienced what they are experiencing now.

I’ve…

experienced concussions

acquired a hematoma on my head by falling headfirst on the ground

gotten broken bones

acquired many cuts and bruises

almost drowned in a bathtub

have cracked my head open

permanent memory loss from my concussions

experienced several near-death experiences

and the list can go on.

But I am not here to ask for sympathy or to have others recognize the extent of hardship that I endured, because honestly, everyone goes through tragedy and everyone experiences pain in their life.

My question to you is, “What is more painful the physical pain we endure or the emotional pain experienced from the tragic event that occurred?

What’s Worse The Physical Pain or Emotion Pain?

When I look back on the course of my life and I think of all the things I have gone through in life because of my epilepsy tears begin to fill my eyes. I have acknowledged that broken bones heal, hematomas eventually go away and the other physical pain caused by my seizures eventually healed too.

However, the emotional pain I have received in my life-long journey with epilepsy will never go away. I would be lying if I said it did. It’s embedded in my heart and will remain there for the rest of my life. So me personally, I truly believe that the emotional pain is much worse than the physical pain we endure from a seizure.

So How Do You Cope with The Emotional Pain Caused By Epilepsy

But what I do know just like with any painful event, the emotional pain will never leave us, so we must learn how to cope and move on. Just like when someone we love passes. The pain from that loss will never go away but we learn to cope with the loss and then we move on.

If you don’t move on then you’ll live the rest of your life in misery and depression and that’s no way to live.

Living with Epilepsy

Living with epilepsy, every day of your life is tough. For many who have a disability, they tend to hold their emotions inside. The emotions that develop tend to build up inside them until they are unable to deal with their emotions any longer. When you ignore your emotions and hold your emotions inside you set yourself up where you can easily fall into depression. This can happen when one focuses on the negative aspects of their disability and by pitying themselves.

Living with epilepsy can be difficult if you do not accept the disability into your life. When you accept epilepsy into your life, you must first realize that there is no such thing as a perfect person. We triumph each day of our life trying to master how to solve the daily troubles that come our way, and how to overcome the problems that have already occurred in our lives. You need to grasp the notion that no one on this earth is perfect and there is no need to feel a sense of embarrassment because you have epilepsy. If you look into any person’s closet, you will find plenty of secrets and imperfections. Overlooking your problems and not dealing with them is the easy way out, yet to face your epilepsy and the pain its caused is an accomplishment.

Accepting Our Epilepsy

Accepting our problems and dealing with them helps us grow mentally, physically and spiritually. One should not feel ashamed because they have a disability. When I opened up, telling people about my disability, I was shocked to find out how many people had some disability or knew someone who had epilepsy.

Education Is Key

People fear what they don’t know. Many individuals are uneducated about epilepsy and look at people who have epilepsy different. I believe God puts obstacles in our lives to strengthen us. When we are young, we have people in our lives that help to mold us. They help us develop the strength, wisdom, and knowledge we need to survive in this world. Yet if we become dependent on these people, we cannot survive and live the productive life that God has given us on this earth to enjoy. You must realize that everyone is on this earth here for a reason. We need to pass on what we have learned along to others.

I believe it is just selfish and pure laziness when we pity ourselves because we have epilepsy. You need to take your problems and learn how to cope with them so you can help other people. There is no reason why you should not live a happy and healthy life just because you have epilepsy.

The Key To Surviving Is Positivity

You need to accept your epilepsy into your life and look at it positively. To do this you need to open your heart and feel what your emotions are trying to tell you. Your heart will never lie to you because the heart only holds the truth. You need to develop courage so you can ask deal with the pain that lives in your heart. Usually, when we chose to hide things about ourselves, it is because we are embarrassed about whatever we are trying to hide. You should not be ashamed of having epilepsy. People with epilepsy are coming out into the open every day. They are learning to talk about the problems in their lives. At the same time, these people are educating society and healing the scars that lye in their heart.

Always remember…

We can’t change the past, so there is no point to dwell on what we can’t change.

We must positively focus on the present

Doing this, you will create a happy, healthy and productive life.

Society Is Getting Better, So Should You

The stigmatism still remains in our society, however, it is improving tremendously. As many organizations and corporations have approached me asking for help, asking “What can we do to help break the stigmatism of epilepsy in our society?”

Companies and organizations in the United States that have the power to initiate change are acknowledging the problem and the importance of solving it. They are asking advocates to help them solve it. We have more sponsoring support groups and research studies than ever before. People with epilepsy need to learn to accept what they have and learn to do something about it. Nothing is going to get better until you learn to help yourself and help others.

Bottom Line

Everyone with epilepsy suffers both emotionally and physically from the disorder. The emotional pain can destroy you if you let it. The only way to move on is to focus on your strengths and to look at life positively. I’m not giving up on you. You shouldn’t give up on yourself.

#epilepsy #epilepsyawareness #epilepsywarrior #Seizures #epilepsyfighter #epilepsysucks #Autism #CerebralPalsy #epilepsysupport #epilepsystrong #epilepsyadvocate #ChronicIllness #epileptic #Seizure #endepilepsy #SeizuresSuck #InvisibleIllness #epilepsylife #MentalHealth #repost #cureepilepsy #Anxiety #Disability #seizureawareness #Love #SeizureDisorder #epilepsyeducation #epilepsia #disabilityawareness #ADHD

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Part 2 - EPILEPSY NOT GOING TO STOP ME

As time passed, I was accepted to Stockton University, and with all odds against me, I was determined to succeed. I was put on this earth for a reason, and I was bound to succeed no matter how difficult the ride was going to be.

I remember like it was yesterday, I was in class, and an aura came, I had a seizure, and I woke up in a classroom in dead silence with all eyes focused on me. Even the guy I couldn’t stand had a face of remorse and sympathy. It was the worst feeling in the world. Then my professor, in a calm and friendly voice, asked me if I was OK, and I said, “yes” then my professor broke the ice by saying, “My roommate in college had epilepsy, and he did just fine.” No worries, class. I must have taken every class he taught because he made me feel safe in his classroom.

Eventually, I graduated and then landed a job with a big corporation. I worked there for a while until one day, I fell to the floor and had a seizure. One of the big corporate employees walked over to me and kept going. Thirty minutes later, his associate released me from my position.

Was I ever going to reach the level of success I had always dreamed of achieving? Every time I took two steps forward, I felt like my epilepsy knocked me back another three steps.

By then, I was getting ready to marry the longtime love that I met after high school. I got married and helped my in-laws with the business they were starting. During this time, after three years of writing, I finished the book I started in college, “Epilepsy You’re Not Alone.”

Letters from all over the US and Canada poured in, and people thanked me for writing this book. One person even told me that they were on the verge of suicide, but they saw my book at Barnes and Noble, and they read it, followed my advice and guidance, and they gained purpose back in their life and the will to live.

It was then that I realized how powerful words can be and how a simple book could dramatically change someone’s life.

Then, I decided I wanted to be a writer, advocate, and life coach. I wanted to help others like so many others had reached out to help me in my lowest and hardest times of life.

The Epilepsy Foundation invited me to Washington, DC, where I spoke in front of Congress about job discrimination. Afterward, I met Congressman Rush Holt, who shook my hand, congratulated me on my courage and perseverance, and shed a tear as he told me about heartwarming moments watching his sister grow up with epilepsy.

During my years of writing in the health field and over 15 years behind my belt, I began writing for a herbalist. I used many things I learned and applied them to my own life. Amazingly, my seizures decreased and eventually stopped, and fifteen years later, I was able to drive again.

I was intrigued by herbals, vitamins, food for medicine, and natural life (alternative medicine). I researched for over two years, collected valuable information, and completed my book, The Complete Herbal Guide: A Natural Approach to Healing the Body and Maintaining Optimal Health Using Herbal Supplements, Vitamins, Minerals, Fruits, Vegetables, and Alternative Medicine.

I started with a blog of 400, then created a website of 10,000 monthly visitors to a redesigned website that brings an insane amount of monthly visitors.

Some would be satisfied to accomplish what I’ve achieved with the struggles I have to face.

Yet I am still determined to reach higher levels of success. I want to speak in front of large groups about the importance of a healthy lifestyle. I want to teach others about the power of positive thinking and, most of all. I want to help others who struggle will an illness, disease, disorder, or disability. My mission is to make a difference. I want to help improve the lives of millions.

I realize no matter what age you are or what illness you are suffering from; you can transform your life and create the life you always wanted for yourself. A life filled with happiness, inner peace, good health, and positivity.

HOW I CHANGED MY LIFE

This started a 25-year journey where I discovered the twenty-one principles that pulled me out of rock bottom and back to my pathway of empowerment, which led me to love, inner peace, and happiness.

I realized I was not the only one experiencing a rock bottom moment. I wasn’t alone, and so I decided to share what I learned on my journey, trying to pull my life back together and find my purpose in my life.

I help as many struggling men and women trying to cope with the deck of cards life has given them and help them overcome their challenging obstacles to find their way back to a meaningful life.

#epilepsy #epilepsyawareness #epilepsywarrior #Seizures #epilepsyfighter #epilepsysucks #Autism #CerebralPalsy #epilepsysupport #epilepsystrong #epilepsyadvocate #ChronicIllness #epileptic #Seizure #endepilepsy #SeizuresSuck #InvisibleIllness #epilepsylife #MentalHealth #repost #cureepilepsy #Anxiety #Disability #seizureawareness #Love #SeizureDisorder #epilepsyeducation #epilepsia #disabilityawareness #ADHD

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