“A Disabled Father Without Footsteps”

My name is Brandon, and I’m a disabled father, artist, and advocate. I live with permanent spinal damage, chronic infection, and mobility challenges that make every step a battle. But the hardest part isn’t physical—it’s emotional. I’m fighting for the right to be a father to my daughter, Bria. And I’m doing it without income for rent, and without the support most fathers take for granted.

I was injured in an accident involving law enforcement. Then hospitalized twice with life-threatening spinal infections. While I fought for my life, my truck was stolen, my storage unit emptied, and my dignity stripped away. I was discharged with a walker and a wheelchair—but no way to carry either. No shoes. No home. No plan.

Now I live in transitional housing, attend physical therapy three times a week, and fight for disability recognition. But I’m also fighting for something deeper: the chance to reclaim my role as a father. To show Bria that I didn’t disappear—I was pushed out. And I’m clawing my way back.

This fundraiser helps me stay sheltered, access care, and continue the legal fight for visitation and recognition, as well as waiting on disability approval, which is a very timely process. Every dollar is a step toward stability. Every share is a breath of hope. I’ve posted real photos—my broken phone, my hospital room, my walker, and my daughter—because this is real.

I’m not asking for pity. I’m asking for oxygen. For the chance to rewrite the narrative. For the right to be a father, even if I can’t walk to her yet.