Living at the poverty level sucks. Since I quit my job in 2008 I’ve been homeless; I now have an apartment with my brother thanks to a small living stipend through AmeriCorps and financial aid loans for graduate school.
Last week I had two interviews: one offered me the job immediately. A high-risk security background check is required for the position. Thus begins a long process of paperwork, fingerprinting, and contacting old friends and acquaintances. I guess it figures that I would encounter such a situation: stable until all of this and I am paranoid they’ll find me incapable of performing the duties of the job.
I asked my therapist how he would answer the three questions, should they locate him. He said he didn’t know if I could exercise good judgment and yet he will not say I am disabled either.