hello everyone you may or may not be familiar with me. i first started using this site when i was 15, dedicating hours of my time to believing in a better tomorrow. i would sit alone in my room hoping that one day id be able to leave the place where i was repeatedly beaten , **ped , hospitalized and tortured by those who claimed loved me. i never wanted to go back home again.
i’m a student , a musician, a local organizer, a public speaker and a writer
tw:
this past month and a half has been anything but normal.
i lost access to medication because i lost my insurance, it caused me to act out of character. i was scaring everyone around me but no one was listening to my calls for help. my heart was failing . my appendix nearly collapsed, i had untreated fungal infections all throughout my body , i wasn’t eating , i had an untreated uti for 2 years.
i wasn’t sleeping , i was smoking a pack of cigarettes a day, i was killing myself and nearly succeeded because i wasn’t willing to ask for help. i knew what my family would do if they caught wind i was transitioning. when my pharmacist called my mother, i knew that everyone knew now.my family who opposes my independence, freedom and identity mass texted my partner a night before i explained to them that i was heading to mexico on a business trip, they claimed that i was going to cheat on her with a collaborator, they rushed onto the scene at 11 am the next morning after she woke up receiving these texts, her being overwhelmed by the amount of hate they were receiving acted in a way that i made sense to her, she kicked me out and i was forced back into the possession of my family, being in the vulnerable state i was in. i couldn’t fight it. my relationship was left in ruins, just when she was trying to understand me.
my family is controlling , my family is spanish , my family is classist , my family is racist , my family is homophobic, my family is transphobic
my partner is queer and black
i still planned my trip to mexico, not letting this stop me, still being sick mind you. they lectured me about being careful and i was ok whatever, they dropped me off at the airport and i immediately gunned it to the next terminal, and booked a flight to, california.
i just wanted so badly for my dreams to come true and for all of this pain to mean something.
i have ptsd , i have depression, i have anxiety, i have bpd , i have dependency issues
in the california bay area i found answers to questions but was left with no explanation for why i still felt so horrible. i helped in ways i could to those in cali, not having much to give but wanting to change the world in the way i could. i was on going from motel to motel and sleeping in airports for a month
i found myself again
i do a lot of work in the organizing space in houston and find it really hard to get the right people to be honest about why they were doing it. for me personally, the reason i do this, is to change the world around me.
coming back was hard , i was left having to pick up all the pieces that i left shattered. with time , healing , my grandmother’s love and support of my loved ones i finally accepted that help i was so afraid of receiving
life has been looking better for me but i do need help in restoring myself back to normal.
i’m currently awaiting my financial aid package to come in, follow ups on all the employment opportunities i’ve been given and getting back on all my medication that stabilized my life and my health.
i don’t really know what to say but thank you for listening. i hope this inspires you to check up on the people in your family.
all this money is going towards supporting me , my partner and my dog, bino.
i still have a lot of unaddressed issues and need help. i was stalked for years and it was horrible. its hurt me . this all hurts me to even talk about
ibb.co/N5ZVRXzmy cash app is $kidbinoo
my venmo is kidbin0hello everyone you may or may not be familiar with me. i first started using this site when i was 15, dedicating hours of my time to believing in a better tomorrow. i would sit alone in my room hoping that one day id be able to leave the place where i was repeatedly beaten , **ped , hospitalized and tortured by those who claimed loved me. i never wanted to go back home again.
i’m a student , a musician, a local organizer, a public speaker and a writer
tw:
this past month and a half has been anything but normal.
i lost access to medication because i lost my insurance, it caused me to act out of character. i was scaring everyone around me but no one was listening to my calls for help. my heart was failing . my appendix nearly collapsed, i had untreated fungal infections all throughout my body , i wasn’t eating , i had an untreated uti for 2 years.
i wasn’t sleeping , i was smoking a pack of cigarettes a day, i was killing myself and nearly succeeded because i wasn’t willing to ask for help. i knew what my family would do if they caught wind i was transitioning. when my pharmacist called my mother, i knew that everyone knew now.my family who opposes my independence, freedom and identity mass texted my partner a night before i explained to them that i was heading to mexico on a business trip, they claimed that i was going to cheat on her with a collaborator, they rushed onto the scene at 11 am the next morning after she woke up receiving these texts, her being overwhelmed by the amount of hate they were receiving acted in a way that i made sense to her, she kicked me out and i was forced back into the possession of my family, being in the vulnerable state i was in. i couldn’t fight it. my relationship was left in ruins, just when she was trying to understand me.
i still planned my trip to mexico, not letting this stop me, still being sick mind you. they lectured me about being careful and i was ok whatever, they dropped me off at the airport and i immediately gunned it to the next terminal, and booked a flight to, california.
i just wanted so badly for my dreams to come true and for all of this pain to mean something.
i have ptsd , i have depression, i have anxiety, i have bpd , i have dependency issues
in the california bay area i found answers to questions but was left with no explanation for why i still felt so horrible. i helped in ways i could to those in cali, not having much to give but wanting to change the world in the way i could.
i found myself again
i do a lot of work in the organizing space in houston and find it really hard to get the right people to be honest about why they were doing it. for me personally, the reason i do this, is to change the world around me.
coming back was hard , i was left having to pick up all the pieces that i left shattered. with time , healing , my grandmother’s love and support of my loved ones i finally accepted that help i was so afraid of receiving
life has been looking better for me but i do need help in restoring myself back to normal.
i’m currently awaiting my financial aid package to come in, follow ups on all the employment opportunities i’ve been given and getting back on all my medication that stabilized my life and my health.
i don’t really know what to say but thank you for listening. i hope this inspires you to check up on the people in your family.
all this money is going towards supporting me , my partner and my dog, bino.
i still have a lot of unaddressed issues and need help. i was stalked for years and it was horrible
ibb.co/N5ZVRXzmy cash app is $kidbinoo
my venmo is kidbin0
