Hello, my name is Sarah. I’m asking that you consider sparing me some financial aid.

To get it out of the way; if you are not comfortable paying me straight, I can give you the donation page to my ABLE (Achieving a Better Life Experience) account. The direct functions the same as a PayPal one, but does not take a cut and goes straight into that account. The program is designed for people who became disabled as children, and can only be used for approved purchases. The purchases being medical related costs, food, rent, and the like. I cannot use the money in it on entertainment or unnecessary goods like video games and clothing. As it is non-taxable and not able to be counted for financial aid/welfare services, it is monitored by the government. They will know if I use the money improperly and will sue me. Using it would ensure that I am not scamming you.

My father’s bank account just over drafted by $100, his credit card is maxed, our food stamps are used up until the 8th of next month, and 3 of my credit cards were decline yesterday. The causes were all less than a combined cart full of groceries from Walmart and The Discount Food Centre. We had to stock up on emergency food as a snow storm was rolling in. We’ll be trapped in our apartment for the next week or so.

My family consists of me, my father, and older sister. I am a 27 year old girl who is battling various health issues, including an autoimmune disease that has kneecapped my nervous system and is starting to damage my liver- on top of causing me to need an expensive specialized diet. I cannot work and am on Social Security Survivors Benefits, as the “disabled child of a deceased wage earner”, my mother died when I was 14, so I’m receiving what she would have if she lived long enough to retire. My elderly father, also receiving a pathetic social security check of his own, has most of the same conditions and more that stem from an incident where the road, that he was driving his fully loaded semi-truck on, collapsed. His truck proceeded to roll down a mountain- thankfully he was not wearing a seatbelt and was thrown out after one roll, but he broke his back, herniated two disks, and received some brain damage. My sister is autistic to the point she is unable to work. She has tried to take multiple jobs, but is always flat out fired within a month- even from telemarketing. They are both completely dependent on me for their daily care.

I’m am too disabled to work, yet I’m basically pulling 24/7 shifts as a caretaker. It has been this way since I was 10 years old. I don’t have any extended family to rely on, and no friends I can turn to. A few years ago, I became completely anti-social, because of pain, anxiety, PTSD, lack of money, and feeling ashamed for all the aforementioned. I’m terrified of people, and too easily exhausted- leaving me bedridden from the slightest exertion. Even writing this post, knowing that other humans will see it, is making me cry.

But I desperately need money to pay for my and my father’s medical bills and groceries (which will in-tern help with other bills- as any money I receive will free up the capitol to pay for phone, power, water, trash, my dad’s car insurance, pet food, debt, and rent). Thankfully, my sister is able to have full coverage through Medicaid, they don’t charge co-pays or premiums – but my father and I are on Medicare. Meaning we have co-pays, premiums, and one of my medications is not covered- it’s $90, 10% of my monthly income. Without that medication, I am in such intense pain that I just lay in bed crying all of the time. I am not even able to tolerate looking at a screen to watch television, nor any noises such as audiobooks and music. But it looks like I’ll have to skip it for the next few months.

As mentioned before, my father and I are on social security disability. Despite being young, my body is so glitched that I am completely unable to work. I was barely able to graduate 8th grade, due to attendance issues, and stopped attending highschool in 9th grade- I legally dropped out on my 16th birthday. It didn’t help that my mother died and my aunts kidnapped me (in an attempted to steal an insurance settlement I was due, they did manage to steal all of my inheritance, belongings, savings, college grants, and identity), right after I was thrust into Advanced Placement classes- which worsened my attendance further and crashed my grades. Because my crashed grades, I lost my 4 year university scholarship at the same time that I had $10,000 in college grants, that I won from baseball game contests, stolen from me. Not like it’d have done me any good, because of my health, but it still sucks. I could have had a free PHD by now. 

I managed to get my health under control enough to make it through one semester of community college, but my body broke down shortly after beginning the second semester. It was when I tried to attend beauty school that I finally got to learn that most of my health issues stemmed from my nervous and immune systems- my doctor was forced to acknowledge it after I threw a complete fit and demanded him to send me to cardiology and rheumatology. I was inspired to do so after passing out multiple times at school, and finding myself in more intense pain than I had ever felt, thanks to lidocaine injections in my back. The shots had triggered my immune system to attack the muscles that received the injections. Sadly, the damage is now irreversible, and will only continue to get worse. I didn’t get treatment soon enough to prevent permanent damage, and now all I can do is slow it down. It’s pretty devastating, I had a lot of dreams and hopes, I tried so hard, but it just wasn’t meant to be.

 

Anyway, that’s my sob story. I have never once asked anyone for money, not since I was a child when I asked my parents to let me buy toys and candy. I’ve suffered through all of this on my own for 17 years. Even my mother was not around to help me when she was alive. I’m in way over my head.

This is the hardest thing I have ever had to write, I don’t want to ask for help. But I’m not in a place to protect my pride.

Please, help me.

• Listing ID: 3457
• My City: Wenatchee

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