I am disabled. I am embarrassed to say so, but I think it’s time to fess up. I taught for 14 years, and I was good. The kids loved me and the feeling was mutual. I gave my all to those kids. I taught both English and Spanish, and taught college classes as well. I was about to reach my professor title when I crashed.
I crashed and stopped sleeping. I developed a nervous condition whereby I couldn’t function any longer. I pushed myself to be the best. I paid the price.
In 2005, I stopped sleeping. I mean not for a day here and there but for days on end. I was on sleeping pills and tranquilizers. Nothing worked. Finally, my doctor, who had upped my doses, told me I was finished.
I was one week into the school year, and he told me I had to go on disability. I couldn’t believe it. I called the school and told them. They were very nice, but did not replace me. Instead, they just cut costs and my old job.
I worked part time for awhile at the college, but the condition worsened. I couldn’t sleep. One day, I was driving home and blacked out. I was riding next to a semi and couldn’t focus. I knew I was done.
It was like a death. Much to my surprise, Social Security agreed. Even my therapist who I started to see was surprised, but I got Social Security. I thought it would be temporary, but every time I have to go somewhere, I don’t sleep. I now take some heavy medication that even if I wanted to work, I couldn’t.
I just loved teaching. I don’t know what happened, but I do know it is a serious condition that does not go away because you wish it would. There that’s my story. I feel better. NOT! I just wanted my friends to know. So now I write on Gather, Superpoints, do Swagbucks to try to make ends meet.