That is what I actually did.
They froze my account. They cancelled my insurance. They told my friends I had cheated.
They did not cut the line to my mother. I did that myself, in 2018, over a kitchen table, because she was right and I could not stand it.
Everybody who has heard this story says the same thing. That I was so strong, doing it all on my own.
I was not strong. I was proud, and those are two different things, and the second one nearly cost me my son.
Because the whole of Tobiah’s application — the whole of it, page two, no support network — rested on one fact, and it was a fact I built myself.
If my mother had been in that delivery room, there was no application.
She would have been the support network. It would have been one sentence on a form and there would have been nothing for him to walk in with.
