Maxwell's Top Surgery Fund
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My name is Maxwell. That's me in the picture (on the left). I live in central Florida, and I'm a 19 year-old pre-HRT and pre-operative transman.
I guess to explain why I'm here on GoFundMe, I'd like to explain my whole situation.
I came out to my friends and family roughly two years ago. My friends mostly supported me, though they were very unfamiliar with transgenderism and had many questions. Unfortunately, my family also didn't understand, and my parents spent a lot of time trying to find out what was wrong with me and how they could fix it. They sent me to a religious therapist who encouraged them not to let me change my wardrobe and told them to tell the entire staff at my highschool not to call me by my preferred name and pronouns as I'd asked, but to undermine my request and strictly call me by my given name, because "my therapist thought it was best." They put out money for the therapist, but they told me straight forward that they would never help me financially if they knew any of the money would go to the hormone replacement therapy that I needed, saying it was like giving heroin to an addict. There was a time that my father sat down and told me,
"No one will ever love you unless they're a freak, too."
Not being able to stand the environment, I went to live with another family member and their spouse. They tried to understand and help, but it wasn't quite right. No matter how much I tried to explain, they didn't understand. They said,
"Why can't you just be normal?"
It hurt. Eventually, I felt like things calmed down enough with my parents that I could go back. It seemed better at first, but the more time I spent there the more I felt like I wasn't going home to a place where I was welcome. They wouldn't even try to call me Maxwell or say he/him instead of she/her. When I tried to bring it up, they would get angry. Sometimes, I think they would project their anger about it onto trivial things that weren't related and didn't matter, like casual conversations.
One day, my mom got so angry that she decided to punch me.
Similar situations had arose before when I was a minor. I'd had water thrown in my face, I'd been pushed to the ground when my back was turned, but this was it. I wasn't going to stand for it anymore. So I left. Thankfully, I had somewhere to go. My boyfriend and his parents took me under their roof, and it's where I am today. I'm working at a local fast food restraunt, and I'm in college.
Unfortunately, I'm already having enough trouble saving up money to get my own apartment with my boyfriend, much less starting HRT, much less saving up for chest surgery, and I'm already having to save up for a car.
I want to see Dr. Charles Garramone in Davie, FL. My chest is small enough that I could have the peri-aeriolar, or "keyhole" method of chest reconstruction surgery. The total cost estimate from the hospital and Dr. Garramone is $7,300, and that's all I want to ask for. If the price ends up being more, I'll have to scrounge up the extra money myself.
This medical care is something I really desperately need, and it would mean a lot if I got any help acheiving my goal at all. Thank you so much for listening.
I guess to explain why I'm here on GoFundMe, I'd like to explain my whole situation.
I came out to my friends and family roughly two years ago. My friends mostly supported me, though they were very unfamiliar with transgenderism and had many questions. Unfortunately, my family also didn't understand, and my parents spent a lot of time trying to find out what was wrong with me and how they could fix it. They sent me to a religious therapist who encouraged them not to let me change my wardrobe and told them to tell the entire staff at my highschool not to call me by my preferred name and pronouns as I'd asked, but to undermine my request and strictly call me by my given name, because "my therapist thought it was best." They put out money for the therapist, but they told me straight forward that they would never help me financially if they knew any of the money would go to the hormone replacement therapy that I needed, saying it was like giving heroin to an addict. There was a time that my father sat down and told me,
"No one will ever love you unless they're a freak, too."
Not being able to stand the environment, I went to live with another family member and their spouse. They tried to understand and help, but it wasn't quite right. No matter how much I tried to explain, they didn't understand. They said,
"Why can't you just be normal?"
It hurt. Eventually, I felt like things calmed down enough with my parents that I could go back. It seemed better at first, but the more time I spent there the more I felt like I wasn't going home to a place where I was welcome. They wouldn't even try to call me Maxwell or say he/him instead of she/her. When I tried to bring it up, they would get angry. Sometimes, I think they would project their anger about it onto trivial things that weren't related and didn't matter, like casual conversations.
One day, my mom got so angry that she decided to punch me.
Similar situations had arose before when I was a minor. I'd had water thrown in my face, I'd been pushed to the ground when my back was turned, but this was it. I wasn't going to stand for it anymore. So I left. Thankfully, I had somewhere to go. My boyfriend and his parents took me under their roof, and it's where I am today. I'm working at a local fast food restraunt, and I'm in college.
Unfortunately, I'm already having enough trouble saving up money to get my own apartment with my boyfriend, much less starting HRT, much less saving up for chest surgery, and I'm already having to save up for a car.
I want to see Dr. Charles Garramone in Davie, FL. My chest is small enough that I could have the peri-aeriolar, or "keyhole" method of chest reconstruction surgery. The total cost estimate from the hospital and Dr. Garramone is $7,300, and that's all I want to ask for. If the price ends up being more, I'll have to scrounge up the extra money myself.
This medical care is something I really desperately need, and it would mean a lot if I got any help acheiving my goal at all. Thank you so much for listening.
Organisator
Maxwell Payne
Organisator
Lakeland, FL
