Thread by @CynthiaMN5

1/? As I am beginning to pack my motel room to move to Madison, the grief and struggle of the last 8 yrs overwhelms me.

2/? I think about the doctor that I trusted who precscibed Ability, the worst possible drug given what I had told him about my concerns about Fatigue and the price of Provigil.

3/? I think about the doctors I saw in 2014 ( two gynecologists - one of whom was at the U of Minn Women's Health Center). I think about how I told them I couldn't work, and how they ignored me.

4/? I think about the very nice young woman with a PhD in Pharmacy from the U of Minn, and how she checked all the interactions between my medications and supplements, and didn't find the interaction between Effexor and Abilify. That was 2014.

I think about how in 2015 I applied to Voc Rehab through the State of Minnesota, and was told I qualified as disabled, but not disabled enough, and was put on a waiting list.

6/? I think about how my sister helped me file an application for Social Security Disability - which we had to do at a Fed Ex store because for some reason I couldn't access the application in my apartment. That was 2015.

7/ That first disability application was denied. I think about how if it had been approved in 2015, I would be getting $300 more a month in Social Security Disability because I would have qualified for work based disability based on previous quarters of employment.

8/? I think about how in 2015, my sister and I mapped out a plan I action to get me help. It was very comprehensive. But only two things on that list happened.

9/ I did get a tablet so that I could log into Facebook and other social media more easily, to keep me from being too isolated. And I did finally in 2018 successfully apply for disability, but for $300 less a month than if I had been successful on my first application.

10/ I think about the things on our 2015 plan that didn't happen - I didn't get an in-home cleaner once a week and I did not get a county disability aide to come in 2 or 3 times a week to help with cooking and daily errands.

11/? I think about the number of phone calls I made between 2016 and 2018 to cleaners, in-home aides, doctors, therapists. Most were busy. Some canceled. I kept notes, and I can request my call record from ATT. I can match the calls I made to my notes and the responses I got.

12/ I think about the nightmare that is First Fiduciary corporation. I still haven't decided if they are a real company.

13/? I think about the many insulting things people said to on the phone, via email, and in person. I think about the last four or five years of constant criticism and confusing and conflicting paper mail, email, texts and conversations.

14/ I think about the hours I waited in the cold while in pain to get a taxi to the pharmacy or to the bank to get a cashier's check to pay the rent.

15/? I think about the fake parking tickets that someone with access to city files put on my car and mailed to me. I think about how my car was essentially stolen by someone with access to the City Impound lot.

16/ I think about the fact that Andrea Jenkins was not at her office hours at the Sabathini Center when I went to get advice about the ticket, and everyone there pretended to not know anything.

17/ I think about how my brothers refused to pay the fee necessary to get my car from the impound lot and keep my car from being stolen.

18/ The car was stolen by the city of Minneapolis in May of 2019. I didn't have money of my own because my disability application was in appeal.

19/ On that day in May or June of 2019, I did everything I could, to call, figure out what I needed to do, went to the impound lot and signed a form to hold the car for a week. Then I went home and collapsed.

20/ When I didn't go down to City Hall and argue with Traffic Court or demand to see Andrea Jenkins, you finally, finally decided that maybe I was telling the truth about being disabled.

21/ About a week after many people saw me spend from 8:00 in the morning to 7 in the evening doing everything I could to keep the car from being stolen by the city, I got a letter declaring me officially disabled.

22/ Someone backdated the decision to 2018, but when I didn't angrily go to City Hall and just slept for a week, some amount of intelligence sparked in your tiny thick brains.

23/ Of course, that did not keep you from messing around with the numbers for my backpayment and stealing my disability checks.

24/ I think about 8 years of indifference, of attacks, of lies, of forged USPS mail, forged email, insults and criticisms on the phone, via email and in person.

Send please.

25/? I think about I tweeted about the things that were happening as they were happening, and nothing changed.

26/ Sometimes I sent myself so-called private DMs as record for myself of what was happening and to vent my feelings.

27/ Sometimes I tweeted in my so-called private account "lattesdotter".

28/ But nothing changed. I never met any compassionate or decent people. Instead I met the worst of the worst. They may have been Minnesotan. They were most likely American.

29/ I would say that Minnesota has some problems, and the United States has some problems.

30/ But I'm still alive. I still like myself and believe in myself. I learned how to use Twitter and Instagram, although, in the end, were they worth the time and effort? Facebook is not the only app with problems.

31/ I am very happy to moving away from Minnesota. But I am also sad because I suspect there are some wonderful Minnesotans I never got to meet. Some of you seem like good people. Ask your state and the US government about security on computers, websites and phones. Be careful.

@threadreaderapp Could you please unroll when you have the time. Namaste.