I recently submitted a petition to become financially independent due to special circumstances from my mom at my university, I was denied. I have been going to a univeristy therapist all yr, I detailed my mom's filthy home, with roaches, 7 cats, ants, spiders, cat watse all on the floor..... I even gave VERY graphic pictures. I lived this way all my life, on top of the fact that my mom was very controlling and called me fat and constantly said we were so poor that she couldn't spend money on me. She took the cats to the vet more times than I went to the doctor. I told them in my letter about my daily life and how my blind grandpa also lived in this with me, my mom is a horrible person, but their reasons for not declaring me independent were that I did not work in high school, I could not finan. support myself, and that my home was never reported to the sanitation department when I lived there. I work 20hrs a week during school, I work 40 hrs a week during breaks, people don't go into other's business and I lived on a dead end street.... I'm at a loss for words that the government doesn't think that I went through enough.... anyone with similar stories PLEASE share. Sometimes I think that growing up dirty is something I should get over, but then why do I hurt so much?
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