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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 Not even a well-oiled one—just an outdated one, built for complexity, not care.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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Ableist Co-Workers

I have been feeling really under appreciated at work lately but also on the defensive. Due to my lupus I have an arrangement with my boss that allows me telework after working outdoor events or if I’m having a flare. Well that’s been happening a lot lately but I try to go in the office at least once a week. Anyways to get to the point of my story, when I’m on the office I get comments like “Oh you’re here, I wasn’t sure you still worked here” or snidely “Where have you been?”. It’s so hard to not get snarky because when I’m not at work I’m either in bed or at a doctors appointment or in the hospital. That’s it! I have to use all my PTO for my illness. I don’t get to take a week off for a vacation nor could I afford one since being sick is so expensive in the U.S.

Has anyone else experienced similar social situations?

#ChronicFatigue #ChronicPain #Lupus #AutoimmuneDisease #Ableism #InvisibleIllness #InvisibleDisability #SayTheWord

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I know people of The Mighty get it!

In a world where isolation weighs heavy, The Mighty is a community where understanding souls gather to support one another. Hi there👋🏻 - I’m Sally. I joined The Mighty because I’m just so exhausted. Exhausted by progressing illness, extreme pain, overwhelming fatigue, and trying to maintain a full life around it all! I know people here get it. Recently, I've been fighting for insurance reform and advocating for patients to receive the care they need and deserve. I do everything with my sidekick - Jon Snow, my fabulous service dog. It’s nice to meet you!

#MightyTogether #patientsoverprofit #InvisibleDisability

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I'm new here!

Hi, my name is lemonskinn. I'm here because I’ve just gotten another diagnosis. My doctor can’t help me, he said it’s just inflammation and chronic pain. The same type of things you’re already dealing with. So I wanted to find a community, that will help me feel not so crazy, when I’m outta my mind with pain.

#MightyTogether #Anxiety #Depression #Migraine #PTSD #MultipleSclerosis #AnkylosingSpondylitis #EhlersDanlosSyndrome #Fibromyalgia #Insomnia #ChronicPain #ChronicIllness #InvisibleDisability

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I'm new here!

Hi, my name is artsydragon. I'm here because I struggle with chronic pain in my joints and digestive issues. Neither have been formerly diagnosed but I am waiting to be seen by specialists and have been told it is likely I have a form of arthritis and possibly IBD.
During this waiting period of the unknown, everything feels really scary. I don't know what my future will look like and it feels like I am constantly fighting an invisible battle. I have come here to meet others to feel less alone in this journey, and to discover advice and tips that could help me.

#MightyTogether #Arthritis #InvisibleDisability #Anxiety #Depression #ADHD #InflammatoryBowelDiseaseIBD

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Just mad at casual ableism

So I never ever even talk about my disability or illness anymore because I know people who absolutely don't have any experience in disability will try to argue with me on my own life experiences that they have literally no experience in at all and it will make me upset so I just don't talk about it anymore except for talking about it online under disability related accounts but this time when I was commenting I forgot that this tiktoker's audience is mostly able bodied people even if she does make disability related content. I wrote something and one of her fan's got really mad at me and starting attacking me and literally acting like as if they know more about disability something they literally know nothing about more than a disabled person myself and they literally started attacking my disability and saying I'm insecure because of it and this and that and I'm just really upset and mad right now that someone with the privilege of health thinks they know more about something I have suffered because of for my entire life more than I do. I know I seriously need to just stop and just chill but I'm mad and I don't know how.
#Disability #ChronicIllness #InvisibleDisability #ChronicPain #Fibromyalgia

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Pain explaination? #ChronicIllnessEDS #Anxiety #InvisibleDisability

How do you explain pain ? I'm doing pt for my Si joints for a twisted and tilted pelvis and knees and everytime the therapist asks how I'm doing? I say okay more or less sore than last time. I'm not sure how to explain my pain . I've apparently been doing this all my life and in the last year discovered is not normal to feel like this. I am I downplaying how I feel and hurting myself.

She said something the other day about doing pretty good because Occipital pain she heard is supposed to be debilitating, It is and some days I dont function well but I can't just give up and suffer. I have to go to work and deal with the public. But as usual my brain is over thinking everything. I don't want to seem over dramatic because I look normal. I hide it pretty well. #hypermobileehlers-DanlosSyndrome(hEDS) #Anxiety #EhlersDanlosSyndrome

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