I’ve made, like, two or three of these posts before. But here’s a new, shiny, updated one.
My name is Liam. I’m seventeen years old and I live in Texas with my parents, sister, and a corgi.
I need to leave, and I can’t do that without help. (I know, I know, why would I ever leave a corgi?)
I would like to leave on August 15, 2013. I’ll be packing my bags, hopping on a plane to Boston, and living with my friend in New Hampshire.
I’m transgender (genderqueer and male-presenting) and my dysphoria is getting increasingly severe. I came out to my parents a month ago, and now they’re using feminine pronouns and descriptors more than they ever have before. I’m not allowed to get a binder, even with my own money. I’m pretty sure at this point that they’re waving my assigned gender in my face on purpose.
My mother is emotionally and verbally abusive. She insults me, harasses me and makes jokes about my orientation, identity, intelligence, and mental illnesses. She’s manipulative, dramatic, and recently stole approximately twenty-five dollars from me while I was in a psychiatric unit. She has discounted my history of abuse on several occasions, and seems to find enjoyment in making sure I know that she “had it worse”. She throws tantrums nearly every day as of late. She refuses to get therapy although she admits to being depressed and angry.
I was sexually abused by my maternal grandparents at age three and possibly a bit into my fourth year. When I was ten, I was sexually and verbally abused by a Sunday School teacher, who returned when I was twelve and sent the girls my age to harass and threaten me when I didn’t show up at Church.
I have a lot of issues, but I’m fairly certain that if I were given a change of scenery, I’d be significantly more well-adjusted.
After I came out as male-identifying, my mother has increased in the frequency and severity with which she abuses me. Since coming home from the hospital, she has told me to leave the house five times because she doesn’t want me here.
I have a place to stay, and people to help me back onto my feet, it’s just getting there and supporting myself until I can get a job that needs to be dealt with. Even fifty frickin cents counts, honestly.
I’m getting desperate now, and am counting down the weeks until August comes.
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If you would rather not simply send money, and want to help in another way, I have an Amazon Wish List and will soon figure out a way to have items sent to the family I’ll be living with if people choose to purchase things for me. (Basic clothing and binders, mostly.)
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That fucking sucks. Help a dude out.