I totally didn’t actually give an update post of any kind after I said I would. Teehee, oops. :D

So for a while there all I cared about was not falling into a pit of depression over all the bullshit going on with my financial situation. I think I did rather well, actually. I never got to the point where I couldn’t get out of bed, and I even stayed mostly social (for me).

So Nygil and I ended up going to the ODSP office to see what could be done. We had determined I had become eligible for it because my sponsorship ended as of my 25th birthday. I was feeling pretty good about it, and I was all ready to defend my claim tooth and nail.

Well… it didn’t go as planned. The new worker they gave me said I’d have to start over. Cue freaking out. I didn’t have the up to six months to wait for my application to go through. She left the room and I cried my heart out onto the table while Nygil managed to stay calm enough to communicate. When she came back Nygil got her to clarify that I only had to restart the FINANCIAL part (which we’d never properly started anyway). Oh, I was not happy. Freaking bitch gave me a super hard anxiety attack for nothing. Fuck her.

So yea. We told her about my sponsorship being over, brought in my certificate of landing, yadda yadda. She said it wasn’t enough. She scheduled us an appointment to being in all of our paperwork and get things underway, but she said we HAD to find proper proof my sponsorship was over.

Well, I’d spent a good long time looking for this shitty piece of paper, so I gave the search over to Nygil. He tried so hard to find me something, but to no avail.

Then. THEN. Then my mom texts me. Something along the lines of ‘I just found a letter saying we didn’t qualify for sponsorship’.

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There is an amount of anger that cannot even being to enter the human body. I didn’t even GET mad, there was so much of it. I stopped what I was doing, looked up at Nygil, explained this to him, and just sat there staring at the wall for a good half an hour. Then we went for ice cream because I NEEDED FUCKING ICE CREAM, DAMMIT.

…as the anger cooled, it was eventually able to enter my consciousness, but a good deal of it is still beyond me. How do you hold in anger from like… 5 years ago? I could have been getting money for so so long now…

But anyway. I am glad things worked out as they did for many reasons, but still… *shakes head*

So yea. We take this newly surfaced document with us to our appointment. It proved our case, so technically it was all we needed, but the problem was this: my stepmom hd known the intake worker we had in the very beginning and had told her we had documentation for the sponsorship (yes, she caused this. I try and not think about it because I love her…). So the worker put in my file that I had these documents, even though she’d never seen them.

AAAAUUUGHHHHHHHHH.

Thank GOODNESS my worker turned out to be a reasonable lady in the end. She had to disregard the note about the paperwork as if it hadn’t happened, which as you might imagine is not something government agencies are supposed to do. >_>

Good times. In the end, here we are! I have ODSP, I won’t be losing my apartment, Nygil may be getting EI, and I have time and a safety net with which to work on my business plan. And the employment aspect of ODSP can help me with that as well. I’m excited. XD