Here's a reminder to remember how far you've come ✨️
✨️ Being mentally out is a huge fucking accomplishment, you had a fight with your own brain and won! Look at you!
✨️ Doing mundane shit you enjoy that's "against the rules" incredible 👏 you're enjoying your life!!!
✨️ Being physically out?!?! You're a rock star, that's a fucking leap and you did it!
✨️ Working towards your aspirations that you never thought you'd be able to due to pressure not to go to school, or be a part of this or that, holy shit that's amazing!!!
Hey reblog this with a weird thing that made you realize you were in a cult, I'll go first.
Commentary channels were huge for me because they had to lay out their evidence and reasoning in a logical way, which is in stark contrast to supposedly well argued religious talks. But especially videoes bashing and explaining multi-level marketing schemes?! They discuss how these groups mislead existing members and their manipulative recruiting methods. Meanwhile I'm there agreeing that this are bad and even cult-like policies while in a evangelical doomsday group like "why is this so familiar 🤔..."
We stan!!!!
chaotic good
Guess what I just watched!
did I do it right
struggling with the knowledge that i will lose my parents when i come out.
sure, they've been awful, and yes, they are abusive and controlling and have brought me grief. yes, they are stubbornly rooted in bigoted, heartless, cult beliefs. they're still my parents, though. i still want them at my college graduation. i still want to call my mom. i still want to see them at christmas. i still want them to love me, and i know they won't.
christian love is conditional and i will never be their son. they will cut me off.
i wish, sometimes, that i could suppress myself. i wish i could hide my identity forever. i wish i could live without transitioning. i can't. i can't go on without being who i am. i can't go by a name that doesn't fit. i can't stay in a body that makes me miserable. i have to exist.
it breaks my heart, but i am never giving in and i'm never changing who i am.
Please, with everything that I have in me, I am begging for help for a family of 2 disabled black siblings (my autistic brother & myself with a physical disability) to not go homeless again during this pandemic.
For those who don’t know, I am a physically disabled black woman and the sole caretaker of my autistic brother. Last year, we lost the home our father worked his entire life for after he passed away. My brother and I were made homeless.
Since, we’ve been able to rent a home. But with our unique situation of no income, no rental history, no credit… nobody wants us as renters and the only deal we were able to get was to pay our entire YEAR’s worth of rent up front.
The last I updated you all, we were waiting on a hearing to determine the status of my brother’s disability case. We have been fighting for his disability for the whole year since we moved across the country, and after it was illegitimately denied TWICE before… the hearing that was set for June 3rd finally came. It was our last hope to get the funds we need to pay our upcoming rent. But when the date came… after waiting tirelessly… we were informed that it was postponed until 3 months from now.
Our lease ends at the end of July, we DO NOT have Three Months. The way the disabled are discarded like nothing is unbearable. You have no idea the pain I felt that day… seeing them treat a case that is so important that it stands between us and our home… like just another file. Like it means nothing. And this is what I mean when I say…
It would have been our last hope at stable income to be able to pay our rent normally. We do not have any income at this time. Even the art that I was making was taken down by Etsy. Everyday I wake up in agony of not knowing what’s going to happen next.
Call after call with no leads to any help. I haven’t had any transportation for the entire year since we were first kicked out of the only home we ever knew, and it’s been so unbelievably hard to find any work that I’m capable of without it.
I have given my everything.
And I have gotten nothing back.
And with all of it, I still sit here with my only sliver of hope to reach out to anyone who might see this.
For the past several months, I have been trying to work up the courage to ask for help again. The strength to reach out again. If it was just me, I don’t think I could do this. But my brother, who has no way whatsoever of taking care of himself… what is he supposed to do if we lose our home? It has taken everything in me to sit here and write this cry for assistance.. but cry, I must.
I have done nothing but look for other options. Tirelessly, day in and day out I have reached out to so many of these “resources” who are supposed to help us in times like this and time and time again, I have been shut down. My willpower has been crushed so much it’s not even describable.
I haven’t been able to rest. Every moment I’m awake just brings me back to the trauma I’ve experienced this year.
I would just like to say with you all that
We deserve to feel safe and secure. We deserve a world that cares what happens to us. I know there are people out there who do. So I am asking you, one more time.
Please help us, share our GoFundMe, share our story, donate anything you can at this time. If we can reach our goal we can be safe for AT LEAST another year.
if j*hova were real and also a human id bomb his house and steal his dog
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