Post by Paige on Sept 2, 2015 12:26:14 GMT -8
I don't really no how to go about saying this, so blunt mode activate: I need a place to stay till the 28th of September, I am currently broke, but am willing to pay in chores, cooking or other favors.
For a less tl;dr version: I have been living with my sister for the last yearish, and she decided that that was enough time for me to get my shit together, which it was, well almost. as of the 28th of this month I will be going back to school, and Uncle Sam is giving me money to do so, which will be tight for my needs but enough to live off, the problem being that its the second now and twenty six days on the streets are not an appealing thing to me, and I would figure most people. Which brings me to where I am now.
I feel like further explaining to those of you who may not know at this point why a it has taken me a year to get back on my feet. I have Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, brought on by early childhood sexual abuse and slightly more normal childhood abuse, Attention Deficit Disorder, I am on the Autistic scale, and have Clinical Depression. Which was slightly managable untlill about 9 months ago, I came out to myself, which is to say I realized that I am a transgender person, specifically a non-binary demigirl. And like a bug bite that doesn't bother you until you notice it, dysphoria became an added weight that I couldn't handle ontop of all of my other issues. I have done allot in the last nine months in an attempt to help alliviate this issues while also still looking for a job and some of as some of my closer and long time friends can say I apparently have been moderately successful in this.
As a slightly unrelated or possibly an unimportant/irrelevant issue after the 28th when I should get the rest of my fafsa, the part that doesn't just go to tuition I will have some amount of money to cover a meager rent and am also looking for a place to stay then.
Sorry for the wall of text
For a less tl;dr version: I have been living with my sister for the last yearish, and she decided that that was enough time for me to get my shit together, which it was, well almost. as of the 28th of this month I will be going back to school, and Uncle Sam is giving me money to do so, which will be tight for my needs but enough to live off, the problem being that its the second now and twenty six days on the streets are not an appealing thing to me, and I would figure most people. Which brings me to where I am now.
I feel like further explaining to those of you who may not know at this point why a it has taken me a year to get back on my feet. I have Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, brought on by early childhood sexual abuse and slightly more normal childhood abuse, Attention Deficit Disorder, I am on the Autistic scale, and have Clinical Depression. Which was slightly managable untlill about 9 months ago, I came out to myself, which is to say I realized that I am a transgender person, specifically a non-binary demigirl. And like a bug bite that doesn't bother you until you notice it, dysphoria became an added weight that I couldn't handle ontop of all of my other issues. I have done allot in the last nine months in an attempt to help alliviate this issues while also still looking for a job and some of as some of my closer and long time friends can say I apparently have been moderately successful in this.
As a slightly unrelated or possibly an unimportant/irrelevant issue after the 28th when I should get the rest of my fafsa, the part that doesn't just go to tuition I will have some amount of money to cover a meager rent and am also looking for a place to stay then.
Sorry for the wall of text