You know me; I have so much trouble "understanding" and "communicating."
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Those are pictures of some of the pages of the report written for Mass Rehab in 2016 about my work capabilities.
This is the page where I wrote about that at my last blog:
There was literally nothing about my interaction with the agency that gave that report to Mass Rehab that caused the agency to think I needed a personal supervisor at work other than my honesty about the Internet search results for "Lena Kochman" and my honesty about being harassed at school.
I never said that I need "a boss who will understand (my) disability." What I said was that I needed an advocate who would prevent my being harassed at work.
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That 1370 I had for my SATs in high school (750 Verbal, 620 Math) didn't help me to "understand" or "communicate" with most hospital staff, therapists or psychiatrists during my subsequent years of psychiatric hospitalizations, counseling and medication either, starting in 1992, the year after I graduated.
People who, unlike me, have never felt successful in their lives might even think things such as "If people treat me as if I'm stupid no matter what I do, then why should I work at anything." At least I had until I was almost 18 to think I wasn't stupid.
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