I, too grew up in an era of flush complacency. I was taught to work, but promised that if something went wrong, the government-sponsored safety-nets provided by society would be there to help me out. Life was good. I built a thriving business where I was recognized as a national leader in my field and my future looked very rosy at age 26.
Then life happened. A freak accident made me unable to work for several months and my business collapsed around my ears. A six-figure income disappeared and I was left to pick up the pieces. I was forced financially to take a dead-end job with no real opportunity to advance to something where I could achieve success as I wanted it, and I was still too sick and broken to have the fight available that had led to my earlier success. I believed I had no options for the life I wanted. I became depressed, anxious, and debilitated enough I was unable to work.
Upon recommendation of my physicians and my employer, I applied for and started receiving disability benefits as a “short term” solution, but was counseled by my caregivers that I was severely and permanently disabled and needed to “learn to accept my current life” because I would never recover. I accepted their “sage” advice—after all they were the “experts”, and they promised I would be taken care of.
The problem was, “being taken care of” had a steep price.