Unfortunate News From Vocational Rehabilitation

Kind One's,

I have been provided information that leads me to believe that Vocational Rehabilitation, will not be assisting me with getting American Sign Language classes. The disappoint is heavy in my heart right now and I'm trying still to figure how it is that certain policy dictates that "because", this will not be a career, Voc. Rehab. will not being paying for American Sign Language class.

Folks, this was a very primary reason I began this process back last Fall. I've been shattered.

Something my counselor wanted to talk about when I telephoned her earlier, to keep her in the loop with my health and doctors, was a work plan. Wait. I'm not comprehending. I did share with her that I plan on being Deaf. This is unfortunate news from Vocational Rehabilitation.

Ms. K., my counselor from Voc. Rehab and Ms. S., from another vocational company on 21 March, will have their faces in my face and we will have good talks. We will go over number's - my dumb as a box-of-rocks numbers and discuss Work Plan's. Honey's wait...

...I'm just not too happy right now. I honestly think, believe and feel as if somewhere something was said by someone and some Folks, and now, I learn these may have been words spoken through the corner of one's mouth. What? No, please no. Not this same bull shit pattern that has followed me all of my whole God damned life. What? Really? Sir Dude?

Um, look. I have gone this far with very much gusto and motivation. I have moved and hustled to get where we are at with my Vocational Rehabilitation. I have participated from the day one and have participated in areas way outside of my comfort zones. All with a desire to have good things happen. This is not good thing at all. And there is an empty feeling in a physical way in my chest. For shit's sake, I have cried enough and these are not the tears of depression, these are tears of desperation. Well, I wonder, does it matter? My Dreams shattered. Word.