This is what the disability lawyer told me as I sat across from his desk, shuddering uncontrollably from the effort of sitting up for an hour.
What I should have said was, “Oh really? What exactly makes you think that? Tell me why, after 15 years of being ill and no available treatment for my disease, you believe I will magically just get better. What exactly do you think will change?“
That is what I should have said. But I didn’t. I stayed quiet. I did look disapprovingly at him – but that is the best I could do.