Today, I did something that no parent ever wants to do. Today, I applied for the Disability Tax Credit for The Conductor.
I have had several people over this journey tell me that I should apply. That there are funds out there to help alleviate the financial stress of our day-to-day living. And every time someone suggests it, I smile and nod. I thank them for their suggestion. And in my mind, I shrug it off. Because, first of all, we don’t have a disabled child. Secondly, our income is likely too high. Thirdly, we don’t have a diagnosis. So, really, with three strikes against us, why take the time to apply?!?!?
It takes me awhile to process things. I also don’t like to be told what to do! 😉 But that’s something that I’ve had to get over since my boy came along.
So, today, I finally bit the bullet. Dr. C completed the paperwork and I did my piece and before I could second guess it, I shoved that puppy in the mail. We may not get approved. But we might. So, we will try.
In the meantime, I will mourn. I will mourn the fact that my child could even be remotely considered “disabled”. And I will shake my fist at one of the many labels that I despise.