I've been on ssdi since sci. As a disabled widow 50 or over, I'm entitled to exchange my ssdi for 71% of my husband's social security. I tried to make an appt, as this has to be discussed in person. I have to take in my marriage license, Steve's death certificate, my Soc Security card. No copies allowed, all originals required.
But wait! You can't really call for an appt-They don't list the SS office's ph no! You have to call the feds and they supposedly make the appt for you. But when I called, their "computer was down." They couldn't even get a number for me. I hung up, called back, got another lady, who gave me the supposed correct ph. number. It was correct-if I was a fax machine.
Finally I googled for an hr. and tracked down the right no.
Anyway, that lady that I reached got it in her head that I'm not 50 and I'm not disabled. She goes "I keep thinking you're in your 40's" I was thinking Ehh? You've put thought into my age, have you? (I also thought to myself "Just a little more thought would help yo to ascertain that my birthdate of April, 1960, does indeed establish an age of 50 years..." I didn't say that part out loud.) Anyway, it's not up for debate, because I turned 50 in April, sheeesh. That's not an opinion, that's a fact.
And she's oddly determined to evaluate me for ssi. I worked all my life, I'm on ssdi dammit! That was established 10 years ago! Now all you need to know is that I am A. Disabled. Widow. 50. Years. Old.
She kinda sniffed, said "How long were you married?" REALLY snarky tone of voice. I just growled at her. TWENTY FIVE YEARS. She cautioned me "You WILL have to bring in your marriage license, you know." I'm like Okayyyy. (And thinking WTF, lady, you really think I'm trying to scam you, huh?) Once again, the 25 year thing is not up for debate. That's how many years it is if you got married in May of 1985.
As far as i know, it wouldn't matter if we'd only been married a month or 2 anyway. I'd still be his widow and entitled to his SS, I assume?
Gawdamighty. This appointment is not shaping up well at all. She mailed me papers to fill out-for SSI!
I'm not trying to game the system, at all. I can't do my old job b/c of fingers. Can't work reliably b/c of Graves disease. That's why they call me disabled, dammit...
I'm just so pissed that she treated me like a faker that wants to go on welfare. She got it in her head that I'm a fake disabled welfare queen that is not really 50 and is trying to get Steve's social security after being married for a year or something.
I am sooooo not looking forward to this. To tell you the truth, I don't think I should have to put up w/ this kind of bs at this point in my life. Not trying to be a special snowflake here, but damn. My husband just died, I'm 50, I'm disabled. Don't gimme nunya shit!
But wait! You can't really call for an appt-They don't list the SS office's ph no! You have to call the feds and they supposedly make the appt for you. But when I called, their "computer was down." They couldn't even get a number for me. I hung up, called back, got another lady, who gave me the supposed correct ph. number. It was correct-if I was a fax machine.

Anyway, that lady that I reached got it in her head that I'm not 50 and I'm not disabled. She goes "I keep thinking you're in your 40's" I was thinking Ehh? You've put thought into my age, have you? (I also thought to myself "Just a little more thought would help yo to ascertain that my birthdate of April, 1960, does indeed establish an age of 50 years..." I didn't say that part out loud.) Anyway, it's not up for debate, because I turned 50 in April, sheeesh. That's not an opinion, that's a fact.
And she's oddly determined to evaluate me for ssi. I worked all my life, I'm on ssdi dammit! That was established 10 years ago! Now all you need to know is that I am A. Disabled. Widow. 50. Years. Old.
She kinda sniffed, said "How long were you married?" REALLY snarky tone of voice. I just growled at her. TWENTY FIVE YEARS. She cautioned me "You WILL have to bring in your marriage license, you know." I'm like Okayyyy. (And thinking WTF, lady, you really think I'm trying to scam you, huh?) Once again, the 25 year thing is not up for debate. That's how many years it is if you got married in May of 1985.
As far as i know, it wouldn't matter if we'd only been married a month or 2 anyway. I'd still be his widow and entitled to his SS, I assume?
Gawdamighty. This appointment is not shaping up well at all. She mailed me papers to fill out-for SSI!
I'm not trying to game the system, at all. I can't do my old job b/c of fingers. Can't work reliably b/c of Graves disease. That's why they call me disabled, dammit...
I'm just so pissed that she treated me like a faker that wants to go on welfare. She got it in her head that I'm a fake disabled welfare queen that is not really 50 and is trying to get Steve's social security after being married for a year or something.
I am sooooo not looking forward to this. To tell you the truth, I don't think I should have to put up w/ this kind of bs at this point in my life. Not trying to be a special snowflake here, but damn. My husband just died, I'm 50, I'm disabled. Don't gimme nunya shit!
Comment