Help Cover Legal Fees for Safety and Justice

In the late hours of April 29th, my employer—the father in a family I provided childcare for—sent me over 100 text messages that were violent, sexual, and threatening. He said things like “Come right this f***ing second or I will end you,” and “I command your fat ass to come here now and let me lick you.” He made dozens of graphic, disturbing comments about my body and sexuality. He threatened to hurt me and my partner. He said he loved me. He said he owned me. He demanded that I come to his house—for sex. These weren’t one or two messages sent in a moment of bad judgment. These were full-on rants, nonstop, over the course of hours and hours.

But it didn’t stop there.

The messages kept coming all morning, into the afternoon, and even the next day. These were days I was scheduled to be at work—alone in the house with him—and he was still demanding I come over. I was terrified. I didn’t know what he was capable of. I didn’t go to work. I couldn’t. I was scared for my life.

Some of the things he said were incredibly personal. He made remarks about insecurities I’ve struggled with my whole life. Things no one has the right to say, especially not someone in a position of power over me.

I filed a police report and was granted an emergency order of protection. But after that, his legal team started coming after me, trying to intimidate me into silence. I did everything I could to get through it on my own, but eventually I had to hire an attorney just to feel safe and protected. This situation has yet to conclude. My next court date is June 10th.

To make things even more overwhelming, I graduated from college just days after all of this happened. I should’ve been celebrating the start of a new chapter, but instead I’ve been trying to navigate legal systems while dealing with the trauma of what happened and the fallout that followed. It’s been incredibly hard to hold all of this at once.

All I want is the chance to move beyond this nightmare and rebuild my life. For the past month, I’ve lived in constant fear—fear for my safety because of him, fear for my finances after losing my job, and fear of not knowing what tomorrow will bring. I’ve spent the last month navigating the legal system and trying to keep my head above water. I’m almost at the finish line, but I need help covering the legal fees to finalize the protective order and close this terrifying chapter.

If you can donate, no matter how small, it means everything to me. If you can’t, sharing helps too.

Thank you for reading this. Thank you for caring.