When I began this blog last August, I was worn out from months of searching for charitable organizations that might be willing or able to help me retrieve my liberty. There were none, and like most government programs even the private organizations often seemed set up to discourage people from asking for help.
The government had made it clear that they now considered me a ‘useless eater’ since I was no longer capable of productive work on an hourly schedule. This last is unfortunate but accurate. Apart from my lack of mobility, I’m subject to some truly nasty fatigue…I’ve described it as the energy level of an old cracked and corroded Delco battery…in winter…at midnight. This is not an exaggeration, and you can understand it a bit better if you read or watch Christine Miserandino’s ‘Spoon Theory’ that I wrote about some months back.
Perversely, at the same time I experience random bouts of insomnia that mean no matter how tired I might be, I can’t sleep. This makes my sleep schedule entirely random, so even if I were able to get around I’d be an unreliable employee, which would be horribly unfair to any prospective employer.
Over the last several months I’ve talked about how great it is to feel at least a little useful again, and for the first time I’ve begun considering the possibility of generating my own income again, but based on the value of my output, not centered on an hourly paradigm, but on how well my work in sum is received by readers.
That’s nice to think about, but the fact is it’ll take time for me to find a niche and earn an income that way, assuming those reading my work find it has inherent value at all. I spent my entire professional life driving airplanes around, not being some sort of business or entrepreneurial whiz.
It occurred to me that this fundraiser’s goal is well above a year’s disability income for me…and if the government got the idea that I’d discovered a new income source, rather than the one-time affair the Get Glenn Mobile! project is, that might jeopardize my disability income. If that were cut off today, I’d have no way to pay my mortgage, and my mom and I would be out in the street pretty fast.
The upshot is that I’ve sent a couple of notes to accountant friends of the family to see about setting up the structure of donations to assure there won’t be any problems. When I began I was desperate, frustrated and in no shape to tackle that kind of legal/paperwork chore. I’m still not, but I don’t think it’ll break my bank to pay for an accountant to restructure this to reflect the truth: that this is simply a one-time fundraiser to get my life back. It saddens me that I even have to consider that my own government might want to punish me for wanting to escape the box they abandoned me to, but in its current iteration I have to assume the worst.
A government like the one we live under kills and maims thousands of people overseas just to make their crony capitalist pals a few bucks, so I have no reason to expect anything less than the same merciless cruelty if I were to run afoul of them. Taking what proactive steps I can now will save a lot of grief in the long run, I bet!
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