Help Keech Escape Abusive Household!

UPDATE: ive moved into a shelter now and i am on the path for eventually getting my own home, and im currently in youth training to eventually be able to get a job ! once stable housing is secured for me i plan to go back to school or get my GED, but i still need your help !!! 

the shelter i currently stay in requires a minimum of AT LEAST 3k in savings before i can even start looking at housing options. i would really appreciate your help in meeting that goal, as well as helping me to be able to provide future rent and health payments as i still need to do things like see a dentist, get properly diagnosed with the illnesses i have, and get on the road to recovery from body and mental traumas, as well as my chronic pains, and so much more that id prefer not to make public. i also still need help paying for things like basic hygiene products, healthy food, period products, and sanitation supplies.

your love and support so far has not gone unnoticed !! but time is really of the essence, i only have 2 years until i age out and will be officially homeless. 

- MY STORY BELOW-

hi hi !! my name is keech, im a 19 year old black(half jamaican,half american) queer/genderfluid person, and for a while now ive been stuck back n forth between abusive households all my life.

at first, when i was around 16 years old, my extremely abusive mother locked me out of the house permanently after cutting the wifi box cords and not paying my phone bills so i couldnt get any of my school work done or talk to my dad. when i tried to use her phone to get in contact with my dad, she refused and i had to chase her around the apartment, and after i had blocked her off from running from me, she called the police, making up a story that i was terrorizing her, putting my hands on her, and just being a terrible kid. (mind you, she’s starved, beaten, and manipulated me ever since i could remember, and never did i ever try to lay a finger on her in return.) after that incident, she kicked me out and left me for dead in the pouring rain at midnight.

i had managed to get in contact with my dad after being hopeless around 4am, and he came to pick me up, and ive been with him ever since. before we were able to move to the apartment we have now, i was sleeping on a kitchen floor of a mens group home (where my dad and brother were staying) where i would get yelled at, bullied, beat on, and berated by these men on a daily basis. they would call the police on me and scream at me that i dont belong there and that i belong somewhere in the street, just because i was homeless. my dad and brother never once defended me or tried to help me, they just told me to suck it up because its not their problem.

because of how grueling this situation was, i forced my dad to find a real place for us to live, daily pestering him, and even faking a pregnancy just to get into the apartment that we have now. now i know you’re probably thinking “well you have an apartment now, whats the problem” ? well my dad swore to me that once we got here things would change, but ive come to realize that my dad is just as abusive as my mother is, he’s just better at hiding it.

i’ve only turned 19 in august, i want to be able to go to school again, get a job, make friends, and live a somewhat normal, happy life, but its clear my family has never wanted that for me. my dad is extremely sloppy and dirty- he constantly leaves the entire house a mess nonstop, he never cleans up after himself, he doesnt shower, and he doesnt cook. he doesnt care for me or look after me, he basically expects me to just sit at home and do nothing but clean and cook(when he decides i dont have to starve). he works an unstable job, and stays outside all day while i starve, cant do the things i need to like try to find schooling, therapy, a job and make friends. im essentially just a live in maid for my own family and its so depressing and heartbreaking.

it doesnt make it any better that they all seem to be jealous of the fact that i havent let these traumas stop me from being my true self and expressing myself authentically- they hate my creativity and passions and will do anything in their power to belittle me and make me feel small and stupid- when in reality if i had the proper backing i could easily craft planets around them with my talents in arts, fashion and music.

ive told them that i want to go to school and go to therapy for all that ive been through, but they dont care. they think im just an extension of them, and that i should just suck it up and do what benefits them so they can stay complacent and not have to do better.

i cant get a job until i finish school, but my dad watches me like a hawk and expects me to help him pay rent- which has lead me to doing things like online sex work and creating content on apps like tiktok.

i really just need to reach this goal so i can get away from my family, and find my own place to stay and be secure for a few years until im able to make enough on my own to pay rent, go to school, go to therapy and get back on medication. anything, even if its just 50 cents is truly appreciated, i know me and i know i dont have long in this household (being overworked, starved, and ignored) until i give up and take myself out. so im really begging, please help me reach this goal so i can save myself.

if you’d like to buy content to support me, my twitter is @msgripzalot, and if you’d like to support my content, my tiktok is @keechyy0, and instagram @keechyy4eva. thank you for giving me your precious time and energy, and i wish nothing but unconditional prosperity and abundance unto you all. thank you