I went through all this to get my SSI and Social Security disability checks...

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To prove that I was unable to work, and to get my SSI and Social Security disability checks, I had to go through one month at a sheltered workshop for the moderately to severely mentally challenged. There I was treated like I could hardly even count to ten. This was in the beginning to mid-1990's although I forget the exact year. I am definitely far from being moderately to severely low in IQ, as I had graduated from high school and had finished some college prior to this experience, but the very notion that I can count quite well seemed to completely escape the minds of the supervisors who were over me. Yet, when I was given my first job assignment at that facility, I was asked if I could count to ten. I was utterly dumbfounded when I was asked that question, and so all I could do was nod yes. My first task was to sort fishing licenses by the last two numbers, on a tic-tac-toe-like grid. 01 went in the 01 box. 07 went in the 07 box. 04 went in the 04 box. 09 went in the 09 box. And so on, so forth, for hours at a time. This task did not exactly stretch the limits of my mathematical capabilities, not even by a long shot. (Where does 05 go? I know! I know! I know! Don't tell me! 08, right? LOL) I was also made to cut thick telephone wire with big heavy-duty cutting equipment without gloves since I had not brought my own, and sort loads of heavy, thick telephone wire and put them into wooden bins based on their size. As some of you know, I have a VERY painful back, yet every time I would scream and cry in excruciating pain from being made to cut, sort, carry, and toss the loads of telephone wires on and on for hours at a time, I was put into a small room to cry it out, and then threatened with not getting my disability checks. I was told again and again how I have to be obedient. I was not being disobedient! I was being in very severe pain! I got 25 cents an hour for all this. I was paid based on a quota that was deemed to be "minimum wage." No matter how hard I worked, I could never come anywhere remotely close to "minimum wage" standards. And, I was made to do the same two tasks of sorting fishing licenses, and cutting and sorting telephone wire, for the entire month. Many of my co-workers really could not count to ten, and some of them could not feed, dress, or bathe themselves. I was treated like I was one of them. Has anyone else here gone through anything at all like this to get governmental disability checks?