To people that keep saying stupid things about welfare…

… welfare is where the government pays all your bills while you sit on your lazy ass and do nothing but eat food stamps.

… there is government assistance that is out there that people become dependent on and that the taxpayers slave away to pay

… or those who say that before you put people on government assistance; they should be subject to a drug test.

I used to be as ignorant as the next person when it came to knowing what kinds of government assistance there is. Then, I got laid off, became pregnant with twins and immigration refused to allow my husband to enter the country even for the severe emergency that became my birth experience.

I knew things would be rough, even with my husband present. But I knew I would at least survive, if he was with me. However, the chances of having him get a Visa were slim and I had to make alternative plans if he was denied. I drafted a plan and a budget for before and after the twins were born and I handed it out to family members at Thanksgiving and Christmas. It was met with kindness and some skepticism but largely, I don’t think anyone realized the true health risks I faced in birthing twins. My family only started to realize how serious things were, when I began to end up in the hospital repeatedly. Everything climaxed when I finally had an emergency C-section and had to stay in the hospital because those in charge of releasing me wouldn’t because they knew I would be going home as the sole care provider, and I was not well enough to do it. By then it was too late to move in with a brother or sister, as it would have required moving across the country.

Needless to say, if the sole care provider of preemie infants is still laid off and too ill to work or look for a job, there is no money coming into the household. Who is going to put a roof over their head? People helped here and there and gave baby gifts and that part was all good. I was tremendously grateful. But nobody was paying the mortgage or the utilities but myself. As things progressed and I began searching for jobs and applying, I saw the writing on the wall, when stumbled out the door to an interview and I nearly passed out. This was just the beginning of the day, not the end. How was I supposed to work to my fullest of potential and keep a job if I was exhausted at 10 am before I even got to the interview? Needless to say I didn’t get that job, nor the next and the next.

I had begun to research state assistance (welfare), while I was working, even before I gave birth. I researched it as a last ditch option and a worst case scenario. And for The Visa application for my husband, I spelled out how much it would cost the government to support me in my husband’s absence. It may be a shocker but the truth of the matter is that to go on the maximum benefit, government program, for my family of 3 it would cost the government a direct cash amount of $1,005/month. I am quoting DHS’s 2013 informational flier. Note that this number has increased ever so slightly from the 2011 number I was quoted before my babes were born.

A family of three — two children, one adult — with no other income receives $532 in cash and $473 in Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program support monthly. https://edocs.dhs.state.mn.us/lfserver/Public/DHS-4737-ENG

This might be another ingenious observation but there is no housing available for $532/month. Further, this is assuming you buy nothing else but housing with your cash grant. Diapers, clothes, shampoo and any other baby items as well as energy costs and car insurance all need to remain in that $532/month budget or things will start looking pretty dismal really fast. This is 100% of what a person is eligible for.

Wow. Thank you Uncle Sam and Obama!

Me an my po’ babies be gett’in sooo hungry with’ ot yo’ kandness. I be mighty ‘appy wit dis dime u gave me. Lemmie, go un buy me a drop a milk at de gas stashon. Mebee I kin sneak some papa’ towls out de ressroom to rap ma babies in from de co’d.

…oh, and by the way, the food assistance kicks in right away when you apply but the cash assistance begins 2 months after your income drops to $0/month. So, to clarify, you need to first live on $0 for 2 months then you will get help. 

Another ingenious observation here but if your income drops to $0 for two months, whether you rent living quarters or pay a mortgage, you quit paying for 2 months and you are evicted by the end of the 2nd or you have a foreclosure happening. And no you can't pay for the 2 months with your savings because the application for assistance, ensures that you "really need" assistance by disqualifying you for assistance if your savings exceeds $1000.

I wonder how many people, if forced to live within this budget, would call this kind of existence, “sitting on your ass and eating steaks bought by food stamps?” If you were so unlucky to have found yourself in the $0/month situation for 2 months, your ass would be sitting in a homeless shelter or the street. I don’t call that easy living. I don’t call that desirable living. I certainly wouldn’t begrudge someone for living off a “government handout” in this situation. How could anyone in their right mind become dependent upon this lifestyle?

There were a number of people that encouraged me to apply for government assistance during this time. The way in which they encouraged me to do so, seemed to indicate that they thought my basic needs would be easily met. When you do the numbers, it simply doesn’t balance out and it’s not because I can’t do the math while I’m on drugs. The only drugs I was taking were the Mg and the other pallette of drugs they had me hooked up to at the hospital.

It’s time people started to see the truth about welfare and government assistance. When I saw the borders of this picture being framed in front of my very eyes, I began to panic a little inside my head, as I felt my leaden limbs and looked at my teenie tiny twins cuddled closely to me in my twin bed. I saw images of me homeless, on the street with my babies in the middle of winter. I began to fear they be taken away from me. I considered giving them to foster care for a while but was afraid they wouldn't be returned to me.

How did somebody with such aspiration and promise and spirit end up like this?

I'd like to remind you, gentle reader, we are all only a couple mis-steps away from the same fate. Lets say an accident and a job loss happened to your family. This will immediately put you in the same situation I am describing above. I hope you don't become one of those lazy ass welfare recipients.