TL;DR:

Hi friends — I’m Kitty, a 27-year-old queer artist, children’s instructor, performer, and caretaker in the Bay Area. I was displaced from my home due to severe toxic mold exposure and landlord negligence that caused serious health issues, forced me to throw away many of my belongings, and left me without a safe space.

I’ve since found a new place to live (moving in April 1!), but I need help rebuilding from the ground up — from essentials to clean furniture to tools for my healing and work.

If you can donate, share, or send love — thank you from the bottom of my heart. <3

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A Little About Me:

My name is Kitty. I’m a movement artist, children’s instructor, pet sitter, and the founder of Kitty Kreationz, where I sell handmade jewelry and vend at events. I’ve worked hard to build a creative life rooted in joy, embodiment, and care for my community.

This mold crisis has disrupted both my home and my ability to do the creative, healing work I love. Your support helps me rebuild not just a safe space — but the life and work I’ve poured my heart into. <3

My Story:

I have lived in my home since 2019. It was a space I cherished deeply — a sanctuary where I found comfort, built my creative work, ran my businesses, and planted roots for over five years. It was truly my dream home.. But around two years ago, I began to recognize how debilitating my ADHD was becoming and how chronically fatigued I felt. I assumed it was just a normal part of aging…

Over the past year, my symptoms intensified. I started having extreme problems with word recollection, brain fog, and memory assimilation. I was struggling to have daily conversations, and felt embarrassed about not being able to complete a sentence or hold a thought. I also began experiencing chronic sore throats, and my symptoms only continued to pile on — skin rashes, insomnia, joint pain, headaches, and an overall sense that my body was no longer functioning like it used to.

I was confused and scared. My bloodwork looked “normal” to my primary care physician — and I kept being told I was fine. But I knew I wasn’t. After beginning to research mold toxicity, I now suspect I am living with CIRS (Chronic Inflammatory Response Syndrome).

In early 2025, my roommate requested mold testing after getting very sick and recognizing she felt better when she was out of the home.

When the initial testing was done for my roommate's room/ living room, our property manager only shared select results — leaving out key findings from shared spaces. For weeks, we believed the mold was isolated to one room.

It wasn’t until I firmly demanded the full reports that they finally admitted toxic mold was throughout the entire home, including personal bedrooms and common areas. My bedroom, where I spent the most time, had the highest toxic levels overall. We then vacated the premises on Feb 20th.

We were told the remediation was complete and the house was safe — and were allowed to return on March 8. But when I walked back in, I saw it for what it was: peeling paint still revealing mold, visible mold in the bathroom and basement, and nothing fixed beyond a simple carpet change. They let us move back into a house still full of toxic mold — hoping no one would notice or speak up.

A walkthrough was only scheduled because I insisted. I pointed out every sign of contamination again, only to be dismissed and blamed. They painted over the peeling paint mold area and even blamed us for the mold’s presence in different parts of the home. Just hours later, they called and admitted the remediation team “hadn't been honest” — and we’d need to vacate again. It was very clear they knew the space was never safe to come back to.

After 10 days, they completed another air test after all the remediation and the results showed MORE evidence of black mold in the house. That was the moment I knew the home I once loved would never be safe again.

This mold didn’t happen overnight. The home had clear maintenance/ neglect issues for years that I began piecing together:

Displacement + Loss:

I’ve now been displaced since February 20 — living out of bags, staying with friends and in Airbnbs, and trying to work and care for my cat Mew through extreme instability. I’ve had to reject multiple gigs and put my life on hold to look for housing and also look into building a legal case. Unfortunately, lawyers do not think there is a strong case here as they did try “fixing” the mold issue quickly.

Due to the severity of the contamination and my mold sensitivities, I’ve had to part with many of my belongings — and will need to let go of more as I move into my new home to heal. t’s been an extremely emotional and heartbreaking experience returning to my old house, only to throw away items that appear “good,” but have been contaminated.

I was the longest-standing tenant in that home, so nearly everything in the shared kitchen and living room belonged to me.

I’m doing my best to salvage what I can by deep-cleaning during the transition, but sadly, some items that are porous have been permanently affected by mycotoxin exposure. Toxic black mold is no joke — especially for sensitive individuals like me. Bringing contaminated items into a clean space could set my healing back significantly.

What I have tossed/ will toss soon:

Where Your Support Will Go:

I’m slowly rebuilding my life, health, and safe space — one mold-free piece at a time. Asking for help like this is vulnerable, but necessary. I’ve learned that healing requires support, and community truly makes a difference.

If you’re able to donate — thank you, from the bottom of my heart. <3

If you can share this or keep me in your prayers — that means just as much. <3

Every bit helps me move toward stability, breath, and restoration.

About the Goal:

I haven’t set a fixed fundraising goal at this time — my situation is still evolving, and I’m continuing to discover new needs as I move through this process. I do not have the time/ capacity to create a budget right now as I am amidst the process of tossing/ moving/ decontaminating but I plan to very soon and will set a fixed goal then.

Anything you’re able to give truly helps, whether it’s $5, $50, or simply sharing this with someone who might be able to support. Every act of kindness makes a difference right now, and I’m deeply grateful for the love and care I’ve already received. <3

With love and deep gratitude,

Kitty