Heya I'm Rose. If you don't know me already, I'm a trans plural disabled artist, modeler, and photographer raising funds to finally move out of a toxic religious household with my parents. I'm in the beginning process of applying for disability to support myself, but that's a long and uncertain road. I'm ready to find a healthy daily life for the first time.

I need help to build my savings. I have AuDHD, CPTSD, OCD, Tourrettes, DID, chronic anxiety, and chronic hand through shoulder pain. I've never been able to get away from home, so making income and finding energy is a struggle. 3D Modeling helped me get by for a while, but with my hand pain getting worse I just need help to have a baseline for groceries, rent, and general life stuff for the coming move. I really want to escape the constant pressure and trauma inside this house.

I'm gonna share some deeper context into my life and the struggles I've gotten through over the years here. CW for religious trauma, talk of breakdowns;

I had to drop out of highschool during the begging of covid after being forced out of the closet by my parents prying. I was a "gifted kid" and a tri-sport athlete. Obviously, doing college level classes while learning how to interact with normative kids after 5 years of homeschooling burnt us out to our core. I had a couple mental breakdowns and my unsupportive support structure collapsed shortly after. The religious counselors I had access to at the time internalized a lot of fear of "going to hell" into us for being queer. I was forced to a lot of gross church things, trying to have things "healed" for years as we tried to communicate need of space to no avail. Our anxiety disorder got worse, and as an escape we turned to vr and 3d modeling and found our one niche in life that felt like home. I found partners, and community for the first time in my life outside of toxic religious scenes surrounding my parents, or school where I had to constantly perform. During this "silent phase" of home life amidst covid, where I no longer felt safe to talk, or open up to any of my life outside of discord and vr, my parents removed the door to my room. I wasn't allowed any privacy, since "what was there to hide? I don't need privacy". Everything I did was judged, I couldn't be an ounce of myself or share any interests internally anymore. I struggle to remember all the times traumatizing things like this have occurred over the past 7 or 8 years. Many insane things, like how I was forced into a country long religious hiking trip through el camino, France, during the peak of my worst mental health. I had a mental breakdown on the plane and only then, did my parents listen and stop the trip. They had to check for a bomb on the plane since we got off unexpectedly. All of this whilst my emotional state was toyed with, i was told I was loved and safe no matter what... Unless I was a girl with disabilities without the resources to provide for herself, of course. I need to move, dearly. I've done the best therapy I can while still in this environment, but its not enough to support myself. I can't transition, or heal, or have friends nearby to escape to. I've been alone in this house surviving for all of my teen years and into adulthood. There's so much more to unpack here. The end of my childhood was filled with dread and depression, and I want to be freed of it. My life can finally start when I escape this house.