A bitch is over-fucking-whelmed.
Normally I’d turn to a bitchfirmation, but my stress is too far-gone for that!
Mmmhmm, I need to vent.
Longtime readers know that a bitch’s older brother is autistic. My sister and I are co-guardians and, as such, we are charged with monitoring the folks who monitor his everything.
So, I spent the last several months trudging through the waist high mud that is the system. Funding and programs and spend downs and waivers and authorizations and blah followed by blah followed by the realization that a bitch should limit my exposure to the language of social services lest I overdose.
My brother’s Person Centered Plan was completed on time…gasp…and I was really hopeful that I had finally gotten a handle on what’s what regarding funding so we could see what we could do about saving some cash for the inevitable drama of life and maybe funding some extras that aren’t really extras but are viewed as extras by The Man.
Then news came that Governor Nixon was “revisiting” the Missouri state budget…followed by rumors over how much he was going to “slash” and from where….and ending in the announcement yesterday that Missouri is cutting more money from the already emaciated Department of Mental Health and tons of other emaciated social programs.
‘Tis likely that no new requests will get funding.
This bitch is surprised some of these departments can survive on less that 50 calories a day.
Shit, damnit…and fuck a motherfucking duck!
It’s not that I spent a lot of time on this shit that’s got me upset. I’m an activist involved in politics…I regularly spend lots of time on shit that goes nowhere.
It’s that now I know what my brother could have had…should have…and now I’ve got to get about the bitness of some out of the box thinking to try to make that shit possible another way.
And I’m tired…very, very tired.
If society is judged by how it treats its most vulnerable members…
…we should have been kicked off the island years ago.
***logs off to get busy solving problems***