Signal Boost
My friend Shannon is still looking for help. Reposting for signal boost:
Paypal: punknewsie@gmail.com Shannon's Gofundme
My name is Shannon and I lived in San Francisco my whole life until October of 2013, I ended up homeless and had to move in with my parents in Las Vegas. ( where they retired._
My mother tricked me to move out here through a series of lies and manipulations. While she was talking to me I was living in a loft bed in the living room of an elderly friend. Barely making enough to support myself, but I was happy.
I was told I would have a room and work space and that I would be able to take my time and find work. I’ve applied for 2000 jobs in the past 2 years. When I got here, I found out my space was a broken futon in the upstairs hallway.
I asked about a dresser or someplace to put my clothes in, and she laughed in my face, then the next day she bought my 18 year old brother and my 18 year old nephew new dressers. Then took me to target with her, and went down the furniture isle and said nothing we need here and took me home.
She leaves passive aggressive notes with long lists of chores, and at the bottom it tells the boys they don’t have to do anything but watch me work.
She has recently told me I need to throw out the belongings I haven’t unpacked, because they are taking up too much room in her garage, because I’m not allowed to unpack.
I get in trouble for getting packages from friends or using gifts cards and get accused of having hidden money.
Recently when I stand up to her she has threatened to hit me, my dad just ignores all this and tells me to just do what she asks and keep her happy.
I have had 4 suicide attempts since I moved here, one of which nearly worked but I started throwing up all over the place and survived. My family just thought I was sick.
I get yelled at for cooking food for myself despite the fact I clean up after myself so now I feel anxiety when I need to eat or am hungry. I can’t keep living like this.
Today she told me to clean my space and get the things out from under my bed, which is the only place I have to store things. So she is basically telling me to pack the few things I have unpacked.
I got in trouble for scraping together money to go see Captain America: The Winter Solider.
I am 800 miles away from any friends, and have no other family to turn too, I can’t post this on face book for fear the people I live with will see it. I don’t even post to face book anymore, because she accuses me of things when I do post.
I’ve been told I’ll be kicked out if I don’t cheer up and forced to apologize for being depressed and told that I have nothing to be depressed about. My mother pushes my triggers that I have to trigger self harm, then makes fun of me for it, and tells me I am making the family look bad and need to at lest fake being happy when I am around them.
I don’t eat, I cry myself to sleep, I wake up crying…. I need help. I need to move but I need help. I don’t do anything I love anymore, and because I can’t see well enough to drive I am completely dependent on my abuser and don’t even leave the house anymore unless it’s for my internship.
signal boosts and reblogs and plurks and tweets are all appreciated if you can give me a hand thank you very much. Things are just getting worse.
I am trying to raise around 6000, to get out and get myself set up, 2000 will go to shipping my belongs and the rest to finding work, a place to live and getting there as well as transit.
Paypal: punknewsie@gmail.com Shannon's Gofundme
My name is Shannon and I lived in San Francisco my whole life until October of 2013, I ended up homeless and had to move in with my parents in Las Vegas. ( where they retired._
My mother tricked me to move out here through a series of lies and manipulations. While she was talking to me I was living in a loft bed in the living room of an elderly friend. Barely making enough to support myself, but I was happy.
I was told I would have a room and work space and that I would be able to take my time and find work. I’ve applied for 2000 jobs in the past 2 years. When I got here, I found out my space was a broken futon in the upstairs hallway.
I asked about a dresser or someplace to put my clothes in, and she laughed in my face, then the next day she bought my 18 year old brother and my 18 year old nephew new dressers. Then took me to target with her, and went down the furniture isle and said nothing we need here and took me home.
She leaves passive aggressive notes with long lists of chores, and at the bottom it tells the boys they don’t have to do anything but watch me work.
She has recently told me I need to throw out the belongings I haven’t unpacked, because they are taking up too much room in her garage, because I’m not allowed to unpack.
I get in trouble for getting packages from friends or using gifts cards and get accused of having hidden money.
Recently when I stand up to her she has threatened to hit me, my dad just ignores all this and tells me to just do what she asks and keep her happy.
I have had 4 suicide attempts since I moved here, one of which nearly worked but I started throwing up all over the place and survived. My family just thought I was sick.
I get yelled at for cooking food for myself despite the fact I clean up after myself so now I feel anxiety when I need to eat or am hungry. I can’t keep living like this.
Today she told me to clean my space and get the things out from under my bed, which is the only place I have to store things. So she is basically telling me to pack the few things I have unpacked.
I got in trouble for scraping together money to go see Captain America: The Winter Solider.
I am 800 miles away from any friends, and have no other family to turn too, I can’t post this on face book for fear the people I live with will see it. I don’t even post to face book anymore, because she accuses me of things when I do post.
I’ve been told I’ll be kicked out if I don’t cheer up and forced to apologize for being depressed and told that I have nothing to be depressed about. My mother pushes my triggers that I have to trigger self harm, then makes fun of me for it, and tells me I am making the family look bad and need to at lest fake being happy when I am around them.
I don’t eat, I cry myself to sleep, I wake up crying…. I need help. I need to move but I need help. I don’t do anything I love anymore, and because I can’t see well enough to drive I am completely dependent on my abuser and don’t even leave the house anymore unless it’s for my internship.
signal boosts and reblogs and plurks and tweets are all appreciated if you can give me a hand thank you very much. Things are just getting worse.
I am trying to raise around 6000, to get out and get myself set up, 2000 will go to shipping my belongs and the rest to finding work, a place to live and getting there as well as transit.