Sweetleaf wrote:
I've never heard of it, but sounds like something worth looking into. I am on SSI right now but am trying to figure out a way to transition at least into doing some work and just getting less SSI income or maybe totally get off the SSI as I am doing well enough I may be able to handle it now.
I recommend DVR (department of vocational rehabilitation services), every state has their own department. It is a long process though, just a heads up. It helped me quite a bit though.
Also I recommend utilizing your state's WorkSource/unemployment office. Washington WorkSource has a lot of really useful classes and resources like internships for displaced youth (18-24) and other resources for older people. There's also job fairs, people who will work directly with you, etc. And this is just in my dinky area.
I don't know how either service in your state compares. Obviously it varies from state to state and even area to area with states.
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