•your anxiety has made it difficult for you to voice your opinion
•your anxiety has made it difficult to dress the way you want
•your anxiety has made it difficult to ask for help
•your anxiety has made you constantly worry if you are being annoying and wonder if your friends and family are valid relationships or if they just put up with you because they have to
And please know that you are not fighting this battle alone. You are worth more than your anxiety says. You matter and so does your opinion and your say. You are awesome
To everyone reblogging this piece of art from zamii070
Please I urge you NOT to do so. This “friend” she mentions to have drawn for is a man named Matthew James Gridley aka Griddles. He has been charged with counts of csa(x) and has produced lolicon of said characters above. I plead that the young users here do not engage in contact or seek his attention. I just really want everyone to be safe, especially the kids/teens.
I’m Eli, a Jewish agender 18-year-old with ADHD and BPD. My parents have been emotionally, physically, and financially/economically abusive and controlling throughout my childhood to me and my sibling, even after we turned 18. Last week they ramped up that abuse and control to unbearable levels by stealing hundreds of dollars worth of my possessions and extending their abuse and control tactics even further with the help of an abusive psychologist. I couldn’t stay in that abusive environment any longer, so I left and have been couch-hopping since then. My parents continue to try and find me and coerce me into coming home by attempting to cut off my communications with other people by turning off my data and texting, withholding from me thousands of dollars of my money that I previously entrusted to them, and stealing $400 dollars right out of my bank account before i could transfer the money to my current non-joint account, leaving me with almost nothing. I’ll hopefully be going back to either community college or Brandeis in the spring or next fall, depending on whether my parents decide to pay for it and whether i can shorten my mandatory health leave, but until then I’m going to be homeless with only a few possibilities for where to stay, all of which are either short term, have a high chance of falling through, or both. Due to multiple factors, including debilitating executive function problems and having no permanent residence or area, it will be extremely hard for me to get or hold down a job, let alone one that pays well enough to fund college if my parents cut me off completely.
I’ve set up a Youcaring page for donations, which I’ve linked below and at the top. Please donate to help me replace my stuff and find a place to live and work. Boost this as much as you can by reblogging and sharing this!
TL;DR: I’m a mentally ill/disabled Jewish agender 18-year old who escaped an abusive situation and is now homeless. Your donations will help me replace missing property stolen from me by my parents as well as help me find and pay for stable housing, employment, meds, and food.
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I walked onto my campus to see this today.
I came down a set of stairs, to see this before me. My heart stopped in my chest, I stopped talking mid sentence. I was paralyzed with fear. I could only see the bold red swastika, I couldn’t read the signs.
How could they just display a notorious hate symbol - the Nazi swastika - out in the open like that?
I was very abruptly reminded I am Jewish and this is not a safe place for me. In before “it’s a Buddhist symbol” - it’s red and not facing the right way. That’s a Nazi Swastika.
I want it to be known that the University of South Carolina did not stop this. Multiple students, myself included, came forward, expressing feeling unsafe, or distaste and disgust and asked for its removal. The university defended their ability to fly a hate symbol that strikes fear and memories of horror into minority students – because they weren’t really Nazis, they were protestors arguing for “free speech” and “anti-censorship”.
Nevermind that I panicked as I was led away by a friend. Nevermind that I was reminded I could very easily be at risk. Nevermind that I felt scared and unsafe and worried for other Jewish students. Nevermind that I confronted them and explained how uncomfortable and scared it made me - how I told them I’d met Neo-Nazis face to face - how my own extended family had been murdered in the Holocaust - that they would never understand that fear.
What the University of South Carolina doesn’t realize is, they have set a very scary precedent.
It’s okay if you fly a hate flag, or have a hate symbol as your icon. So long as you don’t actually *say* ‘wow I hate Jews’ you’re fine, it’s your “freedom”; What this means is, any antisemite, any Neo-Nazi or Nazi-sympathizer, can now proudly display a swastika… so long as they don’t actually SAY they’re a Nazi. What this means is, this campus just became a whole lot less safe for Jews. Now we have to work twice as hard to stay safe.
Share this. Let it be known that USC officials let them fly this for the duration of their time on Greene Street, the main street of our campus.
@jewish-privilege @littlegoythings @tikkunolamorgtfo and other jumblr blogs: please help me get this noticed. My university did not listen to me.
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ARTISTS ARE ALL “OH LOOK I DID THIS SMOL THING I LIKE IT VERY MUCH” AND THEY KEEP. DOING. IT.
AND YOU GET TO LOOK AT IT.
DO. NOT. TELL. SOMEONE. THEIR. ART. IS. TOO. EXPENSIVE.
YOU UNGRATEFUL CHILDREN.
This is Saipan, a tiny but beautiful U.S. territory out in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. This is where I was born and raised. This is my home.
On Aug. 2, 2015, it was hit directly by Earth’s most powerful storm this year: Super Typhoon Soudelor. It was the worst typhoon our island has seen in a decade, and it was devastating. It is now in a state of emergency and flagged a “disaster area.”
Damaged cars, telephone poles, roofs, fallen trees amongst other debris now dominates this once beautiful island. These pictures are just a tiny fraction of all the damage taken from Super Typhoon Soudelor.
The airports and seaports were shut down. Emergency relief planes could not land for a time, because debris had to be removed from the airstrips.
The first plane to fly in held people from FEMA.
Entire homes have been claimed, leaving over 350 families homeless and living in makeshift shelters at various schools around the island, shelters which have been maxed out.
Amongst these people are my friends and family who have lost almost everything. (My own mom and sister had to take shelter in a neighbor’s home after a portion of our roof ripped off. They were nearly trapped in there, unable to open the door because the pressure in the house was too strong. I have several other family members and friends who have had their homes damaged.)
After the storm, a total of two Shell gas stations were up and operational. The lines for gas at each station were at least two miles long. Because of a 500 gallon leakage in the storage tanks into the port of Saipan, residents are only allowed $20 worth of gas each to help conserve the dwindling supply.
Only small sections of the island have running water, and the only power that is available is that through generators.
Fortunately, no casualties have been reported, and relief efforts are underway. Saipan is going to be only one of many victims of the strongest storm of the year.
The hardest thing for me about this situation is that I’m not there, and I can’t help them recover from this. Spreading the word is literally the only thing I can do that is within my power, and I’m asking for you to do the same.
Please donate to this cause to help save Saipan and the CNMI.
http://www.gofundme.com/savethecnmi
I understand if you can’t (hell, I’m not able to donate either), but please help get the word out and reblog this. This is my first time reaching out to the Tumblr community for help on such a serious matter, and I’m hoping it will be the last.
Please signal boost!
I’m gonna write down your url if you reblog and put it in an envelope for my friend who’s going through a tough time and needs some reassuring.