Nothing out of nothing

So that was pretty underwhelming. A morning chock full of angst and all it ended up being was me turning in my latest bank statements. That’s IT. I had to refill out the entire application for assistance and wait for ages for my number to be called, but what was supposed to be a “meeting with caseworker” was really just a “drop off forms”. And part of me is not surprised as this agency has a history of sending out letters that have nothing to do with what you need to know or do.

I never even met my caseworker. All of that stupid, stupid anxiety over being judged by a man feels pretty foolish now. Except it did yield for some pretty awesome and helpful comments from you guys. This one from Clara being something that I am totally going to print out and carry around with me:

Maybe it’ll help to think that W will grow up to be a man one day (like 99% of boys) and he’ll be a wonderful and compassionate man because you raised him that way.  Just as that is possible, and very likely, it is also very possible that the man who you will meet today was raised by fabulous and wonderful parent/s and is as caring and compassionate as your W will be.

So I guess now I just wait for a letter to arrive in the mail that either says my coverage and assistance is continuing or ending. With my circumstances not changed at all I am going to try and relax and hope that all of the efforts I put into getting us some help will not fade away.