Help me fund my top surgery!!

I discovered my identity early on in 2020 during the pandemic.

But I had to move out of my ex parents trailer for me to even let myself think of transitioning in 2022. Being trans around them was physically dangerous. My father drank and my mother was insane. Both extremely emotionally and physically abusive, all while taking the cake for the most racist and transphobic people I'll ever know. I did leave, not before they tried to kick me out three times prior while I was a minor.

After I left I was thinking about starting t, but it was a battle of receiving therapy first. It took about 8 months of trying to finally get a therapist.

I started testosterone as soon as I could.

Over the course of 2022-2024 it was a wild, wild journey of discovering who I am, who I've always wanted to be, mourning for the child I should have been... and above all else, embracing the new changes that I've experienced in T.

Right after I got everything in place though, my insurance flaked out underneath me and I haven't been able to even reapply for my benefits. I lost my therapist. I don't know where to look for help. I've been paying out of pocket for testosterone ever since.

Sometime into T, Florida state started taking away my rights as a trans individual. Creating laws that insinuate we're insane and unwell. It took away my rights to testosterone. I'm not the only trans individual affected by this though. to get out hormones back, most of us had to sign a paper basically agreeing that we're insane but we know what we're doing.

Even though I'm on T, things are better indefinitely, but I still struggle with something that the exterior eye cannot see.

It's a pain that only trans men can feel, and only the closest people to them will be able to barely see just how deep this pain goes, and how much it affects us every single day.

In this economy rigged against its people, I cannot afford to get myself a new binder.

This affects my health.

My mental health, my physical health

My shoulders, back and chest are in constant pain.

My ribs are bruised from the years of constant binding. 

I cannot even wear the correct uniform for work due to this. I'm fortunate my job is kind to me and accommodating.