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I had my appointment with the DRO today for my disability...

All I have to say is that the people who conducted my initial review must have been completely blind, deaf and otherwise incapacitated. My review officer who looked through my files prior to my disability hearing said that the initial disability rating was based on some of the following information...Is there any dizziness...NO...Is the use of walking assistance used (a cane)...NO...Is there any numbness present...NO...Are there any vision problems...NO...is there evidence of any trauma to the brain...NO (Hello, 75% of my cerebellum is gone and there are 2 strokes in my brain stem).

So, I used the hour meeting with the Decision Review Officer to let him know that there are instances of numbness on my left side, weakness on my left side, a cane is necessary from time to time, I struggle with Aphasia from time to time. I felt it was a good meeting, but it necessitated admitting struggles that I usually keep to myself. Most people never know the times that I have troubles walking, talking, swallowing; these are events that I would rather keep to myself. Overall, I thought it was a great day; I will just have to wait for 60 days or so to know the results of the meeting.

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  1. jimnvtNovember 7, 2010 at 2:09 PM

    I'm like you.When issues happen to me i am reluctant to share them

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  2. ElleNovember 25, 2010 at 4:08 PM

    I do the same - it's so hard sometimes to actually admit to the problems that we're able to hide. I find I get even more depressed when I have to list/explain everything i.e. for the disability people.

    I will pray that the DRO come to the correct decision for you. I'm waiting for my own Tribunal Hearing to happen (UK) with no small amount of dread. Only good thing (I guess) is more wound up/stressed I get worse my symptoms are/more visible - especially aphasia.

    God bless!

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