{"id":7661,"date":"2024-05-15T13:30:32","date_gmt":"2024-05-15T17:30:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.silvercentury.org\/?p=7661"},"modified":"2024-05-15T13:30:58","modified_gmt":"2024-05-15T17:30:58","slug":"the-pooled-income-trust","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/2024\/05\/the-pooled-income-trust\/","title":{"rendered":"The Pooled Income Trust\u00a0"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">By the time my parents were in their mid-80s, they had gone through their savings and were living off Social Security. My mom received around $1,700 per month and my dad, who often worked as an independent contractor, received around $1,300. Combined, they could get by, thanks to a rent-stabilized apartment and small appetites.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But when my dad passed away, his Social Security disappeared, and my mom now had around $1,700 to live on. Even though her food costs went down minimally, her rent, phone, cable and insurance costs didn\u2019t, and I had to start quietly subsidizing her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When it became clear that she would need extra help at age 95, after her second broken hip and even with me living at home as her primary caregiver, Medicaid was the only option that met her financial constraints\u2014or so we thought. <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But while she was rehabbing from hip-replacement surgery, I started making phone calls and quickly learned she didn\u2019t qualify for Medicaid. The cutoff at the time was $1,200 per month.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I told this to the social worker who came to visit my mom in rehab, and she explained about the pooled income trust (aka a supplemental needs trust). Essentially, it works like this: you designate an approved nonprofit to pay a certain amount of your permitted bills each month. Then you send that organization a check with a little extra for their efforts. They pay your bills, and you get to deduct the money you send them from your earnings.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">And this is legal?<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It is. <a href=\"https:\/\/www.nysarctrustservices.org\/nysarc-trusts\/pooled-trusts\/\">Pooled income trusts<\/a> exist in every state as a way to help older people and those with disabilities receive government assistance by spending down their income that\u2019s over the Medicaid threshold. Sending the pooled income trust enough money each month to pay Mom\u2019s rent brought her considerably below the $1,200 Medicaid threshold.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">(It\u2019s important to note that when the person using the trust dies, their leftover money goes to the trust or the state. And the trust is irrevocable. That wasn\u2019t an issue for my mother because she was out of savings. For people with more money\u2014and heirs to inherit it\u2014this stipulation is worth considering.)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Once Medicaid-eligible, the next step was to sign up with a Medicaid-approved home health aide agency, and if you\u2019ve seen those Care.com commercials with friendly, smiling helpers who look like suburban soccer moms, it\u2019s not like that. In New York City, home health aides get very little formal training\u2014they\u2019re technically not supposed to do anything even remotely medical, such as re-bandage a wound\u2014and they get paid very little money. They\u2019re basically there to make sure the client doesn\u2019t fall, starve or escape and is relatively clean. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">If an aide gets a client who has dementia, is belligerent or incontinent, it can be a tough job in which the aide might make less than a fast food worker and be cursed out half of the day. That so many of the mostly women who do it are pleasant is sort of a miracle.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In New York City, the majority of home health aides are West African or Hispanic. Some aides are chatty and watch really bad daytime TV shows\u2014my mom didn\u2019t mind <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Family Feud<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> but was not a fan of <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">My 600-Pound Life<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">. (As someone who grew up during the Depression, happily worked into her 70s and weighed about 100 pounds, she just couldn\u2019t understand how anyone could let themselves get to be so big. She\u2019d yell at the TV, \u201cGet out of bed, and stop eating donuts!\u201d)<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">We also learned that few health aides lived in our neighborhood, almost none had cars, and they weren\u2019t reimbursed for their commuting fares or time. Many had 90-minute bus and subway trips even though they were less than 10 miles away. Additionally, Mom\u2019s five-hour shift\u2014all she was approved for at the beginning\u2014was not popular. No one wants to travel three hours to get paid for five. Aides want a full 8-hour or 10-hour shift.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Over the first year, we went through maybe 40 aides (and that was after I only got my mom to agree to an aide by telling her it was to help ME, not HER). Some my mom sent home, but many\u2014frequently the best ones\u2014quit as soon as they got more convenient placements with more hours. The first aide who arrived was over six feet tall and dressed all in black. Mom was maybe four foot eight in heels (and she no longer wore heels) and was not a fan of the woman\u2019s grim reaper attire.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSend her home,\u201d she said, before the woman got two steps into the apartment. I refused. And so there was a standoff for a few hours where my mom and the aide, who was very nice and very understanding of the situation, sat in different rooms and basically ignored each other. Mom used stubbornness as a fuel, and she was not going to willingly let strange women enter her apartment each day without a little pushback.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But in the end, it didn\u2019t matter. That first aide had decided she wasn\u2019t coming back before she even arrived. Nearly two hours on subways and buses from Brooklyn to the Bronx was not worth it.<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">We were only getting started.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>By the time my parents were in their mid-80s, they had gone through their savings and were living off Social Security. My mom received around $1,700 per month and my dad, who often worked as an independent contractor, received around<span class=\"ellipsis\">&hellip;<\/span><\/p>\n<div class=\"read-more\"><a href=\"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/2024\/05\/the-pooled-income-trust\/\">Read more <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">The Pooled Income Trust\u00a0<\/span><span class=\"meta-nav\"> &#8250;<\/span><\/a><\/div>\n<p><!-- end of .read-more --><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":69,"featured_media":7662,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"_FSMCFIC_featured_image_caption":"","_FSMCFIC_featured_image_nocaption":"","_FSMCFIC_featured_image_hide":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[79,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7661","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-blog","category-voices-views"],"cc_featured_image_caption":{"caption_text":"","source_text":"","source_url":""},"wps_subtitle":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7661","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/69"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7661"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7661\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7664,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7661\/revisions\/7664"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/7662"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7661"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7661"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7661"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}