WITHOUT HELP I'LL BE HOMELESS

Christah Mychal Hemeon is organizing this fundraiser.

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PLEASE READ THIS "STORY"

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Asking for help is one of the hardest things for me to ever do. I've only ever had me to really rely on, but I am running out of options and time so I'm hoping those out there find it in their heart to offer whatever they can in support.

DEADLINE: AUGUST FIRST

Who I am

I am a "baby" transwoman, only a little over a year into her hormone replacement therapy. I happen to be autistic & I struggle with a depressive type of borderline personality disorder. All of which I'm currently seeking help for through me many doctors, therapists, and psychiatrists. Literally, a starving artist, who still dreams to be a Model Musician & Mother one day. I wish to bring happiness to others, giving inspiration & courage to everyone to follow their dreams and to live out loud as who they really are.

Why I need financial support

Due to the tragic events I've suffered this year, combined with unfortunate coincidences & ironic timing considering the moratorium, I am pleading to anyone with anything to spare to help pay off the debt to me apartment. ($6,000)

Believe it or not, that's just a total for two months back due and next month's impending charge. Thank you California...

Yes, I should move, I get that, but moving also requires money. New apartment's first and last plus any deposit. not to mention the cost of a moving itself.

Regardless the priority is just to get even financially, to have a fighting chance again.

The money will be used to pay off the apartment. any additional support will be used to pay off credit card and pg&e charges.

This has been the most trying year of me life

✅ Me roommate, known by Yoshi / Ryoga, fell apart at the beginning of the year. Month after month I've had to cover for them as they were pulling themself together. In doing so, having drained me savings completely. This year alone, I've covered nearly $6k for them.

✅ Me best friend and the love of me life became incredibly emotionally abusive to me; gas lighting & stonewalling me over an unfortunate misunderstanding and this lasted from last Christmas until me birthday in the end of April. To which I completely mentally broke.

(It wasn't until an old college friend reached out & suggested I talked to their mother, whom happens to also be autistic herself and is a masters of child psychology. She helped me bring me back to me senses.)

✅ I'm barely over a year into me transition; this affects so many things, but the most important note is that I really only have the emotional capacity/complexity of that of a teenage girl. Me emotions are the most intense they will ever be at this current stage in me life.

✅ I am autistic & struggle with borderline personality disorder. I know this is part of me life, I experience all nine symptoms nearly everyday. BPD QUICK REFERENCE

The financial & emotional abuse added to the stress causing me to spiral deeper into mental chaos.

Only recently have I been connected with a social worker. Someone to help me find a psychiatrist capable of diagnosing me autism and BPD. Something which once diagnosed would grant me additional accommodations.

✅ Me soulmate, twin flame, love of me life, left me. Blocked me on everything. 'twas the worst heartbreak I have ever suffered in me life. I am still crying over her everyday, and it's been months. MONTHS. She truly is me twin flame, all our interests and passions aligned; THE EXACT SAME GENRES of movies, videogames & especially music are shared. Duran to the details, same have levels, movie scene, and must surprisingly musical artists- to the same song lyrics. We have the same silly sense of humor. Our only difference is our personalities; I'm an INTP & she, INFJ: if you were to look those up online you'd see that the couple would be called "the golden pair". Where I saw it as each other's strengths covered the others weakness, she saw it as "we are just too different" and her own insecurities and anxieties caused her to distance herself and eventually block me due to a misunderstanding. The pain still feels as if it just happened. The worst part of waking up everyday is realizing that she is no longer there, and it kills me all over again.

✅ The Zoloft I was taking was actually making all of the hardships I was experiencing, all that much worse, as the pills made me insanely anxious about everything, and I became actionably suicidal. Culminating, to the night of me birthday party where I had invited nearly 50 presumable friends to attend, only to have just one actually show up. If it weren't for his call to tell me he arrived, stopping me action to climb over the short glass wall of the San Francisco Proper's rooftop lounge & bar. I would have fully committed to jump off that building.

Side note: this hotel is situated in the middle of the transgender district of San Francisco. YET, so many of the staff consistently misgendered me. One even couldn't make up there mind to which designators to appropriately use. I don't know if anyone has ever been called "Sir-miss-ma'am-sir" before, but lemme tell you, it's one of the most disheartening feelings you'll ever experience.

✅ With a weakened immune system from me broken heart I became more susceptible to all these viruses floating around. EVEN being fully vaccinated I still contracted COVID and it kept me bed ridden for about three weeks. It's the only illness I've ever experienced where I suffered simultaneous vomiting and diarrhea.

IT IS THE WORST. It might have been even worse yet, if I weren't vaxxed. Please vaccinate. no joke. save yourself. save your family. save your friends. save your community.

✅ Things have gotten so dire for me that I've even started an "OnlyFans" - since I couldn't do me gig work delivering food and packages, I needed to try and find some other way to make up me rent; selling pics of me B'hole, just to try & save me ass (from homelessness)-

I feel for anyone who focuses on sex work as their main source of income. it's only been active for about a month, and in me attempts to "promote" meself, I've received death threats, and the absolute worst interactions with perverts who were only looking at me for a free lay. People can be so cruel, just so absolutely deplorable. I feel me soul tarnished by other's disgusting, unrestricted linguistic violence.

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✅ Since trying to "promote" meself and to some extent put meself out there, again, dating-wise. I've reactivated quite a few of me old dating app accounts: five or so. The response has be just so overwhelming. Hundreds if not thousands of men have been trying for me attention, which is nice and all, but with so many also comes with that many more bad actors. Even still, I actually started talking to this charming man a few weeks ago. Figured I try to give dating men a chance again after some terrible experiences almost a decade ago. He, the charming man, eventually enticed me enough to go up and see him. Everything was fine for a while, we were hitting it off, bonding over videogames. I still feel like I'm just one of the guys. So I felt safe, but truthfully I'm just a baby-trans, not used to all the new changes in me body. The fact that I now have B cup breasts, and I'm sexually desirable, still escapes me in ways I cannot explain. I mean, I see it online, but in person it's completely different. Perhaps it's me autism and how I have always struggled with interpersonal social cues. Maybe it was because I was drunk enough off the wine he offered, exacerbated by the fact I hadn't eaten at all that day. He took advantage of me. He became aggressively lustful. He raped me.

I was shook.

It took me a day to come to terms with it. Since I disassociated most of it. [A key trait of borderline personality disorder is dissociation & personality switching] It's hard to make much sense of it. Bits and pieces come back in nightmare flashes. Worse is the aftermath of it all. Especially being torn "down there". I've spent last few days in and out of the hospital with the sexual assault response team "SART" nurses. Me body has been photographed, swabbed, pricked, scanned, and whatever else. The post rape medicine prescribed as a preventive measure to STIs, messed with me stomach, and I somehow came down with another illness that infected me sinuses. Where all the symptoms combined made it seem like I had covid yet again. Regardless it's kept me from working. I'm on a waitlist for financial support through the YWCA to help with this. Unfortunately, it'll be a few months before any of that comes through.

I NEED HELP NOW

Although, me apartment manger has tried to keep the owners off me back. I've been behind on rent too long, and with the MORATORIUM officially over, these ruthless landlords are within their legal right to evict. In doing so, will be leaving me sick, raped, heartbroken, and homeless as of August first.

Unless you can find it in your heart to help.

If you are unable to donate, SHARING is just as helpful if not potentially even more so.

MAY THE GODS BLESS YOU

Here's a little bonus; every transperson, specifically trans woman face, day to day. I get this kind of thing daily, mostly online, but occasionally out on public in some manner or another: