NakedSenses -> RE: Financial Considerations in Choosing to Submit (11/16/2010 7:28:26 PM)
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"Yes, I do know very well what financial security is..... I worked to put myself through college and graduate school to earn financial security." - Aislyn And so did I. And after I became disabled by cardiovascular disease 10 years ago (at age 45), I used my Masters to get appointments as an adjunct faculty member at local universities. After several years of legal wrangling, I won my case against the SSA. Unfortunately, being forced to work while in fact disabled caused me to have a second heart attack, which damaged the right side of my heart (the first was "massive" and took out the left side of my heart). After 6 years I was no longer able to even teach one class per semester. My heart had become too weak for me to stand and talk, and make sense out of statistics to a class of freshman, for an hour non-stop. I took my college teaching very seriously, as my students' future sucess would be based in part on what they could learn from me, and the course was required to graduate. Now I subside on S.S.D.I. alone with Medicare. I point out very openly in my profiles on ALT and BDSM: "Yo! - I'm a financial loser, you may want to skip this one. No offense taken, and good luck to you!" I might as well have leprosy. I am self-supporting, if modestly so. Here on CM, my profile talks candidly about my plans and dreams for the future, as adapt is all I can do, and change is never ending. There are still some things that I can do well. But I know damn well that, as Cyndi Lauper expressed so well many years ago, "Money changes everything." This the sad truth that I have seen in the past decade. I live alone now, and not unhappily so. I'd still like to have a healthy and mutually beneficial relationship, rich in all the good things that money can't buy, but do I pin my hopes on it? Sorry, but no; I'm a realist. There is a chance, yes, but it's slim. The truth is hard, it's cold and hard; it's like a concrete sidewalk in November in Baltimore City where I lived for 44 years. But I have no complaints, as many are far worse off than I am. At least I can sit here and write this. It gives my life a modicum of meaning. And I might get lucky.
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