If Social Security Says You Are Disabled, Is That “The End”?

In most of the 1980’s, I was living in Washington, D.C., working in corporate America, waking up at 6 am, rushing with my coffee while I brushed my teeth and put on my pinstripe suit and yellow power tie, and drove to work, arriving before rush hour. Only to to experience panic and anxiety until daybreak.

After a major heart attack, a burst appendicitis, a dysfunctional vagus nerve (requiring an implant) and a myriad of other health problems, I was put on the corporate sidelines, and, doctors said I would not be working again. I was only forty years old.

Technically, I was disabled. I did not buy the term. I bought a cheap computer and learned all I could about the Internet. I learned how to be a cartoonist and writer. I learned how to outsource and license the manufacturing of my image products. I became an entrepreneur within a few years, yet big brother insisted I was too sick to work.

So I built the most popular offbeat cartoon site on the web and twelve licensed image specialty stores. Told social security. “Sorry you are disabled”.

I applied at several universities and was accepted into one of the best, and even received a scholarship. I completed 3 years but had to drop due to health reasons. It was not an easy college, a small (known to be difficult) private school. I made good grades. Still, I was disabled. I was beginning to realize what a person’s opinion, simply a label, can do to affect someone who is trying to get back into society by working hard.

Being disabled is not so bad. I work from home and I still have a social life, just not at my nine to five office. That’s okay. I save a lot on gas, and have my own Starbuck’s blend at home; so don’t have to drive there and pay inflated prices. I am a thousand times more productive being “disabled” than when I was a mover and shaker in corporate America. I bet others have experienced a similar feeling.

Which brings me to the whole issue of labeling. What is so productive about labeling? I have been ten times more productive as a “disabled person” than when I was “fully functional” (pushing and signing papers mostly), in corporate America. It is truly something to think about.