Wall Street Isn’t Taxed — But My Disabled Son Loses Services for Needing Support

When the richest 1% can profit from speculative trading while children with disabilities lose essential services, we need to ask ourselves: who is this system really working for?

There’s a certain silence that follows truth when it makes people uncomfortable.

Like the truth that Wall Street isn’t taxed. Not in the way everyday families are. Not in the way that single parents, professionals, or caregivers navigating disability and trauma are.

I was making nearly six figures. I paid $3,000 a month in rent. I had a career I built from the ground up, working in research administration at one of the most prestigious medical institutions in the world. And then domestic abuse shattered everything.

I left to protect my children and myself. I did the right thing — and I lost everything.

That’s how fragile “stability” really is in this country. You can follow every rule, build a good life, do everything you’re supposed to, and still end up in a system that treats you like a liability the moment you need help.

And if you have a child with a disability? You’ll be met with red tape, judgment, and silence.

I’ve had to fight for Medicaid, for special education, for the right to services my son is legally entitled to. Not because we’re poor. But because he has a disability. Because the safety nets we’re told exist — don’t.

At the same time, I watch Wall Street break records. I watch billionaires launch themselves into space. I watch tax loopholes widen while families like mine are buried under the weight of bureaucracy and burnout.

We are not broke. We are morally bankrupt.

We subsidize luxury and excess while slashing services for the people who need them most. We bail out industries, not humans. We reward wealth, not care.

And here’s the thing: everyone becomes disabled eventually. Everyone will need care. Everyone, at some point in their life, will rely on a system that is currently failing all of us.

So where’s the outrage?

Maybe it’s easier to go numb. Maybe the algorithm doesn’t reward discomfort. Maybe influencers with smoothie bowls and aesthetic routines are more palatable than moms talking about systemic reform.

But I’m not here to be palatable. I’m here to tell the truth.

If you’re still reading, maybe you’re tired too. Tired of pretending this is fine. Tired of watching people with power avoid accountability while we fight for survival.

Share this. Say something. We deserve more — and so do the children, families, and futures we’re fighting for.