A real catch-22. If you can complete it, rejected. If you don’t complete it, rejected.
… there’s forms you can fill out yourself? Late 20s, i was sent a 40 page workbook and told to give it to my parents. My parents were dead (and they would’ve never helped me anyway), so I was rejected before i’d even seen a doctor.
A nurse suggested getting an old teacher to fill it out. They’re all dead or retired. On the opposite side of the planet. And they speak a different language. And they wouldn’t recognise me or my name. Every single one of them would invariably describe me as violent and lazy, just like my parents did. but apparently i need a neurotypical to vouch for my disability in person, and this neurotypical has to be someone who had power over me as a child. Countless referrals from other psychologists do not count. Partners and friends I’ve known for decades also do not count, and they matter even less if they are also neurodivergent.
Hey Bob, another ADHD claim came in.
Bob: send them the extra long questionnaire, they’ll never finish!
I know Bob’s the go-to name but I’d much prefer if you didn’t use it for cunts.
Karen: Hey Bob! Why you always mad?
Bob: Because people with my name keep doing cunty things.
Karen: …
Intentionally tone deaf system strikes again.
Is the cheapest way of helping people!
“We tried”
