Christ_empowered
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- Oct 23, 2010
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I don't want to live off disability and my parents forever. I'm 29. I made a lot of mistakes and committed a lot of sins from 17-19, and, had Jesus not intervened time and time again (and in a HUGE way after repentance), that would have been it for me.
My parents, mother in particular, didn't want to help me go back to school. They have resources (white collar, blah blah blah), they're just not inclined. Or they weren't. Somebody (not me) signed me up for the disability "ticket-to-work" program, which means I have to be in school or working, or no more disability.
I didn't sign up for the program, but I'm kind of glad somebody signed me up. I never would have been able to go back to school otherwise. Like I said, messed up from 17-19, and that...was...supposed to be...that. Done.
So, anyway, I just put in the first part of an application for an online undergrad in psychology. Please pray that this works out. I was out-of-commission for a good 10 years, so I have minimal work experience. If I want a job, I'll need a degree. In order to get a degree, I need some resources (because of financial aid and all, probably not too much $$$) from my parents. My parents aren't all that eager to help me do something productive. Part of it is my behavior, part of it is...honestly, I don't think they ever thought I *could* do anything productive in society. Not trying to sound like a whiney emo kid or whatever, but that's kind of the impression I've gotten over the years.
So please pray that this works out nicely for me. I have lots of Sociology credits from back in the day, so that's a plus. If I get the undergrad, I could actually have a JOB and be AUTONOMOUS (sorry for the caps, lol), which is what I need/want.
I'm so blessed. I mean, lots of "crazy" people end up homeless, in prison, jail, group homes...something about 21st century American society makes it darn near impossible to recover and become a productive member of society. My family, for all their flaws, are behind me. If they weren't, I'd be a statistic, and "mental health professionals" would blame it on "poor life choices" and/or "mental illness." Good stuff, huh?
My parents, mother in particular, didn't want to help me go back to school. They have resources (white collar, blah blah blah), they're just not inclined. Or they weren't. Somebody (not me) signed me up for the disability "ticket-to-work" program, which means I have to be in school or working, or no more disability.
I didn't sign up for the program, but I'm kind of glad somebody signed me up. I never would have been able to go back to school otherwise. Like I said, messed up from 17-19, and that...was...supposed to be...that. Done.
So, anyway, I just put in the first part of an application for an online undergrad in psychology. Please pray that this works out. I was out-of-commission for a good 10 years, so I have minimal work experience. If I want a job, I'll need a degree. In order to get a degree, I need some resources (because of financial aid and all, probably not too much $$$) from my parents. My parents aren't all that eager to help me do something productive. Part of it is my behavior, part of it is...honestly, I don't think they ever thought I *could* do anything productive in society. Not trying to sound like a whiney emo kid or whatever, but that's kind of the impression I've gotten over the years.
So please pray that this works out nicely for me. I have lots of Sociology credits from back in the day, so that's a plus. If I get the undergrad, I could actually have a JOB and be AUTONOMOUS (sorry for the caps, lol), which is what I need/want.
I'm so blessed. I mean, lots of "crazy" people end up homeless, in prison, jail, group homes...something about 21st century American society makes it darn near impossible to recover and become a productive member of society. My family, for all their flaws, are behind me. If they weren't, I'd be a statistic, and "mental health professionals" would blame it on "poor life choices" and/or "mental illness." Good stuff, huh?