READ!! THIS IS MY LAST CHANCE!!!! (This is all I have!!)
My health is actually failing. I’m not being dramatic when I say I could die If I don’t get the medical help I need.
I suffer from chronic illnesses (a rare version of MTHFR HOMOZYGOUS, HIT, DEEP VEIN THROMBOSIS, AUTOIMMUNE DISEASE + more) and I am disabled and trans. I am jobless due to my illnesses and I am currently without any necessary resources to survive, be healthy, stable, or safe..
I have a rare blood clotting disease that causes me to be at the HIGHEST RISK possible to have a heart attack, aneurysm, or stroke. This disease has also resulted in multiple major surgeries, and countless other major procedures that have left me with debilitating chronic pain and other disabilities (limited use of my dominate arm, and even tasks like sweeping leave my arms in immense pain). I have two stints in my chest keeping my main vein open to my right arm so the blood can flow to it. And it still has trouble flowing back which causes swelling and excruciating pain in my arm. The main vein in my chest has been patched and dissected from a vein from my thigh because the veins in my right arm and chest are so damaged they weren’t able to save much. I had to get a rib removed because it was pinching my vein and causing clotting during which damaged a lot of muscles in my chest and shoulder causing even more chronic pain. They also wired my chest shut.
So I NEED to have access to good health care. I’m chronically ill with horrible and scary diseases. I’ve already almost died three times, and have been on my death bed twice.. I’m in and out of hospitals constantly, they don’t have the resources to help. I NEED HELP. I NEED TO LEAVE AND MOVE IN ORDER TO SURVIVE!!! Please fucking help me!! Boost my links, donate whatever! I’m grateful for anything !!
I DON’T WANT TO DIE I’ve been fighting for my life since I was 16. I’m taking my health seriously and using the little bit of energy that I have to get shit done.
I’m honestly only asking for the bare minimum of what I need to move, and for rent…
I’m trying to move to Colorado to escape (my abuser and stalker that I have a really traumatic history with. Violence and including assaults) I’m stuck in my hometown right now in northern MN. Where I’m at right now IS NOT safe for me and I NEED to leave..
My friend in Colorado has a place that I can move into ASAP, I just need first and last months rent. I have to move this month or she has to find a different roommate because of her own financial situation, so this is my ONE and only lucky chance!! I NEED to move to Colorado for access to better health care (to keep me alive), and for my own safety.. This is VITAL for my health (mentally and physically).
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When I was sixteen, my family visited Hawaii, and I had a cute new swimsuit. I was a pretty busty teen, with the vocabulary of an AP English student, and while I was out swimming, a couple of college guys started flirting with me. Nothing gross, just pleasantly casual hey-you-look-great-how-are-you-enjoying-the-beach stuff.
After a minute or two of this, one of them asked if I was there with friends, and I said no, I was with my family. “Wow, you still travel with your family?” one exclaimed. “That’s cool…”
“Well, I am sixteen,” sez me.
Reader, they blanched. They flustered, they apologized, they assured me that they’d thought I was also in college, they wished me a good vacation and they bounced. All within about a minute of realizing they’d been chatting up a minor.
I was mildly mortified at the time, but now? I look back and think, Ah, what good men. What good young men.
hey guys just wanted to let you know i might die updates soon
so: a huge earthquake just hit my area and my stuff is sort of screwed. there’s a gas leak in my house and we got a lot of damage, and on top of that there’s a tsunami coming, but we’re headed to high ground so i’ll be physically safe
my family is safe but we had to shut off our gas and our heat, which. isn’t ideal in an alaskan winter but we still have electricity. our house is standing but there’s structural damage and our chimney literally fell off to somewhere?? it’s one of those little pipe ones so we haven’t found it but it means we’re getting a lot of cold air. it’ll be a while before the government gives us money to make sure our house doesn’t fall apart if they do at all. in the meantime we need to get some more blankets and maybe one of those plug in heaters? uhhh. things are pretty screwed up in my city right now. lots of bridges and roads are looking like this:
if you guys wanna send me some money for supplies while we figure out how to get heat back that would be pretty good, i know i’ve been making a lot of donation posts recently but i didn’t get enough to hold us over after getting hit this hard
where are you getting your stats? what source of information brought you to this conclusion? none I assume, but I would love for you to prove me wrong.
It’s literally a hyper link to the study
“Chamberlain and his team found that although overall divorce rates of couples with one seriously ill spouse were comparable to the general divorce rate in the US, there was a marked difference depending on which partner had received the diagnosis. In cases where the husband became seriously ill, divorce rates were actually far lower than average at three per cent. However, a staggering 21 per cent of wives who had been diagnosed with serious illness ended up separated or divorced within the same time frame.
In fact, Chamberlain’s study revealed that in ninety per cent of post-diagnosis divorce cases, the wife was the sick party. The researchers suggested that a possible explanation for this striking difference could be that men find it harder to take on a care-giving role.”
WHAT THE FUCK!?!? this is goddamn horrifying.
“Find it harder to take on a care-giving role.”
Bullshit.
They don’t want the burden of a sick wife who won’t be taking care of them. Like good ‘ol “sanctity of marriage” Newt Gingrich divorcing his wife who developed cancer.
I always want to point out that not abandoning your wife is the lowest possible bar, and husbands who don’t do it are unfortunately not necessarily supportive beyond this bare minimum—I once read a blog article by a guy who volunteered at a breast cancer resource centre (he was their first male volunteer, ever) and who wrote, about the boutique where the women tried on wigs:
Many clients came in with female family members or friends. These clients only came in with female family members or friends. During my two years at the center, I never once saw a client go into the boutique with a husband or male relative. I asked the staff about it. One manager said, “Same as the volunteers: guys won’t go near the wigs. Guys are wimps.” Sometimes a woman would come in for a wig… nervous, uncomfortable…and she’d get help from me or the staff, total strangers… and you could see her husband out in the parking lot… sitting in the car, listening to the radio; they couldn’t even come inside.
I’m also reminded of that study on organ donation rates across Europe, that found that among married hetero couples, 36% of women who could donate a kidney to their husband did so, while only 6.5% of clinically suitable men donate a kidney to their wives.
I have observed multiple mutuals here under the age of 18 who are not allowed by their parents to cut/dye/bleach their hair or have piercings. Once upon a time I wasn’t allowed either, and I remember I never really understood why.
Whenever I asked “why not”, my mother would always reply “wait until you’re 18.”, which isn’t really an answer so I asked again; why not?
To which she finally replied (after an unnecessary hissyfit), “because you might regret it.”
Now I had my answer but the thing is, I didn’t see any problem with that. But to avoid any more hilariously aggressive confrontations- I waited. I turned 18 and I pierced my eyebrow, cut my hair short and dyed my hair bright red. And then green. And then pink. And then blue then green and turquoise and purple and orange and pink and then blue. I pierced my tongue and lips and belly button and everything was so fun and exciting because I was finally allowed to do what I was denied as a child.
But then my mother started crying, the poor soul didn’t know what to do. She questioned her parenting and blamed me for her depression and so on and so forth and I was still so damn confused about what the problem was! I had no problem getting a job, and when I joined the army I removed the piercings and temporarily dyed my hair a normal brown again like the responsible adult I was. When I went back to work/school I kept putting fun colors in my hair again and put the piercings back. I encountered exactly zero problems in my adulting, but still my mother was upset!
One day she explained to me that I was now too old to be doing this; she was afraid other parents would blame her for bad parenting and she believed that I should know better now that I was an adult.
Now…THIS IS A LITTLE WEIRD TO ME.
Because basically, my mother didn’t want me to dye my hair as a child in fear of me regretting it, and then as an adult I should magically know that i will regret it without having tried it and also I should be aware of the prejudice of other parents (which I never encountered) — which isn’t only extremely backwards logic but it also means in this case she’d rather seem like a good parent to other parents than to be a good parent for her child.
My mother knows better now; she has tattoos and bleached hair and doesn’t care but if her children and friends hadn’t normalized being a little different for her then she never would’ve changed her thinking.
Let kids put fun colors in their hair. Don’t make such a big deal out of such little things.
Hair grow out. Dye fades. Piercings heal up. Clothes wear out. Let your kid do what they want.
