Well, almost no chance. I made it through all the academic hurdles and got interviews at three medical schools! For those not in the know, that's a big deal. I had my first two interviews at my two favourites two months ago and heard back. Both rejected me after interview.
I wanted them so badly and I really tried my best.
After my mother heard she packed her bags and left for three days. Not exactly the supportive thing to do, but hey at least she didn't yell at me this time. Sometimes it seems that no matter how hard I try I am always doomed to fail.
One more interview remains, this month, in just over two weeks. It's my least favourite, but if I get in I'll still go. The chance to do something really worthwhile is compelling. It would be a life I could be proud of.
In other news I got a job - kind of, its as a bank support worker. I'm not getting excited. I've had two bank jobs before this one, and ended up not being given a single shift for either. Next week I have a telephone interview for another job that I'm more excited about.
We also have a foster placement with us, but only a single. I act as carer to her along with my mother. She takes up a lot of time, but it has its rewarding moments. I'm not getting paid though, but at least I think my mother is a little less stressed with some money coming into the house.
Sunday 10 March 2013
Friday 15 February 2013
Unemployment
A recent study showed that 88 percent of people with aspergers syndrome were unemployed. Unfortunately I am one of those 88 percent.
I decided to make this blog to keep a record of my search for work - and hopefully my experiences of being employed while having aspergers syndrome. Currently I am 25 years old. As a child I was so independent that I was set on moving out into a house of my own at 16. Living at home was too stressful.
Of course this didn't happen, but after spending three years on my own getting a degree I failed to get a job despite applying before graduating. A blow, but not a huge one. It was a bad time to graduate in economic terms. I moved back home at 22, where I still am today.
I applied for countless jobs (I made it to 100 even before graduating, and then just stopped counting). The most I got was some interviews. After spending six months at home sure that soon I would get employment I had to give up my stubborn ways and go on job seekers allowance. Except for a brief six month contract (which was the only job I didn't interview for) I have been on job seekers ever since.
Some days I think that this will be it for life. I have no doubt that I can work, but I have major doubts over whether anyone will let me work. Yet, I don't qualify for disability either. It seems part of society thinks I can work, and the part that is dishing out jobs disagrees.
I am currently at 25 years old dependent on my mother for shelter and food. This is a stressful situation for both of us. Some days I even hate her a little for how she makes me feel, but I am stuck here, and she is stuck with me. I wish there were another option.
For now I'm off to fill out more application forms.
I decided to make this blog to keep a record of my search for work - and hopefully my experiences of being employed while having aspergers syndrome. Currently I am 25 years old. As a child I was so independent that I was set on moving out into a house of my own at 16. Living at home was too stressful.
Of course this didn't happen, but after spending three years on my own getting a degree I failed to get a job despite applying before graduating. A blow, but not a huge one. It was a bad time to graduate in economic terms. I moved back home at 22, where I still am today.
I applied for countless jobs (I made it to 100 even before graduating, and then just stopped counting). The most I got was some interviews. After spending six months at home sure that soon I would get employment I had to give up my stubborn ways and go on job seekers allowance. Except for a brief six month contract (which was the only job I didn't interview for) I have been on job seekers ever since.
Some days I think that this will be it for life. I have no doubt that I can work, but I have major doubts over whether anyone will let me work. Yet, I don't qualify for disability either. It seems part of society thinks I can work, and the part that is dishing out jobs disagrees.
I am currently at 25 years old dependent on my mother for shelter and food. This is a stressful situation for both of us. Some days I even hate her a little for how she makes me feel, but I am stuck here, and she is stuck with me. I wish there were another option.
For now I'm off to fill out more application forms.
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