this I face too. People think I am an artist, I must be rich. Hah! We live on fixed incomes and are happy for the $15 a month food stamps. We are also getting some meals delivered from our Office for the Aging.
And I just learned I must pay huge amounts up front for pain treatment. I am always anxious. We have food, thanks.
I’ve had a poem in my head around this subject for a good week-ish now. It all happened after I stopped into Local First Grocer, a local food co-op that only sources local food. I asked if they take EBT, which I have been on up until the end of this month. They said, “not yet.” I knew the cashier and I mentioned something about going off of food stamps soon, and that it was kind of embarrassing.
“No, it isn’t.”
You see I’ve bought into the American philosophy, namely this: If I am on food stamps, I am abusing the system, I should have done better, and I should work harder to get myself out of the mess I put myself in.
Nevermind that I am a poor college student who just graduated with $40,000 in student loans. Nope. Nevermind that.
I was still just a broke…
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