i regret to update this in the way i am... i seem to misplace my trust easily, and good people seem to often do cruddy things.

i need help with staying afloat while i look for work now that i live in olympia if anyone can spare it. i raised half of what i needed to move and made it work, but im low now. i have 30 days to find somewhere else to move, again, but this time i have the advantages of civilization to help make it happen. i have enough food to last my cats about 2 months before i need to start buying more, and i believe a matching amount of litter. please consider helping a disabled black trans masc while he applies for work in a new area and repacks his recently unpacked items.

details of the situation:

i was silent for a time because a lot was happening and i managed to find somewhere to go! a kind household of queer disabled folk reached out, had insanely fun overlap in interests with me, were beyond reasonable in my terms of living there, and were very fun to talk with. i had gotten almost all the way settled just this week, only to be told tonight (2/3/26) i was a bad enough fit that they want me gone by march due to communication hiccups.

my new and now ex-roommates misunderstanding/projecting a tone in my messages that wasn't there, and insisting it's my fault these miscommunications happened because i don't use "tone tags," was apparently a displacement worthy offense (among a few other reasons i absolutely do not agree with and even find to be hypocritical). mind, so far no one in my support network has known what on earth a tone tag even is when the issue is brought up, let alone how forgetting to use them or forgetting that they exist in general would warrant this response.

i have never had communication issues of this degree with virtually anyone via text, and to have it be insisted that i need to point blank clarify my tone in every message i send so as not to be perceived as aggressive or hostile by default is ridiculous and quite frankly makes me worry that there is some heavily unexamined internal work that needs to be done. at any turn they are quick to label me aggressive and/or hostile if my style of communication is taken by them incorrectly, which they do frequently and is detrimental labeling unfairly attributed to black people, especially masculine black people like myself, all the time.

in a disappointing turn they insisted further that im weaponizing "learned helplessness" or maybe incompetence for being relatively unable to remember the existence of tone tags as they are a month old concept to me and essentially a new language, let alone what any of them are or when and how i should use them, to a degree of i believe having my intelligence questioned by being asked if "[i had] ever tried remembering anything" and that it "takes effort." they proceeded to throw useless and topical memory solutions at me that ive already tried before to no avail; stuff i need to or am able to remember has triggers, and notes or chat pins dont have those. alarms, social interactions, sights, sounds, etc. all cause me to and help me remember things in the only ways i am capable of without given proper time to make tone tags or other things a viable tool to me; there is no trigger to use a tone tag for me until an "issue" has already occurred, and none of what i say seems to be taken either seriously, in good faith, or with any regard to the context of surrounding conversation; sometimes all three at once.

ive been accused of squandering the money you all helped me raise, when 90-95% was spent on: travel/moving expenses, a variety of necessary pet supplies (some in bulk), a bed frame after being unable to obtain a usable one for 2.5 weeks despite constant outreach and hunting (risking extreme moisture, mold, and increased strain on my back injury and chronic joint pain), a new light bulb for my lamp which is the only light source in the room, a haircut which makes me leagues more hireable, a new binder so i can work without hurting myself or being misgendered/harassed, an auto injector so i can actually take my HRT, and a small variety of bodily compression garments and braces to aid with my growing disabilities and injury and make me more able to not only work, but navigate this apartment - a problem everyone here has complained about because we are all disabled (something theyre also claiming im weaponizing despite my being split in a million directions with little aid and a very clear pressure/time crunches in many directions). i wont say i didnt also buy a few treats. but those were so much smaller and more minimal than anything else i purchased, and after 2 years of none of the things that come with living in a real city again, i deserved to treat myself the tiniest bit.

before all this, they asked that i unpack more quickly and got upset when they were just sitting unpacked on surfaces despite having nowhere for me to put my things, and once i finally got it down to just a few boxes, this all blew up and now i dont have 90% of those materials anymore bc they didn't want my boxes to be clutter. what burns is that they leave open/broken down boxes around constantly, and for longer than i ever did, and while not having other tasks while i have two stories of stuff to unpack and somehow jigsaw into a MUCH smaller space than i was in before (and i downsized!)

in short they were amazing people who offered me a gift by being exactly what i needed to get on my feet, and then very quickly made it apparent that they're not meant for roommates and that this was a mistake, and revoked that gift.

im speechless and dumbfounded, and right back to scrambling.