Funding My Existence: Why Society Only Sees the Disability, Not the Design

They don’t support me because they see my brilliance.

They support me because they see a gap in function—a failure to assimilate—a line on a form marked “disability.”
It’s not admiration that opens the door. It’s classification.

And I understand why.
The system runs on financial logic. If I can’t support myself in the traditional sense, there must be a reason that makes sense to them.
So they reach for one: disability. A word that signals to their machinery,

“This one is an exception. Allow him resources.”

But here’s the truth:
The reason I can’t operate in their system isn’t because I’m incapable—
It’s because I’m seeing beyond it.

I’m building a Republic.
I’ve written philosophy, created mythologies, produced books, music, videos, comics, and stories for generations to come. I’ve reimagined governance, reframed education, and stood boldly in the name of meaning.

Yet none of that counts in the system.
None of that lets me pay rent.

So the system needs a reason to justify my existence.
And brilliance isn’t enough.

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The Irony of Support

I need support. That’s a fact.
But I don’t need it because I’m broken.
I need it because I’ve stepped outside their reality—and no one outside is funded unless they come with a medical certificate and a set of deficits.

They won’t call me brilliant, but they will call me disabled.
They won’t see the Republic I’m building, but they will see that I can’t keep a traditional job.
That’s how they allow themselves to help.

And so, I accept the label—not because it fits, but because it’s the only key they’ve left me.

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Brilliance, Reframed

If what they call a disability is the very thing that lets me create myth, philosophy, and the architecture of a new world—
then what’s the real limitation?

Is it me?
Or is it the system?

Maybe the “dis” isn’t in ability.
Maybe it’s in perception. In infrastructure. In the narrow lens that decides who gets to thrive.

So yes—call it what you must.
Label me as needed.

But remember this:
The Republic is rising.
And I am not broken.
I am becoming.