Help Simcha Escape Their Abusive Household

Sum Up: Hi, I'm Simcha (he/they/ze/zey/it), I'm a white Jewish disabled neurodivergent queer non-binary person trying to escape my abusive household. Please donate some money so I can escape my abusive household soon and also pay for food, bills, rent, and other necessary expenses as I go into college in the fall. I don't know exactly how much I need, but I want to be sure I can be financially stable as soon as I can, so my starting goal is 1k which I will likely increase as time goes on. Every dollar amount is very greatly appreciated!

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tw: abuse of all forms (verbal, emotional, mental, psychological, physical), gaslighting, manipulation, ABA mentions, transphobia, homophobia,

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Hi, I'm Simcha, I’m 18, very independent, and abuse has happened since I was 7, I’m done taking it any longer, I fought back when I was younger and gave up, and I never give up usually, I persevere to the end of time if I have to, but I had to give up and take it, I took many hits, verbally, mentally, emotionally, psychologically, and even sometimes physically for my brother for years, but now he’s actually bigger than me and doesn’t need my help anymore, so I’m left in the dust, left with continued abuse & control, I can’t stop it…

Almost everyone who hears what happened without talking to my mother first (cause she manipulates everything, twists my words, gaslighting, moving goalposts, shifts blame to me, scapegoats me, other abusive behaviors, etc) will assure me that it’s not my fault, I shouldn’t have to go through this, I’m doing the right thing right now, my mother is at fault, we should’ve been taken away from my mother a long time ago (as mentioned before, abuse started when I was about 7), as well as saying sorry that I have to go through this, words really to mean a lot, discord & twitter friends are my support system, so whenever my mother takes my phone, I always try to get it back, because I’m always so active, so when I go silent for days or weeks, something is wrong.

From all my abuse, I developed (C)PTSD & anxiety, over time, and my emotional landscape is completely fucked. The relationship between me and my mother is like a glass, shattered in a million pieces and can never be repaired as there will still be bits missing and cracks in the glass. I jump almost immediately when people jump scare me in real life (video games and movies don’t because of common tropes and I expect it), I’m in constant anxiety of what could possibly happen that day, of what she could do to me, of how she can fuck with me that day, of everything, I can’t control what she could do, which worries me constantly, I have never felt true sadness or happiness, and other emotions I don’t even understand have never existed for me.

My mother is also transphobic & homophobic, doesn't accept me, and doesn't use my name (Simcha) or pronouns (he/they/ze/zey/it), she intentionally misgenders & deadnames me all the time. She is also ableist against me as I'm autistic & disabled, and she wanted to put me in ABA as well as doesn't believe I'm disabled.