urgent: please help me!

lostindaydreams-gemz:

*PLEASE READ/SIGNAL BOOST*

May 1st, my last attempt to try and get help.

Hi everyone, my name is Gemma and I could really use your help to eat, this coming month. Is anyone may be able to send me £20 or even £5 so I can buy myself food/essentials for today and tomorrow? Or a little bit more to help me until the end of May(25th) when my benefit will be reinstated.

**I know that I’ve made this post before but, I’ve had to remake it as my last one was embarrassingly long and received a lot of notes but I’m still really struggling to get groceries/toiletries and general household supplies (laundry powder, dish soap etc..) as my benefit has been sanctioned and reassessed due to a Work Capability Assessment (WCA) and is pending appeal and I won’t receive any financial aid until May(25th).

*my local council, food banks, and churches aren’t able to assist me anymore*

I also understand that everyone is struggling, but even just £1/$1/€1 makes such a difference. I could really use all the help I can possibly get and sharing definitely helps just as much a donations and nobody has to donate if they can’t or don’t want to, thank you so, so much🙏💖

PayPalKo-fi

♡My YouCaring post with all the evidence/information about my situation and benefit sanction.

bara-cuuda:

luscifers:

anyway now that we’re on the topic i just wanna say all my love goes to wlw who are terrified of having sex with girls bc they think their bodies are gross or not attractive enough and who always feel like they gotta compare to their partner aesthetically (esp us fatties)! you’re sexy and your girl will love every single inch of you!

Thank you for this. I’ve unfortunately never had a 100% positive experience with another woman, partly because my former partners worked to make me feel ashamed of my body and appearance based on sexist societal norms. I had to remind myself a couple of times that I am beautiful the way I am because they almost made me forget.

Remember- you are a goddess and deserve nothing less than to feel confident in your own skin. Only accept partners who understand this need and treats you with kindness and respect.

baapi-makwa:

Boozhoo (hello), my name is Ken, I am a disabled Ojibwe artist from northern Wisconsin. I am writing this post because I am having a hard time making ends meet and any donations I could possibly receive at this time would be greatly appreciated. Recent events have left my bank account depleted and my cupboards bare, I have some food but it will not last and I still do not know how I will cover all the utility bills.

I do have PayPal, that is really the best way to donate at this time, the email I use for that is: baapimakwa@gmail.com, or you can click here.

Click here to support Help Disabled Mother and Daughter Pay for Medication

sssibilance:

I’m Paige. She/her or they/them.  I have bipolar type 1, ME/CFS, fibromyalgia, and chronic pain syndrome.  I use a cane and a wheelchair, but am mostly homebound and unable to work.  I’m in the super long SSI app process.  Meanwhile, my cripple mum and I are living off her tiny SSDI payments.  I get food stamps, she does not.  I try to get editing work (I have my MA in English), but it’s hard to come by.

My late father’s family has disowned me for identifying as queer/genderqueer (they think it’s a bad word) and “panhandling” (having a fundraiser).  My mother’s family is anti-queer, so we don’t have much support.  I have Celiac disease, and my gluten free food is more expensive than normal; we struggle to pay for food when the food stamps run out.

Please, please RT if you can.  Any donation amount helps; truly.  I am also available to do editing, copywriting, and resumè makeover work.  Thank you.

Click here to support Help Disabled Mother and Daughter Pay for Medication

prettysicksupply:

In the mid-90s there was this thing that happened in our sort of.. .elementary school parent social culture which I like to call- The Peanut Panic.  

Now, I want to start by saying I think the peanut panic is actually, ultimately, a good thing.  Because suddenly you had this previously unheard of awareness and caution about deadly food allergies springing up in elementary and middle schools.  

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Suddenly it became seriously not ok to bring in class goodies with nuts of any kind ESPECIALLY peanuts, and those who chose to ignore those warnings were appropriately educated.  One of the kids I went to school with (whose mom was actually my mom’s best friend) went to the ER one day because some kid’s mom decided it wasn’t important enough to keep nuts out of the brownies she sent for the class.  And they were chopped small enough that he didn’t notice and had to be treated for anaphylaxis. (He was ok in the end, but it was pretty terrifying for all involved).

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But the downside of the peanut panic is that even now, there’s this assumption that food allergies always equal death.  So if you have a mild or even moderate food allergy and you try to avoid it- you can often end up in an endless loop of not being allergic enough to be considered allergic.

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Celiacs deal with this A TON.  Aside from the obvious battle to just be taken seriously at all (which is bullshit), there is a lot of- “but it’s not like gluten will KILL YOU so it’s not an allergy.”  

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Except it is.  I have a similar problem with nightshades, so does my sister.  We’re both allergic, in varying degrees, to nightshades. I got lucky and mine is what you might call relapsing/remitting.  (which is a pain in the ass).  Hers though, is not.  For me, when my allergy is active and I eat nightshades (which in case you don’t know is all the delicious veggies like potatoes and tomatoes and peppers and chilis … oh, and eggplant), I end up spending anywhere from  hours to DAYS in the bathroom.  In extreme cases I will not only have… digestive issues? But I’ll also end up throwing up everything I’ve eaten in the last month.  It can get BAD.

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Odds are though, it won’t ever actually kill me. 

But that doesn’t mean I’m not allergic.  My sister experiences her allergy expression in pain.  Body aches and pains all over, constantly, for days.  She didn’t even figure out what was causing it until I mentioned my allergy and she did an elimination diet to test it.

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We are both allergic.  We’re not going to die if we eat a tomato, or have french fries.  But you better believe we make sure it’s worth the pain first.

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The point is- we really need non-allergic people to stop equating all food allergies with death.  Because it’s just not that simple.  And having a non-lethal food allergy is no less valid than having a lethal one.  So when your friend or loved one says, I can’t eat this I’m allergic- don’t flip out and invalidate it just because you know it won’t flat out kill them.  BELIEVE people with food allergies- no matter how severe or uncommon.  And RESPECT those allergies.  Don’t try to be sneaky and slip in things they’ve said they’re allergic to.  Just because it won’t kill them doesn’t make it ok to fuck with someone’s system and you have no idea what kind of misery you’re handing out just because you want to roll your eyes and stay ignorant.

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And if someone gives YOU shit about your non-lethal food allergy remind them- people don’t generally die because of their seasonal allergies, or allergies to dust- but that doesn’t make them any less allergic.

sunflorally:

your relationship doesn’t have to be toxic to be a bad one. it can be unfulfilling, exhausting, loveless. and someone doesn’t have to be terrible to you for you to leave them. if you aren’t primarily happy in your relationship, you have a valid reason to not be in it. don’t beat yourself up because your situation “could be worse.” if it isn’t what you want, you don’t have to stay in it.

crunchthedeerstroyer:

humunanunga:

When a customer says some Weird Shit in the middle of check-out,

Okay, so very recently, I was cashiering for Publix, and it was late at night, and I actually didn’t wanna be there, go figure. So this woman walks up, buying about 15-20 items, which is a pretty clean run for me, so I’m scanning her groceries, and we carry a small conversation.

During this conversation, she asks me if I’m in school, and I say yes. I tell her about how exams went, as they were near that period, and told her I had a Biology exam that was over genetics. And she looks me straight in the eyes, with seriousness of a heart attack being read in every wrinkle of her white soccer mom face, and says: “Oh, I’m a Christian, I don’t believe in genetics.”

Flabbergasted. My eyes do that spinny rainbow thing that Apple computers do when theyre buffering. A second goes by. I’ve gone through all stages of grief at this point, but haven’t reached acceptance. I have to say something, I have to say SOMETHING. If I just stare at her through this, she’ll know I think she’s fucking dumb and she might get angry, and I don’t need that. Two seconds have gone by. I have stopped scanning groceries at this point, and am just being violently shot back and forth between two sections of the galaxy. I can feel my body taking leave of my soul. Three seconds. I have to say something. 

“Anyway, I did well on my accounting exam, so that’s something. Do you have any coupons?”