Keep in mind I am LD with an IQ of 138...so to put it lightly I am competent.
I notice often someone whos LD has a high IQ. When I had my IQ test at like 12 my IQ was 148. It remained that way until my brain injury which dropped it to 109. At which point I lost most of my schooling, memories...etc I also gained the ability to not remember things easily. Which when people here I lost so much IQ they think/treat me like I am mentally incapable. I'm still me and 109 is still a great IQ.
However the worst comment to me was by my own family members (all of them). My grandmother found out I won my SSI case she said:
Grandmother: So your disabled?
(does cocky mumble). Are you still going to try and work? You really should!".
Me: I did have a few jobs before but they didn't last long. Even the SSI lawyer and judge agreed I may never be able to work since my health has gotten worse.
Grandmother: You couldn't flip burgers or something?
Me: No, it was already discussed!
Grandmother: Well I know so and so whos mental re-tarded son gets paid to fold boxes.
Me: What does that have to do with me and what I have?
Grandmother: Your don't have mental re-tardation and yet you can't work.
Me: What if I had no arms?
Grandmother: I seen stories of people with no arms who work too!
Me: (sighs) Everyone is different.
Fast forward a 2 years:
Grandmother:: Still no job yet?
Me: I do fix computers at home a bit, so its been good.
Grandmother: I mean a real job that you could survive from. One where you don't need to live at home.
Me: I live at home because my doctor things its best for now. And fixing computers is still a real job. It gives me something to do!
Grandmother: Are you sure you just aren't holding yourself back?
Me: Yes grandma, I am. I love not working! The daily comments of of being told I am lazy, useless, a burden, not lovable... I strive for those comments! It makes me so happy! I love not being able to fit in with anyone and then behind left behind. I love how family avoids me like the plague and doesn't accept me. Or how I sit home most days crying wishing I had a life.
(being sarcastic obviously)
Grandmother: (silence then starts talking to someone else)
I've gotten better at dealing with the comments now. But its hard knowing your own family treats you like junk, even when you have amazing things going on. I am marrying my fiance overseas in a month and have sold everything I can to get there and pay for the wedding. When I told my family I just got insults or no one 100% really caring. My grandmother simply said "Oh, are you sure you want to get married since...you know?". >.<
You'd think seeing a disable man get married to woman that loves him and looks past his disability would at least make them smile. I'm staying strong though. I made it without them or their money. I don't need them now and I won't need them later. God is my family!
Of course I told my parents my grandmother and other family members are no invited to the wedding here. My moms fine with it. My dad is not. He says its wrong as a christian to not invite them. I told him I don't hate them, but I love them from a distance. Theres a difference.