Who do you know, with a degree, that works at a job 80 hours a week? You have a degree, if that degree is worth anything, you should be able to get a 40 -50 hour a week job that would more than support you. Maybe you didn’t choose well when you went to school.
My nephew’s girlfriend is getting a degree in French Lit and is worried that she won’t be able to find a job. No kidding, I would be worried too.
Maybe instead of planning on another 4 - 6 years of school, you devote your schooling on being self sufficient.
No one is saying disabled people shouldn’t get a degree. But it seems over the top to think that if you don’t have a PhD you are going to be stuck at the poverty level.
Maybe it is what you find degrading vs. what other people find degrading.
That’s not the point, though. If I’m working with my (currently largely untreated) disability, my 30 or 40 hour week is the equivalent, in energy, to your 80 hour week. If I have to go in on a specific set schedule, 8 hours a day for 5 or days a week, I have
nothing left after that in terms of energy. I can barely manage to cook food. If I have a bit of extra energy I might manage to do laundry. I use 80 hours a week as an analogy for what life as a disabled person can be like.
Same thing with the sorts of minimum wage jobs I’m being offered as a person with a disability. Once you add in medical bills (often not fully covered by insurance, even if you manage to get some), and all the other little expenses that disability can provide and you aren’t getting help with, you’ve quickly eaten through the paycheck you’ve gotten. Even with help I’ve had times when I’ve forgone medical care because I simply couldn’t afford it - sometimes even just the copay. Or gone without food because I couldn’t spare the effort to cook or go out and couldn’t afford to order delivery yet again. These are expenses that aren’t covered but nevertheless arise for people with a disability.
In my case, the disability probably isn’t permanent, if I could get proper care. What frustrates me is that the care I need is incompatible with holding down a job right now. But because I technically
can work if I don’t try any new meds and don’t spend any serious time getting help, I’m expected to no matter what the consequences for me. No matter even if it’s more likely to result, in the long term, in a permanent disability.
That’s what I consider degrading. That my right to medical care is allowed to depend on this sort of thing. Or that it’s considered acceptable to force me into a job that’s too high a stress level for my current condition, regardless of the fact that it’s making me slowly unable to care for myself. Or even that my right to have the time for
some life outside of work is in question, even at the basic level of being able to see friends once a month, or guarantee that I will usually be able to make Mass. These are basic. These are not things that I have guaranteed right now; they are all things that I have lost at different points in time due to disability.