It's allowable, certainly... But as for finding a place that would actually take me? Unlikely. Finding a place that would take me and that I wouldn't start immediately spiraling into Utter Fuck? Unlikelier.
Why is "Unlikelier" even a word? Why is it one of the words that Google seems to accept as valid? I do not know these things.
But yeah, I got lucky with my brief position working with a used clothing webshop. That position has ceased to exist, and related jobs in the Real World have minimum requirements for education and experience that I don't possess.
I also got plopped into a role stacking shelves at a local grocery. Three literally ball-busting days later (they did not have pants in my size, so I had to use a pair two sizes too small), after spending my after-work hours punching ice mounds and bricks until my fingers bled and pumping lime vodka until I felt I could lie in bed without hitting myself, I threw in the towel and handed in my badge and pants. After that I was declared "Officially fucked up" and shuffled into a filing cabinet somewhere to be forgotten, after a quick comment about how expensive I was going to be for the state.
I'd like to be able to work, I would... But the only things I'm capable of doing to any degree of success are things that require a related degree if you want to work with them. Everything else is a cacophony of failure that wakes me up in the middle of the night with pains in my stomach.
The "Last chance option" I've been going to lately is a sort of halfway house thing where you go to do minor oddjobs around the building like taking out the trash or collecting abandoned coffee cups and bringing them back to the kitchen, so you can put a checkmark next to that task and feel good about yourself for having done something. It... Hasn't been a monumental amount of progress, I have to say. I went from being overtaxed and ground down at the grocery store, to being understimulated and just generally feeling embarrassed for myself at this new place.