I’m always kntting, and this autumn, I’ve been knitting for charity, and sewing knit squares together to make blankets. Here’s me and my partner of seventeen years with blankets two and three at the donation point. I’m on the left, holding the one I dubbed ‘the ugly blanket’, which I knit all the squares for myself from scraps and oddments of yarn I’ve bought or inherited from failed knitters over the years. We’ve got two more with just ends to be woven in before they’re ready to go, bringing our personal household total to five blankets, plus all the plarn my partner’s been making that other people are crocheting into water resistant sleeping mats. Not bad for about a month’s work.
EDIT: I should clarify, the five blankets were not all knit by me, just assembled, with the exception of the Ugly Blanket. That one’s all me.
My heart is heavy to even say this – I am homeless. I am writing this from inside a local McDonalds because it is freezing outside. My social worker is working on finding me a motel to stay in, but I am scared to be out here with nowhere to call home. The shelters are full tonight, and most of those are not even wheelchair accessible.
My heart is breaking – I have lost everything I once had. I was enrolled in university, living in student residence, and making friends. It all went south on November 14th, 2017 when I tried to end my own life. I was admitted to the psychiatric ward until December 4th, 2017. When I came home, the university said they were concerned for my safety and they could not offer me the resources I needed to be well mentally. I was asked to leave my only wheelchair accessible home.
Tomorrow I am going into the school to appeal their decision to evict me from student residence. No one should be treated badly simply because they have mental health struggles. I am going to therapy and taking all the necessary steps to ensure I do not end up back in the hospital.
Tonight I will stay in a motel with the money fundraised and see where it goes from here. My mother is still working on making the necessary renovations to our family home but we need your help. Please reblog this and share it everywhere.
If you can, please click here to make a monetary donation to my GoFundMe.
i’m homeless now i think. i dunno. my mom told me i could leave so i did. i’m, uh. kind of in shock i guess? i don’t know if this is real.
but uh. hi, my name’s john. i’m a seventeen year old transgender minor who has schizophrenia, autism, and dissociative identity disorder. i can’t drive, i don’t have a bank account, or a car, or a place to stay. i didn’t get kicked out, i’d probably be welcome if i went back home, but…i dunno. i’m trying to come to terms with things. i don’t know what i should really be asking for here. there’s three issues i’m worried about, i guess.
a) medication. i’m on a lot of really important medication that keeps me functioning (makes me less prone to unreality issues like hallucinations or delusions and the likes), one for my hypothyroidism that keeps me from gaining weight rapidly, antidepressants, and adderall. i’m a little bit worried about how i’ll do without them, but i don’t really know how anyone could help with that.
b) money. i have a paypal account, and i recently got a bank account under my mother’s name, but. considering everything i’m sure she’s disabled my card by now, not that it matters considering i only had twenty dollars on it, but like, fuck. i guess i’ll put a donations link at the end of this post or something, and then see what i can do about getting a debit card.
c) shelter. i don’t have anyone in town who doesn’t know my mom/that wouldn’t take me back to her right away if i told them what happened, so i’m kind of pressed on that for now. i literally have no idea how to resolve this. the closest person to me that i trust is in WA, and the person i trust the most is in OH. i’m in UT, so i don’t know how to resolve that either. i don’t have any way of buying a bus ticket or anything until i get a bank account, which i don’t know how to do, because i’m underage.
i have my laptop, a cell phone that my mother has already disabled, my drawing tablet, a nintendo switch, a 3ds, two jackets, one sweatshirt, two pairs of pants, one pair of socks, one pair of shoes that need to be replaced, $2.12, and three pairs of glasses. i dunno why i picked up the things i did. i was kind of freaking out. i have no fucking idea what i’m going to do.
if anyone has advice, or money to spare, i’d appreciate that.
– Real Estate becoming more and more inclined towards rich people quickly buying-and-selling (aka shadow flipping) houses in order to make exorbitant amounts of money and creating situations where empty houses are rampant in cities where homelessness is at record highs – Landlords being bullies
Someone has to say it – DOMESTIC VIOLENCE.
Both spousal abuse and child abuse lead to homelessness. A large percentage of women and juveniles sleeping rough came from violent homes. And by violent, I mean all forms of violence – physical, sexual and emotional brutality.
knitting in the dark 