Waving Good-bye to the Waiver. So, we blew it. We finally had our…

LIFE ON THE INSIDE

So, we blew it. We finally had our intake evaluation meeting to get Mr. Lucky on the waiting list for the waiting list for a Medicaid waiver and — we blew it. Yes, we failed to get in line for the line.

It wasn’t my fault, or my son’s fault, or the fault of the two really nice women who conducted the intake meeting.

It was the test’s fault.

The test is racially, genderly, politically — quick, what’s another “ly”? — biased! It’s prejudiced! The system is rigged against white, autistic males who are very, very tall. And skinny! (Can’t forget skinny.) And funny. My Lord, how that test hates the funny!

I hope it’s clear that I’m kidding.

You have to pass (fail?) three out of eight sections and the sections have questions like — and I’m making this up now because who can recall the actual test questions? —

Can you blow your nose on your own?

Mr. Lucky: Yes, but I don’t because I like making my mother crazy.

Do you need help getting out of bed?

Mr. Lucky: Only when there’s a cat on my chest.

Do you use any sort of adaptive technology?