I guess not really, but I also don't really care about terms like that unless they get me money. Otherwise I'm just me, I don't really care for labels that much.. Other people can define me however they see fit.

So, what would be my potential "disabilities"? Eating disorder and unknown throat allergies (EoE) that make it very difficult to eat food. Severe chronic depression that I still fight against that makes it hard to do anything and constant anhedonia that comes with it. Severe anxiety that's controlled by my medication at the moment, but would give me panic attacks and constant chest pains. I was prescribed diapers because of my anxiety and coping with past traumas and frequent strange bleeding issues from my messed up insides, but honestly, I don't really need them at this point I feel, I just keep them out of a sense of comfort, which makes me feel like a burden on the system and taking them away from someone more deserving (plus, the ones I'm prescribed are very unreliable, so it's hard to depend on them confidently anyway).

My feet are weird probably from past injuries, but I can walk. I'm physically very weak, but I can stand and carry everyday things. I struggle with socializing, but I've managed to stop having panic attacks from being in public thanks to exposure therapy and developed pretty decent masking skills and can repeat common phrases that don't require any thought. I probably have what was Asperger's or high functioning autism or whatever and the high sensitivity to light, taste, and sounds that comes with it, but I've learned to block those out where I can.

Can I probably get financial assistance? Possibly. Do I have any idea where to start or the resources to do it on my own? Not really. Am I able to work? Currently I'm maintaining a job as long as I suppress the nonstop internal screaming, so I suppose yes, which probably disqualifies me from anything.

Currently, I live in a subsidized apartment and collect food stamps and Medicaid at least. I still have no idea how the apartment works- My mother wrote me in as her caretaker on her application here without me knowing while I was apartment hunting on my own, so I ended up living here taking care of her until she passed. Then they told me I can stay in a one bedroom apartment without giving me much reason, so I have no idea.