Canada has a clause in its immigration policy which states:
An applicant may be refused on health grounds – if their condition:
1. is likely to be a danger to public health or public safety, or
2. might reasonably be expected to cause excessive demand on health or social services
If I ever wanted to become a Canadian citizen, I couldn't. My needs, you see, would put excessive demand (read: burden) on taxpayers. Who I am doesn't matter. Why I may need a new home doesn't matter. The bottom line is the dollar. How much I leech, suck up, steal from everyone else.
America doesn't (to my knowledge) have a clause like this to immigrate. But that doesn't mean those who need assistance aren't viewed as nothing. I have been told I should commit suicide to stop taking from others, never mind corporate subsidies often take more from a person's paycheck than what social programs do. I've been told I should have been euthanized when my disability was discovered.
Success is measured by money, thus, so is worth. I am an unbalanced ledger, splattered in red. I am the person requesting ramps beside the stairs. I am the one who smiles when strangers gawk, point, and spit at me.
I am a wife, daughter, sister, friend. I am a writer, certified genius, crafter, and lover of gel pens. I have worked online with newly-disabled veterans to help them transition. I live every day in pain that would incapacitate many people but still want to live to a hundred years of age. I'm an advocate for people of all differences.
I am not yet as successful as I want to be, or am going to be, but I have worth. And if you need green rectangles with dead presidents on them to see it, I'll draw you a damn picture.