Tuesday, October 22, 2013
The best way to NOT give someone SSDI is to pick a doctor to speak against the claimant at the hearing who can't even pronounce the conditions, let alone know how they're diagnosed. That way they can say they don't believe you have the conditions and are fully able to work. Then, to really stick it home, have the judge say that since my reports of conditions are unfounded, that they must request that my primary doctor (who is about to go on maternity leave) needs to write up an explanation about why she thinks I have these conditions and am unable to work (doesn't matter that she can't diagnose these conditions and that's why I have so many specialists!). If she can't/won't then they will pay another doctor to look at me and say whether I have the conditions or not. And why would a doctor being paid for by SSDI say that I have conditions that they probably have never heard of? After all, they get paid no matter what they say, so why should they do any research or learn anything when they can just say "Nope!" Oh yeah, and apparently everyone is claiming I have a somatic disorder and am making all of this up, so they're under the impression that I should just be highly medicated with psychopharmacology (no matter how suicidal those meds make me) to shut me up so I can go back to work. Doesn't matter what my body does, because it's all in my head. Yes, because clearly joint dislocations and subluxations are caused by being depressed.
And it's even more helpful when your freaking lawyer does not speak a word in your defense! He never said anything for me! He never asked a question, never pointed out any flaws in their case, and he barely even looked at me or spoke to me!
Please remind me again why the freak I keep fighting and pushing myself? Why do I give a crap? Why in the hell should I even try when clearly the medical community and the legal community are both under the belief that NOTHING I SAY IS TRUE AND I'M JUST A LAZY JERK WHO IS MAKING STUFF UP FOR ATTENTION?!?! I was born and bred to suffer so how dare I ever believe that I'll get anything but? Heck, on the way to the hearing the sky was red - I even commented how I hoped that it wasn't a bad sign for me. Clearly I was wrong.