I give up.

Just fuck it all to Hell and back.

What do you do when you’re trying everything to get shit rolling downhill, and there’s always an obstacle? Most days, I pound right through that motherfucker. Most days, I make at least an inch of progress. Today, I’m running like Forrest Gump.

I wake up to a mom telling me that her child is being murdered by the Ohio Department of Jobs and Family Services (JFS), and while I’ve invoked the ADA, gained an authorization for release of information, and been appointed as “representative” for her administrative case with JFS, they are stonewalling the hell out of this mom.

Suffice it to say that for me to enter a courtroom in a position other than as ADA Advocate, I would at least need a Power of Attorney. So, I asked for one last week - from an attorney - who graciously offered one for this scenario, and even though I was sent a file, it wasn’t in a file format that Word or Pages would open, so I wrote back and asked for an accessible version, and crickets started chirping.

It’s like watching a train wreck in slow motion. Communication is a disability for me, and I have to say, it’s a disability for a LOT of fucking people who won’t admit that they have a communication disability.

So, today, I give up.