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DATE: September 27, 2026 at 06:00PM
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-------------------------------------------------TITLE: People in strained relationships show somewhat higher preference for hearing lies
A study in Poland asked participants whether they preferred their partner to lie or tell the truth. Results showed that people less satisfied with their relationship tended to show a somewhat greater preference for hearing lies, both prosocial and egoistic. They also tended to perceive blatant truth as more harmful. The paper was published in The Journal of Social Psychology.
Honesty is widely regarded as a foundation of healthy romantic relationships. It is widely believed to support trust, commitment, and relationship satisfaction. At the same time, people do not always view complete truthfulness as the best response when honesty is likely to cause unnecessary emotional pain.
Prosocial lies, which are intended to benefit another person rather than the liar, are often judged more favorably than selfish deception. In romantic relationships, such lies can sometimes protect a partner’s feelings, preserve self-esteem, and help maintain harmony. They may also support positive illusions, in which partners view themselves, each other, or their relationship somewhat more favorably than objective reality would justify.
These positive beliefs can promote optimism, reduce conflict, and contribute to relationship satisfaction, particularly when they reinforce a sense of security and connection. Emotional resilience—the ability to adapt and recover from stress or adversity—may influence whether people prefer difficult truths or more reassuring forms of communication, with less resilient individuals potentially finding harsh information more difficult to manage.
The Theory of Resilience and Relational Load suggests that supportive and validating interactions help build emotional reserves that allow couples to cope more effectively with stress. From this perspective, occasional prosocial dishonesty can sometimes function as a protective form of communication, although it creates an ongoing tension between the values of honesty, kindness, and relationship stability.
Study authors Sebastian Wnęk and Katarzyna Cantarero conducted a study aiming to examine the relationship between relationship satisfaction, emotional resilience, and the preference for prosocial lies. They hypothesized that higher relationship satisfaction is associated with a greater preference for hearing prosocial lies, and a lower preference for hearing egoistic lies (lies told primarily to benefit the liar). They also expected individuals with lower emotional resilience to show a greater preference for hearing prosocial lies.
Study participants were 672 residents of Poland who had been in a romantic relationship for at least one year, recruited from a research panel. 336 of them were women. Their average age was 46 years. For their participation, they received points that could be exchanged for various goods such as headsets or flash drives.
Participants were first shown six stories that described different scenarios involving themselves and their partner. In three of these scenarios, the partner had the option to lie egoistically or tell the truth, while in the other three, the partner could tell a prosocial lie, or the truth.
Participants’ task was to choose which option they would prefer to hear from their partner (the lie offered in the scenario or the truth) in each scenario. After this, they completed assessments of relationship satisfaction (the Relationship Assessment Scale), emotional resilience (the Brief Resilience Scale), closeness, perceived importance of truth, perceptions of how blatant truth affects a romantic relationship, conflict avoidance, and whether participants would lie prosocially to their partner.
The results showed that participants preferred prosocial lies more than egoistic lies. Participants who showed a higher preference for lies, both prosocial and egoistic, tended to be somewhat less satisfied with their relationships and to perceive truth as more harmful. They also saw themselves as more likely to tell a prosocial lie to their partner, and showed a lower preference for the truth. Participants with a higher preference for egoistic lies tended to see themselves as somewhat less close to their partner.
The study authors tested a statistical model proposing that lower relationship satisfaction might make individuals perceive blatant truth as more harmful, leading to a higher preference for hearing prosocial lies. The results showed that such a dynamic is possible.
This model also supported the notion that the relationship between relationship satisfaction and the perception of blatant truth as harmful might depend on emotional resilience. It turned out that in individuals with high emotional resilience, the strength of the association between low relationship satisfaction and perception of blatant truth as harmful was stronger than in individuals with low emotional resilience.
“Taken together, our research not only offers a useful material that can be used in future studies that focus on deception, but also underscores the complexity of prosocial lying in romantic relationships. While prosocial lies are often viewed as more acceptable than egoistic lies, their use appears to be nevertheless undesired in satisfied romantic relationships. However, when satisfaction is low and individuals perceive truth-telling as potentially harmful, they may prefer positive illusions to honest communication,” the study authors concluded.
The study contributes to the scientific knowledge about romantic relationships. However, it should be noted that the design of the study does not allow any causal inferences to be derived from the results.
The paper, “If I cannot bounce back easily, can I handle the truth? Satisfaction in romantic relationships, resilience and preference towards prosocial lies,” was authored by Sebastian Wnęk and Katarzyna Cantarero.
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DATE: September 27, 2026 at 06:00PM
SOURCE: PSYPOST.ORG** Research quality varies widely from fantastic to small exploratory studies. Please check research methods when conclusions are very important to you. **
-------------------------------------------------TITLE: People in strained relationships show somewhat higher preference for hearing lies
A study in Poland asked participants whether they preferred their partner to lie or tell the truth. Results showed that people less satisfied with their relationship tended to show a somewhat greater preference for hearing lies, both prosocial and egoistic. They also tended to perceive blatant truth as more harmful. The paper was published in The Journal of Social Psychology.
Honesty is widely regarded as a foundation of healthy romantic relationships. It is widely believed to support trust, commitment, and relationship satisfaction. At the same time, people do not always view complete truthfulness as the best response when honesty is likely to cause unnecessary emotional pain.
Prosocial lies, which are intended to benefit another person rather than the liar, are often judged more favorably than selfish deception. In romantic relationships, such lies can sometimes protect a partner’s feelings, preserve self-esteem, and help maintain harmony. They may also support positive illusions, in which partners view themselves, each other, or their relationship somewhat more favorably than objective reality would justify.
These positive beliefs can promote optimism, reduce conflict, and contribute to relationship satisfaction, particularly when they reinforce a sense of security and connection. Emotional resilience—the ability to adapt and recover from stress or adversity—may influence whether people prefer difficult truths or more reassuring forms of communication, with less resilient individuals potentially finding harsh information more difficult to manage.
The Theory of Resilience and Relational Load suggests that supportive and validating interactions help build emotional reserves that allow couples to cope more effectively with stress. From this perspective, occasional prosocial dishonesty can sometimes function as a protective form of communication, although it creates an ongoing tension between the values of honesty, kindness, and relationship stability.
Study authors Sebastian Wnęk and Katarzyna Cantarero conducted a study aiming to examine the relationship between relationship satisfaction, emotional resilience, and the preference for prosocial lies. They hypothesized that higher relationship satisfaction is associated with a greater preference for hearing prosocial lies, and a lower preference for hearing egoistic lies (lies told primarily to benefit the liar). They also expected individuals with lower emotional resilience to show a greater preference for hearing prosocial lies.
Study participants were 672 residents of Poland who had been in a romantic relationship for at least one year, recruited from a research panel. 336 of them were women. Their average age was 46 years. For their participation, they received points that could be exchanged for various goods such as headsets or flash drives.
Participants were first shown six stories that described different scenarios involving themselves and their partner. In three of these scenarios, the partner had the option to lie egoistically or tell the truth, while in the other three, the partner could tell a prosocial lie, or the truth.
Participants’ task was to choose which option they would prefer to hear from their partner (the lie offered in the scenario or the truth) in each scenario. After this, they completed assessments of relationship satisfaction (the Relationship Assessment Scale), emotional resilience (the Brief Resilience Scale), closeness, perceived importance of truth, perceptions of how blatant truth affects a romantic relationship, conflict avoidance, and whether participants would lie prosocially to their partner.
The results showed that participants preferred prosocial lies more than egoistic lies. Participants who showed a higher preference for lies, both prosocial and egoistic, tended to be somewhat less satisfied with their relationships and to perceive truth as more harmful. They also saw themselves as more likely to tell a prosocial lie to their partner, and showed a lower preference for the truth. Participants with a higher preference for egoistic lies tended to see themselves as somewhat less close to their partner.
The study authors tested a statistical model proposing that lower relationship satisfaction might make individuals perceive blatant truth as more harmful, leading to a higher preference for hearing prosocial lies. The results showed that such a dynamic is possible.
This model also supported the notion that the relationship between relationship satisfaction and the perception of blatant truth as harmful might depend on emotional resilience. It turned out that in individuals with high emotional resilience, the strength of the association between low relationship satisfaction and perception of blatant truth as harmful was stronger than in individuals with low emotional resilience.
“Taken together, our research not only offers a useful material that can be used in future studies that focus on deception, but also underscores the complexity of prosocial lying in romantic relationships. While prosocial lies are often viewed as more acceptable than egoistic lies, their use appears to be nevertheless undesired in satisfied romantic relationships. However, when satisfaction is low and individuals perceive truth-telling as potentially harmful, they may prefer positive illusions to honest communication,” the study authors concluded.
The study contributes to the scientific knowledge about romantic relationships. However, it should be noted that the design of the study does not allow any causal inferences to be derived from the results.
The paper, “If I cannot bounce back easily, can I handle the truth? Satisfaction in romantic relationships, resilience and preference towards prosocial lies,” was authored by Sebastian Wnęk and Katarzyna Cantarero.
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DATE: September 27, 2026 at 06:00PM
SOURCE: PSYPOST.ORG** Research quality varies widely from fantastic to small exploratory studies. Please check research methods when conclusions are very important to you. **
-------------------------------------------------TITLE: People in strained relationships show somewhat higher preference for hearing lies
A study in Poland asked participants whether they preferred their partner to lie or tell the truth. Results showed that people less satisfied with their relationship tended to show a somewhat greater preference for hearing lies, both prosocial and egoistic. They also tended to perceive blatant truth as more harmful. The paper was published in The Journal of Social Psychology.
Honesty is widely regarded as a foundation of healthy romantic relationships. It is widely believed to support trust, commitment, and relationship satisfaction. At the same time, people do not always view complete truthfulness as the best response when honesty is likely to cause unnecessary emotional pain.
Prosocial lies, which are intended to benefit another person rather than the liar, are often judged more favorably than selfish deception. In romantic relationships, such lies can sometimes protect a partner’s feelings, preserve self-esteem, and help maintain harmony. They may also support positive illusions, in which partners view themselves, each other, or their relationship somewhat more favorably than objective reality would justify.
These positive beliefs can promote optimism, reduce conflict, and contribute to relationship satisfaction, particularly when they reinforce a sense of security and connection. Emotional resilience—the ability to adapt and recover from stress or adversity—may influence whether people prefer difficult truths or more reassuring forms of communication, with less resilient individuals potentially finding harsh information more difficult to manage.
The Theory of Resilience and Relational Load suggests that supportive and validating interactions help build emotional reserves that allow couples to cope more effectively with stress. From this perspective, occasional prosocial dishonesty can sometimes function as a protective form of communication, although it creates an ongoing tension between the values of honesty, kindness, and relationship stability.
Study authors Sebastian Wnęk and Katarzyna Cantarero conducted a study aiming to examine the relationship between relationship satisfaction, emotional resilience, and the preference for prosocial lies. They hypothesized that higher relationship satisfaction is associated with a greater preference for hearing prosocial lies, and a lower preference for hearing egoistic lies (lies told primarily to benefit the liar). They also expected individuals with lower emotional resilience to show a greater preference for hearing prosocial lies.
Study participants were 672 residents of Poland who had been in a romantic relationship for at least one year, recruited from a research panel. 336 of them were women. Their average age was 46 years. For their participation, they received points that could be exchanged for various goods such as headsets or flash drives.
Participants were first shown six stories that described different scenarios involving themselves and their partner. In three of these scenarios, the partner had the option to lie egoistically or tell the truth, while in the other three, the partner could tell a prosocial lie, or the truth.
Participants’ task was to choose which option they would prefer to hear from their partner (the lie offered in the scenario or the truth) in each scenario. After this, they completed assessments of relationship satisfaction (the Relationship Assessment Scale), emotional resilience (the Brief Resilience Scale), closeness, perceived importance of truth, perceptions of how blatant truth affects a romantic relationship, conflict avoidance, and whether participants would lie prosocially to their partner.
The results showed that participants preferred prosocial lies more than egoistic lies. Participants who showed a higher preference for lies, both prosocial and egoistic, tended to be somewhat less satisfied with their relationships and to perceive truth as more harmful. They also saw themselves as more likely to tell a prosocial lie to their partner, and showed a lower preference for the truth. Participants with a higher preference for egoistic lies tended to see themselves as somewhat less close to their partner.
The study authors tested a statistical model proposing that lower relationship satisfaction might make individuals perceive blatant truth as more harmful, leading to a higher preference for hearing prosocial lies. The results showed that such a dynamic is possible.
This model also supported the notion that the relationship between relationship satisfaction and the perception of blatant truth as harmful might depend on emotional resilience. It turned out that in individuals with high emotional resilience, the strength of the association between low relationship satisfaction and perception of blatant truth as harmful was stronger than in individuals with low emotional resilience.
“Taken together, our research not only offers a useful material that can be used in future studies that focus on deception, but also underscores the complexity of prosocial lying in romantic relationships. While prosocial lies are often viewed as more acceptable than egoistic lies, their use appears to be nevertheless undesired in satisfied romantic relationships. However, when satisfaction is low and individuals perceive truth-telling as potentially harmful, they may prefer positive illusions to honest communication,” the study authors concluded.
The study contributes to the scientific knowledge about romantic relationships. However, it should be noted that the design of the study does not allow any causal inferences to be derived from the results.
The paper, “If I cannot bounce back easily, can I handle the truth? Satisfaction in romantic relationships, resilience and preference towards prosocial lies,” was authored by Sebastian Wnęk and Katarzyna Cantarero.
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HELLO, PEOPLE, I NEED SOME FREAKING HELP, HELLO!
It is Monday, September 28th, and this #disabled man existing in #poverty is truthfully struggling. Constant pain, sleepless nights, hunger-filled days, blood pressure on a continuous rollercoaster, declining executive cognitive function, hands that no longer work right, vertigo that keeps me dizzy, bad knees, and difficulty walking, stooping, or bending. Every day I fight with the choice of what I can eat versus whether I can afford to take a shower or have clean clothes. My near non-existent disability income cannot cover even a quarter of life today. Every facet of my existence hangs on a precarious precipice. I have no safety at all. I am begging for help to live, begging for compassion and dignity, and it nearly never comes. What trickles in is appreciated more than anyone realizes, but it is never enough to offer breathing room or begin to weave a net of safety, let alone address urgent needs. I am exhausted mentally, spiritually, and physically. I need a major infusion of financial support. I have never expected one person to bear my burdens; I only hope all will help how they can, with the compassion and empathy they themselves would pray for if they were in need. I am 48, disabled, in poverty, with nowhere to turn. I have had a very hard life. How much longer must I fight and endure an existence void of compassion, empathy, support, respect, dignity, and safety? Please, I am not in a good place. Please help me climb out of this hell of desperation today.
Existence is stealing my vision as constant pain and exhaustion reign in this disabled, poverty-stricken corpse. My sight, like the rest of me, is suffering. Some days things are clear for a little while, but more often it’s a dark fuzzy blur, a shrinking tunnel. Bright light hurts; dim light makes fine details impossible. Coupled with joints actively revolting against me, even the mundane becomes extraordinary. If I sit too long, my ankles, knees, and hips lock. If I stand too long, my legs burn and stiffen. If I lie down in my torture-device bed, everything goes haywire. My wrists and hands go numb, my shoulders and back ache, and trying to sit upright feels like it takes days. Every movement, every breath becomes a battle that lasts too long. My thoughts fade and fray more each day as my bowels constantly complain there is no food. If I were a corpse, this decay would make sense, but as I am somehow still alive, simply existing is becoming more than I can bear.
I really don’t feel well. I am exhausted, in pain, anxious, unable to get comfortable, and unsure what I will eat tonight. I am worn out from it all, and people simply do not understand, nor do they attempt to feign empathy if they cannot express it naturally. It gets old explaining over and over that I am disabled and aging, which means my disabilities worsen. I exist in poverty because I am disabled, and it is infuriating when people think I can just do A, B, C despite me making it clear I cannot. If humanity were not such a failure, maybe I could raise the money I need to live beyond barely existing, have help in my life, and maybe even help someone else who suffers the way I have most of my life.
My body and mind are degrading to the point that doing things most people take for granted is becoming extremely difficult. On top of my normal unmet needs, it is imperative that I raise the money to buy property and build my own forever home, so I have security and stability. If I am lucky, I could help others through the rest of my life by having a place to offer them support. But obtaining my own forever home has become an immediate need. I have no family to call on, no friends to rely on. I am disabled, in poverty, and getting older by the minute. Please help me today.
I am having a rough life. Between the disabled life in poverty and the effects of aging in poverty for so long, things keep getting harder. My body is in constant pain, my mattress is 20 years old and useless, and I have no room for a couch or recliner to alternate positions. My body is in constant conflict with itself. My hands randomly drop things and ache all day. My vision is degrading. My mental executive functions are noticeably declining. My tiny cave is a mess; I need to organize and clean, but I lack the physical energy and the financial means to obtain what I need. Everything is chaos. From the constant need for food I can never afford, to underwear, socks, shoes, pants, shirts, personal hygiene — there is so much I truly need and no real way to obtain any of it. I need a massive infusion of cash to get caught up, and then monthly support to stay somewhat stable. Your compassion and support would help me in so many ways today and every day going forward.
Part of my rent is helping out where I live, but my body and mind are degrading to the point that even that is becoming difficult. On top of my normal unmet needs, it is imperative that I raise the money to buy property and build my own forever home for security and stability. If I am fortunate, I could help others through the rest of my life by having a place to offer them support. But obtaining my own forever home is now an immediate need. I have no family, no friends, I am disabled, in poverty, and getting older by the minute. Please help me today.
Please Help This Disabled Man Existing In Poverty, Today’s goal: $7,595 for LIFE. Your support today could mean nourishment safety and dignity,
Urgent need: $26,395 To Live This Year, Monthly survival: $1,500 Short-term liberation: $25,000 to climb out. $5 million to build a stable secure and permanent home in where I could thrive within my confines.
This is not a request for luxury. This is a cry for dignity.
Poverty is expensive. Disability is exhausting. Hunger is violent. The world is indifferent. But your kindness can rewrite the script.
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HELLO, PEOPLE, I NEED SOME FREAKING HELP, HELLO!
It is Monday, September 28th, and this #disabled man existing in #poverty is truthfully struggling. Constant pain, sleepless nights, hunger-filled days, blood pressure on a continuous rollercoaster, declining executive cognitive function, hands that no longer work right, vertigo that keeps me dizzy, bad knees, and difficulty walking, stooping, or bending. Every day I fight with the choice of what I can eat versus whether I can afford to take a shower or have clean clothes. My near non-existent disability income cannot cover even a quarter of life today. Every facet of my existence hangs on a precarious precipice. I have no safety at all. I am begging for help to live, begging for compassion and dignity, and it nearly never comes. What trickles in is appreciated more than anyone realizes, but it is never enough to offer breathing room or begin to weave a net of safety, let alone address urgent needs. I am exhausted mentally, spiritually, and physically. I need a major infusion of financial support. I have never expected one person to bear my burdens; I only hope all will help how they can, with the compassion and empathy they themselves would pray for if they were in need. I am 48, disabled, in poverty, with nowhere to turn. I have had a very hard life. How much longer must I fight and endure an existence void of compassion, empathy, support, respect, dignity, and safety? Please, I am not in a good place. Please help me climb out of this hell of desperation today.
Existence is stealing my vision as constant pain and exhaustion reign in this disabled, poverty-stricken corpse. My sight, like the rest of me, is suffering. Some days things are clear for a little while, but more often it’s a dark fuzzy blur, a shrinking tunnel. Bright light hurts; dim light makes fine details impossible. Coupled with joints actively revolting against me, even the mundane becomes extraordinary. If I sit too long, my ankles, knees, and hips lock. If I stand too long, my legs burn and stiffen. If I lie down in my torture-device bed, everything goes haywire. My wrists and hands go numb, my shoulders and back ache, and trying to sit upright feels like it takes days. Every movement, every breath becomes a battle that lasts too long. My thoughts fade and fray more each day as my bowels constantly complain there is no food. If I were a corpse, this decay would make sense, but as I am somehow still alive, simply existing is becoming more than I can bear.
I really don’t feel well. I am exhausted, in pain, anxious, unable to get comfortable, and unsure what I will eat tonight. I am worn out from it all, and people simply do not understand, nor do they attempt to feign empathy if they cannot express it naturally. It gets old explaining over and over that I am disabled and aging, which means my disabilities worsen. I exist in poverty because I am disabled, and it is infuriating when people think I can just do A, B, C despite me making it clear I cannot. If humanity were not such a failure, maybe I could raise the money I need to live beyond barely existing, have help in my life, and maybe even help someone else who suffers the way I have most of my life.
My body and mind are degrading to the point that doing things most people take for granted is becoming extremely difficult. On top of my normal unmet needs, it is imperative that I raise the money to buy property and build my own forever home, so I have security and stability. If I am lucky, I could help others through the rest of my life by having a place to offer them support. But obtaining my own forever home has become an immediate need. I have no family to call on, no friends to rely on. I am disabled, in poverty, and getting older by the minute. Please help me today.
I am having a rough life. Between the disabled life in poverty and the effects of aging in poverty for so long, things keep getting harder. My body is in constant pain, my mattress is 20 years old and useless, and I have no room for a couch or recliner to alternate positions. My body is in constant conflict with itself. My hands randomly drop things and ache all day. My vision is degrading. My mental executive functions are noticeably declining. My tiny cave is a mess; I need to organize and clean, but I lack the physical energy and the financial means to obtain what I need. Everything is chaos. From the constant need for food I can never afford, to underwear, socks, shoes, pants, shirts, personal hygiene — there is so much I truly need and no real way to obtain any of it. I need a massive infusion of cash to get caught up, and then monthly support to stay somewhat stable. Your compassion and support would help me in so many ways today and every day going forward.
Part of my rent is helping out where I live, but my body and mind are degrading to the point that even that is becoming difficult. On top of my normal unmet needs, it is imperative that I raise the money to buy property and build my own forever home for security and stability. If I am fortunate, I could help others through the rest of my life by having a place to offer them support. But obtaining my own forever home is now an immediate need. I have no family, no friends, I am disabled, in poverty, and getting older by the minute. Please help me today.
Please Help This Disabled Man Existing In Poverty, Today’s goal: $7,595 for LIFE. Your support today could mean nourishment safety and dignity,
Urgent need: $26,395 To Live This Year, Monthly survival: $1,500 Short-term liberation: $25,000 to climb out. $5 million to build a stable secure and permanent home in where I could thrive within my confines.
This is not a request for luxury. This is a cry for dignity.
Poverty is expensive. Disability is exhausting. Hunger is violent. The world is indifferent. But your kindness can rewrite the script.
🔗 Donate here: paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=… 💸 CashApp: $woctxphotog
Please share. Please help. Every dollar matters. Every act of compassion echoes.
#MutualAid, #Disabled, #Poverty, #Help, #Survival, #Compassion, #Pain, #MentalHealth, #Food, #Groceries, #Hygiene, #Anxiety, #PTSD, #Bipolar, #Dignity, #Disablity, #Life, #Housing, #Support, #Aging, #Love, #Empathy, #Health, #Rent, #Cronicillness, #dentalhealth, #healthcare, -
HELLO, PEOPLE, I NEED SOME FREAKING HELP, HELLO!
It is Monday, September 28th, and this #disabled man existing in #poverty is truthfully struggling. Constant pain, sleepless nights, hunger-filled days, blood pressure on a continuous rollercoaster, declining executive cognitive function, hands that no longer work right, vertigo that keeps me dizzy, bad knees, and difficulty walking, stooping, or bending. Every day I fight with the choice of what I can eat versus whether I can afford to take a shower or have clean clothes. My near non-existent disability income cannot cover even a quarter of life today. Every facet of my existence hangs on a precarious precipice. I have no safety at all. I am begging for help to live, begging for compassion and dignity, and it nearly never comes. What trickles in is appreciated more than anyone realizes, but it is never enough to offer breathing room or begin to weave a net of safety, let alone address urgent needs. I am exhausted mentally, spiritually, and physically. I need a major infusion of financial support. I have never expected one person to bear my burdens; I only hope all will help how they can, with the compassion and empathy they themselves would pray for if they were in need. I am 48, disabled, in poverty, with nowhere to turn. I have had a very hard life. How much longer must I fight and endure an existence void of compassion, empathy, support, respect, dignity, and safety? Please, I am not in a good place. Please help me climb out of this hell of desperation today.
Existence is stealing my vision as constant pain and exhaustion reign in this disabled, poverty-stricken corpse. My sight, like the rest of me, is suffering. Some days things are clear for a little while, but more often it’s a dark fuzzy blur, a shrinking tunnel. Bright light hurts; dim light makes fine details impossible. Coupled with joints actively revolting against me, even the mundane becomes extraordinary. If I sit too long, my ankles, knees, and hips lock. If I stand too long, my legs burn and stiffen. If I lie down in my torture-device bed, everything goes haywire. My wrists and hands go numb, my shoulders and back ache, and trying to sit upright feels like it takes days. Every movement, every breath becomes a battle that lasts too long. My thoughts fade and fray more each day as my bowels constantly complain there is no food. If I were a corpse, this decay would make sense, but as I am somehow still alive, simply existing is becoming more than I can bear.
I really don’t feel well. I am exhausted, in pain, anxious, unable to get comfortable, and unsure what I will eat tonight. I am worn out from it all, and people simply do not understand, nor do they attempt to feign empathy if they cannot express it naturally. It gets old explaining over and over that I am disabled and aging, which means my disabilities worsen. I exist in poverty because I am disabled, and it is infuriating when people think I can just do A, B, C despite me making it clear I cannot. If humanity were not such a failure, maybe I could raise the money I need to live beyond barely existing, have help in my life, and maybe even help someone else who suffers the way I have most of my life.
My body and mind are degrading to the point that doing things most people take for granted is becoming extremely difficult. On top of my normal unmet needs, it is imperative that I raise the money to buy property and build my own forever home, so I have security and stability. If I am lucky, I could help others through the rest of my life by having a place to offer them support. But obtaining my own forever home has become an immediate need. I have no family to call on, no friends to rely on. I am disabled, in poverty, and getting older by the minute. Please help me today.
I am having a rough life. Between the disabled life in poverty and the effects of aging in poverty for so long, things keep getting harder. My body is in constant pain, my mattress is 20 years old and useless, and I have no room for a couch or recliner to alternate positions. My body is in constant conflict with itself. My hands randomly drop things and ache all day. My vision is degrading. My mental executive functions are noticeably declining. My tiny cave is a mess; I need to organize and clean, but I lack the physical energy and the financial means to obtain what I need. Everything is chaos. From the constant need for food I can never afford, to underwear, socks, shoes, pants, shirts, personal hygiene — there is so much I truly need and no real way to obtain any of it. I need a massive infusion of cash to get caught up, and then monthly support to stay somewhat stable. Your compassion and support would help me in so many ways today and every day going forward.
Part of my rent is helping out where I live, but my body and mind are degrading to the point that even that is becoming difficult. On top of my normal unmet needs, it is imperative that I raise the money to buy property and build my own forever home for security and stability. If I am fortunate, I could help others through the rest of my life by having a place to offer them support. But obtaining my own forever home is now an immediate need. I have no family, no friends, I am disabled, in poverty, and getting older by the minute. Please help me today.
Please Help This Disabled Man Existing In Poverty, Today’s goal: $7,595 for LIFE. Your support today could mean nourishment safety and dignity,
Urgent need: $26,395 To Live This Year, Monthly survival: $1,500 Short-term liberation: $25,000 to climb out. $5 million to build a stable secure and permanent home in where I could thrive within my confines.
This is not a request for luxury. This is a cry for dignity.
Poverty is expensive. Disability is exhausting. Hunger is violent. The world is indifferent. But your kindness can rewrite the script.
🔗 Donate here: paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=… 💸 CashApp: $woctxphotog
Please share. Please help. Every dollar matters. Every act of compassion echoes.
#MutualAid, #Disabled, #Poverty, #Help, #Survival, #Compassion, #Pain, #MentalHealth, #Food, #Groceries, #Hygiene, #Anxiety, #PTSD, #Bipolar, #Dignity, #Disablity, #Life, #Housing, #Support, #Aging, #Love, #Empathy, #Health, #Rent, #Cronicillness, #dentalhealth, #healthcare, -
Help would be greatly appreciated right now;
It is Monday, September 28th, and this #disabled man existing in #poverty is truthfully struggling. Constant pain, sleepless nights, hunger-filled days, blood pressure on a continuous rollercoaster, declining executive cognitive function, hands that no longer work right, vertigo that keeps me dizzy, bad knees, and difficulty walking, stooping, or bending. Every day I fight with the choice of what I can eat versus whether I can afford to take a shower or have clean clothes. My near non-existent disability income cannot cover even a quarter of life today. Every facet of my existence hangs on a precarious precipice. I have no safety at all. I am begging for help to live, begging for compassion and dignity, and it nearly never comes. What trickles in is appreciated more than anyone realizes, but it is never enough to offer breathing room or begin to weave a net of safety, let alone address urgent needs. I am exhausted mentally, spiritually, and physically. I need a major infusion of financial support. I have never expected one person to bear my burdens; I only hope all will help how they can, with the compassion and empathy they themselves would pray for if they were in need. I am 48, disabled, in poverty, with nowhere to turn. I have had a very hard life. How much longer must I fight and endure an existence void of compassion, empathy, support, respect, dignity, and safety? Please, I am not in a good place. Please help me climb out of this hell of desperation today.
Existence is stealing my vision as constant pain and exhaustion reign in this disabled, poverty-stricken corpse. My sight, like the rest of me, is suffering. Some days things are clear for a little while, but more often it’s a dark fuzzy blur, a shrinking tunnel. Bright light hurts; dim light makes fine details impossible. Coupled with joints actively revolting against me, even the mundane becomes extraordinary. If I sit too long, my ankles, knees, and hips lock. If I stand too long, my legs burn and stiffen. If I lie down in my torture-device bed, everything goes haywire. My wrists and hands go numb, my shoulders and back ache, and trying to sit upright feels like it takes days. Every movement, every breath becomes a battle that lasts too long. My thoughts fade and fray more each day as my bowels constantly complain there is no food. If I were a corpse, this decay would make sense, but as I am somehow still alive, simply existing is becoming more than I can bear.
I really don’t feel well. I am exhausted, in pain, anxious, unable to get comfortable, and unsure what I will eat tonight. I am worn out from it all, and people simply do not understand, nor do they attempt to feign empathy if they cannot express it naturally. It gets old explaining over and over that I am disabled and aging, which means my disabilities worsen. I exist in poverty because I am disabled, and it is infuriating when people think I can just do A, B, C despite me making it clear I cannot. If humanity were not such a failure, maybe I could raise the money I need to live beyond barely existing, have help in my life, and maybe even help someone else who suffers the way I have most of my life.
My body and mind are degrading to the point that doing things most people take for granted is becoming extremely difficult. On top of my normal unmet needs, it is imperative that I raise the money to buy property and build my own forever home, so I have security and stability. If I am lucky, I could help others through the rest of my life by having a place to offer them support. But obtaining my own forever home has become an immediate need. I have no family to call on, no friends to rely on. I am disabled, in poverty, and getting older by the minute. Please help me today.
I am having a rough life. Between the disabled life in poverty and the effects of aging in poverty for so long, things keep getting harder. My body is in constant pain, my mattress is 20 years old and useless, and I have no room for a couch or recliner to alternate positions. My body is in constant conflict with itself. My hands randomly drop things and ache all day. My vision is degrading. My mental executive functions are noticeably declining. My tiny cave is a mess; I need to organize and clean, but I lack the physical energy and the financial means to obtain what I need. Everything is chaos. From the constant need for food I can never afford, to underwear, socks, shoes, pants, shirts, personal hygiene — there is so much I truly need and no real way to obtain any of it. I need a massive infusion of cash to get caught up, and then monthly support to stay somewhat stable. Your compassion and support would help me in so many ways today and every day going forward.
Part of my rent is helping out where I live, but my body and mind are degrading to the point that even that is becoming difficult. On top of my normal unmet needs, it is imperative that I raise the money to buy property and build my own forever home for security and stability. If I am fortunate, I could help others through the rest of my life by having a place to offer them support. But obtaining my own forever home is now an immediate need. I have no family, no friends, I am disabled, in poverty, and getting older by the minute. Please help me today.
Please Help This Disabled Man Existing In Poverty, Today’s goal: $7,595 for LIFE. Your support today could mean nourishment safety and dignity,
Urgent need: $26,395 To Live This Year, Monthly survival: $1,500 Short-term liberation: $25,000 to climb out. $5 million to build a stable secure and permanent home in where I could thrive within my confines.
This is not a request for luxury. This is a cry for dignity.
Poverty is expensive. Disability is exhausting. Hunger is violent. The world is indifferent. But your kindness can rewrite the script.
🔗 Donate here: paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=… 💸 CashApp: $woctxphotog
Please share. Please help. Every dollar matters. Every act of compassion echoes.
#MutualAid, #Disabled, #Poverty, #Help, #Survival, #Compassion, #Pain, #MentalHealth, #Food, #Groceries, #Hygiene, #Anxiety, #PTSD, #Bipolar, #Dignity, #Disablity, #Life, #Housing, #Support, #Aging, #Love, #Empathy, #Health, #Rent, #Cronicillness, #dentalhealth, #healthcare, -
Help would be greatly appreciated right now;
It is Monday, September 28th, and this #disabled man existing in #poverty is truthfully struggling. Constant pain, sleepless nights, hunger-filled days, blood pressure on a continuous rollercoaster, declining executive cognitive function, hands that no longer work right, vertigo that keeps me dizzy, bad knees, and difficulty walking, stooping, or bending. Every day I fight with the choice of what I can eat versus whether I can afford to take a shower or have clean clothes. My near non-existent disability income cannot cover even a quarter of life today. Every facet of my existence hangs on a precarious precipice. I have no safety at all. I am begging for help to live, begging for compassion and dignity, and it nearly never comes. What trickles in is appreciated more than anyone realizes, but it is never enough to offer breathing room or begin to weave a net of safety, let alone address urgent needs. I am exhausted mentally, spiritually, and physically. I need a major infusion of financial support. I have never expected one person to bear my burdens; I only hope all will help how they can, with the compassion and empathy they themselves would pray for if they were in need. I am 48, disabled, in poverty, with nowhere to turn. I have had a very hard life. How much longer must I fight and endure an existence void of compassion, empathy, support, respect, dignity, and safety? Please, I am not in a good place. Please help me climb out of this hell of desperation today.
Existence is stealing my vision as constant pain and exhaustion reign in this disabled, poverty-stricken corpse. My sight, like the rest of me, is suffering. Some days things are clear for a little while, but more often it’s a dark fuzzy blur, a shrinking tunnel. Bright light hurts; dim light makes fine details impossible. Coupled with joints actively revolting against me, even the mundane becomes extraordinary. If I sit too long, my ankles, knees, and hips lock. If I stand too long, my legs burn and stiffen. If I lie down in my torture-device bed, everything goes haywire. My wrists and hands go numb, my shoulders and back ache, and trying to sit upright feels like it takes days. Every movement, every breath becomes a battle that lasts too long. My thoughts fade and fray more each day as my bowels constantly complain there is no food. If I were a corpse, this decay would make sense, but as I am somehow still alive, simply existing is becoming more than I can bear.
I really don’t feel well. I am exhausted, in pain, anxious, unable to get comfortable, and unsure what I will eat tonight. I am worn out from it all, and people simply do not understand, nor do they attempt to feign empathy if they cannot express it naturally. It gets old explaining over and over that I am disabled and aging, which means my disabilities worsen. I exist in poverty because I am disabled, and it is infuriating when people think I can just do A, B, C despite me making it clear I cannot. If humanity were not such a failure, maybe I could raise the money I need to live beyond barely existing, have help in my life, and maybe even help someone else who suffers the way I have most of my life.
My body and mind are degrading to the point that doing things most people take for granted is becoming extremely difficult. On top of my normal unmet needs, it is imperative that I raise the money to buy property and build my own forever home, so I have security and stability. If I am lucky, I could help others through the rest of my life by having a place to offer them support. But obtaining my own forever home has become an immediate need. I have no family to call on, no friends to rely on. I am disabled, in poverty, and getting older by the minute. Please help me today.
I am having a rough life. Between the disabled life in poverty and the effects of aging in poverty for so long, things keep getting harder. My body is in constant pain, my mattress is 20 years old and useless, and I have no room for a couch or recliner to alternate positions. My body is in constant conflict with itself. My hands randomly drop things and ache all day. My vision is degrading. My mental executive functions are noticeably declining. My tiny cave is a mess; I need to organize and clean, but I lack the physical energy and the financial means to obtain what I need. Everything is chaos. From the constant need for food I can never afford, to underwear, socks, shoes, pants, shirts, personal hygiene — there is so much I truly need and no real way to obtain any of it. I need a massive infusion of cash to get caught up, and then monthly support to stay somewhat stable. Your compassion and support would help me in so many ways today and every day going forward.
Part of my rent is helping out where I live, but my body and mind are degrading to the point that even that is becoming difficult. On top of my normal unmet needs, it is imperative that I raise the money to buy property and build my own forever home for security and stability. If I am fortunate, I could help others through the rest of my life by having a place to offer them support. But obtaining my own forever home is now an immediate need. I have no family, no friends, I am disabled, in poverty, and getting older by the minute. Please help me today.
Please Help This Disabled Man Existing In Poverty, Today’s goal: $7,595 for LIFE. Your support today could mean nourishment safety and dignity,
Urgent need: $26,395 To Live This Year, Monthly survival: $1,500 Short-term liberation: $25,000 to climb out. $5 million to build a stable secure and permanent home in where I could thrive within my confines.
This is not a request for luxury. This is a cry for dignity.
Poverty is expensive. Disability is exhausting. Hunger is violent. The world is indifferent. But your kindness can rewrite the script.
🔗 Donate here: paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=… 💸 CashApp: $woctxphotog
Please share. Please help. Every dollar matters. Every act of compassion echoes.
#MutualAid, #Disabled, #Poverty, #Help, #Survival, #Compassion, #Pain, #MentalHealth, #Food, #Groceries, #Hygiene, #Anxiety, #PTSD, #Bipolar, #Dignity, #Disablity, #Life, #Housing, #Support, #Aging, #Love, #Empathy, #Health, #Rent, #Cronicillness, #dentalhealth, #healthcare, -
Help would be greatly appreciated right now;
It is Monday, September 28th, and this #disabled man existing in #poverty is truthfully struggling. Constant pain, sleepless nights, hunger-filled days, blood pressure on a continuous rollercoaster, declining executive cognitive function, hands that no longer work right, vertigo that keeps me dizzy, bad knees, and difficulty walking, stooping, or bending. Every day I fight with the choice of what I can eat versus whether I can afford to take a shower or have clean clothes. My near non-existent disability income cannot cover even a quarter of life today. Every facet of my existence hangs on a precarious precipice. I have no safety at all. I am begging for help to live, begging for compassion and dignity, and it nearly never comes. What trickles in is appreciated more than anyone realizes, but it is never enough to offer breathing room or begin to weave a net of safety, let alone address urgent needs. I am exhausted mentally, spiritually, and physically. I need a major infusion of financial support. I have never expected one person to bear my burdens; I only hope all will help how they can, with the compassion and empathy they themselves would pray for if they were in need. I am 48, disabled, in poverty, with nowhere to turn. I have had a very hard life. How much longer must I fight and endure an existence void of compassion, empathy, support, respect, dignity, and safety? Please, I am not in a good place. Please help me climb out of this hell of desperation today.
Existence is stealing my vision as constant pain and exhaustion reign in this disabled, poverty-stricken corpse. My sight, like the rest of me, is suffering. Some days things are clear for a little while, but more often it’s a dark fuzzy blur, a shrinking tunnel. Bright light hurts; dim light makes fine details impossible. Coupled with joints actively revolting against me, even the mundane becomes extraordinary. If I sit too long, my ankles, knees, and hips lock. If I stand too long, my legs burn and stiffen. If I lie down in my torture-device bed, everything goes haywire. My wrists and hands go numb, my shoulders and back ache, and trying to sit upright feels like it takes days. Every movement, every breath becomes a battle that lasts too long. My thoughts fade and fray more each day as my bowels constantly complain there is no food. If I were a corpse, this decay would make sense, but as I am somehow still alive, simply existing is becoming more than I can bear.
I really don’t feel well. I am exhausted, in pain, anxious, unable to get comfortable, and unsure what I will eat tonight. I am worn out from it all, and people simply do not understand, nor do they attempt to feign empathy if they cannot express it naturally. It gets old explaining over and over that I am disabled and aging, which means my disabilities worsen. I exist in poverty because I am disabled, and it is infuriating when people think I can just do A, B, C despite me making it clear I cannot. If humanity were not such a failure, maybe I could raise the money I need to live beyond barely existing, have help in my life, and maybe even help someone else who suffers the way I have most of my life.
My body and mind are degrading to the point that doing things most people take for granted is becoming extremely difficult. On top of my normal unmet needs, it is imperative that I raise the money to buy property and build my own forever home, so I have security and stability. If I am lucky, I could help others through the rest of my life by having a place to offer them support. But obtaining my own forever home has become an immediate need. I have no family to call on, no friends to rely on. I am disabled, in poverty, and getting older by the minute. Please help me today.
I am having a rough life. Between the disabled life in poverty and the effects of aging in poverty for so long, things keep getting harder. My body is in constant pain, my mattress is 20 years old and useless, and I have no room for a couch or recliner to alternate positions. My body is in constant conflict with itself. My hands randomly drop things and ache all day. My vision is degrading. My mental executive functions are noticeably declining. My tiny cave is a mess; I need to organize and clean, but I lack the physical energy and the financial means to obtain what I need. Everything is chaos. From the constant need for food I can never afford, to underwear, socks, shoes, pants, shirts, personal hygiene — there is so much I truly need and no real way to obtain any of it. I need a massive infusion of cash to get caught up, and then monthly support to stay somewhat stable. Your compassion and support would help me in so many ways today and every day going forward.
Part of my rent is helping out where I live, but my body and mind are degrading to the point that even that is becoming difficult. On top of my normal unmet needs, it is imperative that I raise the money to buy property and build my own forever home for security and stability. If I am fortunate, I could help others through the rest of my life by having a place to offer them support. But obtaining my own forever home is now an immediate need. I have no family, no friends, I am disabled, in poverty, and getting older by the minute. Please help me today.
Please Help This Disabled Man Existing In Poverty, Today’s goal: $7,595 for LIFE. Your support today could mean nourishment safety and dignity,
Urgent need: $26,395 To Live This Year, Monthly survival: $1,500 Short-term liberation: $25,000 to climb out. $5 million to build a stable secure and permanent home in where I could thrive within my confines.
This is not a request for luxury. This is a cry for dignity.
Poverty is expensive. Disability is exhausting. Hunger is violent. The world is indifferent. But your kindness can rewrite the script.
🔗 Donate here: paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=… 💸 CashApp: $woctxphotog
Please share. Please help. Every dollar matters. Every act of compassion echoes.
#MutualAid, #Disabled, #Poverty, #Help, #Survival, #Compassion, #Pain, #MentalHealth, #Food, #Groceries, #Hygiene, #Anxiety, #PTSD, #Bipolar, #Dignity, #Disablity, #Life, #Housing, #Support, #Aging, #Love, #Empathy, #Health, #Rent, #Cronicillness, #dentalhealth, #healthcare, -
Help would be greatly appreciated right now;
It is Sunday, September 27th, and this #disabled man existing in #poverty is truthfully struggling. Constant pain, sleepless nights, hunger-filled days, blood pressure on a continuous rollercoaster, declining executive cognitive function, hands that no longer work right, vertigo that keeps me dizzy, bad knees, and difficulty walking, stooping, or bending. Every day I fight with the choice of what I can eat versus whether I can afford to take a shower or have clean clothes. My near non-existent disability income cannot cover even a quarter of life today. Every facet of my existence hangs on a precarious precipice. I have no safety at all. I am begging for help to live, begging for compassion and dignity, and it nearly never comes. What trickles in is appreciated more than anyone realizes, but it is never enough to offer breathing room or begin to weave a net of safety, let alone address urgent needs. I am exhausted mentally, spiritually, and physically. I need a major infusion of financial support. I have never expected one person to bear my burdens; I only hope all will help how they can, with the compassion and empathy they themselves would pray for if they were in need. I am 48, disabled, in poverty, with nowhere to turn. I have had a very hard life. How much longer must I fight and endure an existence void of compassion, empathy, support, respect, dignity, and safety? Please, I am not in a good place. Please help me climb out of this hell of desperation today.
Existence is stealing my vision as constant pain and exhaustion reign in this disabled, poverty-stricken corpse. My sight, like the rest of me, is suffering. Some days things are clear for a little while, but more often it’s a dark fuzzy blur, a shrinking tunnel. Bright light hurts; dim light makes fine details impossible. Coupled with joints actively revolting against me, even the mundane becomes extraordinary. If I sit too long, my ankles, knees, and hips lock. If I stand too long, my legs burn and stiffen. If I lie down in my torture-device bed, everything goes haywire. My wrists and hands go numb, my shoulders and back ache, and trying to sit upright feels like it takes days. Every movement, every breath becomes a battle that lasts too long. My thoughts fade and fray more each day as my bowels constantly complain there is no food. If I were a corpse, this decay would make sense, but as I am somehow still alive, simply existing is becoming more than I can bear.
I really don’t feel well. I am exhausted, in pain, anxious, unable to get comfortable, and unsure what I will eat tonight. I am worn out from it all, and people simply do not understand, nor do they attempt to feign empathy if they cannot express it naturally. It gets old explaining over and over that I am disabled and aging, which means my disabilities worsen. I exist in poverty because I am disabled, and it is infuriating when people think I can just do A, B, C despite me making it clear I cannot. If humanity were not such a failure, maybe I could raise the money I need to live beyond barely existing, have help in my life, and maybe even help someone else who suffers the way I have most of my life.
My body and mind are degrading to the point that doing things most people take for granted is becoming extremely difficult. On top of my normal unmet needs, it is imperative that I raise the money to buy property and build my own forever home, so I have security and stability. If I am lucky, I could help others through the rest of my life by having a place to offer them support. But obtaining my own forever home has become an immediate need. I have no family to call on, no friends to rely on. I am disabled, in poverty, and getting older by the minute. Please help me today.
I am having a rough life. Between the disabled life in poverty and the effects of aging in poverty for so long, things keep getting harder. My body is in constant pain, my mattress is 20 years old and useless, and I have no room for a couch or recliner to alternate positions. My body is in constant conflict with itself. My hands randomly drop things and ache all day. My vision is degrading. My mental executive functions are noticeably declining. My tiny cave is a mess; I need to organize and clean, but I lack the physical energy and the financial means to obtain what I need. Everything is chaos. From the constant need for food I can never afford, to underwear, socks, shoes, pants, shirts, personal hygiene — there is so much I truly need and no real way to obtain any of it. I need a massive infusion of cash to get caught up, and then monthly support to stay somewhat stable. Your compassion and support would help me in so many ways today and every day going forward.
Part of my rent is helping out where I live, but my body and mind are degrading to the point that even that is becoming difficult. On top of my normal unmet needs, it is imperative that I raise the money to buy property and build my own forever home for security and stability. If I am fortunate, I could help others through the rest of my life by having a place to offer them support. But obtaining my own forever home is now an immediate need. I have no family, no friends, I am disabled, in poverty, and getting older by the minute. Please help me today.
Please Help This Disabled Man Existing In Poverty, Today’s goal: $7,595 for LIFE. Your support today could mean nourishment safety and dignity,
Urgent need: $26,395 To Live This Year, Monthly survival: $1,500 Short-term liberation: $25,000 to climb out. $5 million to build a stable secure and permanent home in where I could thrive within my confines.
This is not a request for luxury. This is a cry for dignity.
Poverty is expensive. Disability is exhausting. Hunger is violent. The world is indifferent. But your kindness can rewrite the script.
🔗 Donate here: paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=… 💸 CashApp: $woctxphotog
Please share. Please help. Every dollar matters. Every act of compassion echoes.
#MutualAid, #Disabled, #Poverty, #Help, #Survival, #Compassion, #Pain, #MentalHealth, #Food, #Groceries, #Hygiene, #Anxiety, #PTSD, #Bipolar, #Dignity, #Disablity, #Life, #Housing, #Support, #Aging, #Love, #Empathy, #Health, #Rent, #Cronicillness, #dentalhealth, #healthcare, -
Help would be greatly appreciated right now;
It is Sunday, September 27th, and this #disabled man existing in #poverty is truthfully struggling. Constant pain, sleepless nights, hunger-filled days, blood pressure on a continuous rollercoaster, declining executive cognitive function, hands that no longer work right, vertigo that keeps me dizzy, bad knees, and difficulty walking, stooping, or bending. Every day I fight with the choice of what I can eat versus whether I can afford to take a shower or have clean clothes. My near non-existent disability income cannot cover even a quarter of life today. Every facet of my existence hangs on a precarious precipice. I have no safety at all. I am begging for help to live, begging for compassion and dignity, and it nearly never comes. What trickles in is appreciated more than anyone realizes, but it is never enough to offer breathing room or begin to weave a net of safety, let alone address urgent needs. I am exhausted mentally, spiritually, and physically. I need a major infusion of financial support. I have never expected one person to bear my burdens; I only hope all will help how they can, with the compassion and empathy they themselves would pray for if they were in need. I am 48, disabled, in poverty, with nowhere to turn. I have had a very hard life. How much longer must I fight and endure an existence void of compassion, empathy, support, respect, dignity, and safety? Please, I am not in a good place. Please help me climb out of this hell of desperation today.
Existence is stealing my vision as constant pain and exhaustion reign in this disabled, poverty-stricken corpse. My sight, like the rest of me, is suffering. Some days things are clear for a little while, but more often it’s a dark fuzzy blur, a shrinking tunnel. Bright light hurts; dim light makes fine details impossible. Coupled with joints actively revolting against me, even the mundane becomes extraordinary. If I sit too long, my ankles, knees, and hips lock. If I stand too long, my legs burn and stiffen. If I lie down in my torture-device bed, everything goes haywire. My wrists and hands go numb, my shoulders and back ache, and trying to sit upright feels like it takes days. Every movement, every breath becomes a battle that lasts too long. My thoughts fade and fray more each day as my bowels constantly complain there is no food. If I were a corpse, this decay would make sense, but as I am somehow still alive, simply existing is becoming more than I can bear.
I really don’t feel well. I am exhausted, in pain, anxious, unable to get comfortable, and unsure what I will eat tonight. I am worn out from it all, and people simply do not understand, nor do they attempt to feign empathy if they cannot express it naturally. It gets old explaining over and over that I am disabled and aging, which means my disabilities worsen. I exist in poverty because I am disabled, and it is infuriating when people think I can just do A, B, C despite me making it clear I cannot. If humanity were not such a failure, maybe I could raise the money I need to live beyond barely existing, have help in my life, and maybe even help someone else who suffers the way I have most of my life.
My body and mind are degrading to the point that doing things most people take for granted is becoming extremely difficult. On top of my normal unmet needs, it is imperative that I raise the money to buy property and build my own forever home, so I have security and stability. If I am lucky, I could help others through the rest of my life by having a place to offer them support. But obtaining my own forever home has become an immediate need. I have no family to call on, no friends to rely on. I am disabled, in poverty, and getting older by the minute. Please help me today.
I am having a rough life. Between the disabled life in poverty and the effects of aging in poverty for so long, things keep getting harder. My body is in constant pain, my mattress is 20 years old and useless, and I have no room for a couch or recliner to alternate positions. My body is in constant conflict with itself. My hands randomly drop things and ache all day. My vision is degrading. My mental executive functions are noticeably declining. My tiny cave is a mess; I need to organize and clean, but I lack the physical energy and the financial means to obtain what I need. Everything is chaos. From the constant need for food I can never afford, to underwear, socks, shoes, pants, shirts, personal hygiene — there is so much I truly need and no real way to obtain any of it. I need a massive infusion of cash to get caught up, and then monthly support to stay somewhat stable. Your compassion and support would help me in so many ways today and every day going forward.
Part of my rent is helping out where I live, but my body and mind are degrading to the point that even that is becoming difficult. On top of my normal unmet needs, it is imperative that I raise the money to buy property and build my own forever home for security and stability. If I am fortunate, I could help others through the rest of my life by having a place to offer them support. But obtaining my own forever home is now an immediate need. I have no family, no friends, I am disabled, in poverty, and getting older by the minute. Please help me today.
Please Help This Disabled Man Existing In Poverty, Today’s goal: $7,595 for LIFE. Your support today could mean nourishment safety and dignity,
Urgent need: $26,395 To Live This Year, Monthly survival: $1,500 Short-term liberation: $25,000 to climb out. $5 million to build a stable secure and permanent home in where I could thrive within my confines.
This is not a request for luxury. This is a cry for dignity.
Poverty is expensive. Disability is exhausting. Hunger is violent. The world is indifferent. But your kindness can rewrite the script.
🔗 Donate here: paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=… 💸 CashApp: $woctxphotog
Please share. Please help. Every dollar matters. Every act of compassion echoes.
#MutualAid, #Disabled, #Poverty, #Help, #Survival, #Compassion, #Pain, #MentalHealth, #Food, #Groceries, #Hygiene, #Anxiety, #PTSD, #Bipolar, #Dignity, #Disablity, #Life, #Housing, #Support, #Aging, #Love, #Empathy, #Health, #Rent, #Cronicillness, #dentalhealth, #healthcare, -
Help would be greatly appreciated right now;
It is Sunday, September 27th, and this #disabled man existing in #poverty is truthfully struggling. Constant pain, sleepless nights, hunger-filled days, blood pressure on a continuous rollercoaster, declining executive cognitive function, hands that no longer work right, vertigo that keeps me dizzy, bad knees, and difficulty walking, stooping, or bending. Every day I fight with the choice of what I can eat versus whether I can afford to take a shower or have clean clothes. My near non-existent disability income cannot cover even a quarter of life today. Every facet of my existence hangs on a precarious precipice. I have no safety at all. I am begging for help to live, begging for compassion and dignity, and it nearly never comes. What trickles in is appreciated more than anyone realizes, but it is never enough to offer breathing room or begin to weave a net of safety, let alone address urgent needs. I am exhausted mentally, spiritually, and physically. I need a major infusion of financial support. I have never expected one person to bear my burdens; I only hope all will help how they can, with the compassion and empathy they themselves would pray for if they were in need. I am 48, disabled, in poverty, with nowhere to turn. I have had a very hard life. How much longer must I fight and endure an existence void of compassion, empathy, support, respect, dignity, and safety? Please, I am not in a good place. Please help me climb out of this hell of desperation today.
Existence is stealing my vision as constant pain and exhaustion reign in this disabled, poverty-stricken corpse. My sight, like the rest of me, is suffering. Some days things are clear for a little while, but more often it’s a dark fuzzy blur, a shrinking tunnel. Bright light hurts; dim light makes fine details impossible. Coupled with joints actively revolting against me, even the mundane becomes extraordinary. If I sit too long, my ankles, knees, and hips lock. If I stand too long, my legs burn and stiffen. If I lie down in my torture-device bed, everything goes haywire. My wrists and hands go numb, my shoulders and back ache, and trying to sit upright feels like it takes days. Every movement, every breath becomes a battle that lasts too long. My thoughts fade and fray more each day as my bowels constantly complain there is no food. If I were a corpse, this decay would make sense, but as I am somehow still alive, simply existing is becoming more than I can bear.
I really don’t feel well. I am exhausted, in pain, anxious, unable to get comfortable, and unsure what I will eat tonight. I am worn out from it all, and people simply do not understand, nor do they attempt to feign empathy if they cannot express it naturally. It gets old explaining over and over that I am disabled and aging, which means my disabilities worsen. I exist in poverty because I am disabled, and it is infuriating when people think I can just do A, B, C despite me making it clear I cannot. If humanity were not such a failure, maybe I could raise the money I need to live beyond barely existing, have help in my life, and maybe even help someone else who suffers the way I have most of my life.
My body and mind are degrading to the point that doing things most people take for granted is becoming extremely difficult. On top of my normal unmet needs, it is imperative that I raise the money to buy property and build my own forever home, so I have security and stability. If I am lucky, I could help others through the rest of my life by having a place to offer them support. But obtaining my own forever home has become an immediate need. I have no family to call on, no friends to rely on. I am disabled, in poverty, and getting older by the minute. Please help me today.
I am having a rough life. Between the disabled life in poverty and the effects of aging in poverty for so long, things keep getting harder. My body is in constant pain, my mattress is 20 years old and useless, and I have no room for a couch or recliner to alternate positions. My body is in constant conflict with itself. My hands randomly drop things and ache all day. My vision is degrading. My mental executive functions are noticeably declining. My tiny cave is a mess; I need to organize and clean, but I lack the physical energy and the financial means to obtain what I need. Everything is chaos. From the constant need for food I can never afford, to underwear, socks, shoes, pants, shirts, personal hygiene — there is so much I truly need and no real way to obtain any of it. I need a massive infusion of cash to get caught up, and then monthly support to stay somewhat stable. Your compassion and support would help me in so many ways today and every day going forward.
Part of my rent is helping out where I live, but my body and mind are degrading to the point that even that is becoming difficult. On top of my normal unmet needs, it is imperative that I raise the money to buy property and build my own forever home for security and stability. If I am fortunate, I could help others through the rest of my life by having a place to offer them support. But obtaining my own forever home is now an immediate need. I have no family, no friends, I am disabled, in poverty, and getting older by the minute. Please help me today.
Please Help This Disabled Man Existing In Poverty, Today’s goal: $7,595 for LIFE. Your support today could mean nourishment safety and dignity,
Urgent need: $26,395 To Live This Year, Monthly survival: $1,500 Short-term liberation: $25,000 to climb out. $5 million to build a stable secure and permanent home in where I could thrive within my confines.
This is not a request for luxury. This is a cry for dignity.
Poverty is expensive. Disability is exhausting. Hunger is violent. The world is indifferent. But your kindness can rewrite the script.
🔗 Donate here: paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=… 💸 CashApp: $woctxphotog
Please share. Please help. Every dollar matters. Every act of compassion echoes.
#MutualAid, #Disabled, #Poverty, #Help, #Survival, #Compassion, #Pain, #MentalHealth, #Food, #Groceries, #Hygiene, #Anxiety, #PTSD, #Bipolar, #Dignity, #Disablity, #Life, #Housing, #Support, #Aging, #Love, #Empathy, #Health, #Rent, #Cronicillness, #dentalhealth, #healthcare, -
This is absolutely right. Anything less than this approach is substandard:
“It is possible to build human-centric, empowering tools and platforms that are owned by the people instead of by billionaire tycoons, that are responsible about the environment and with people’s data and privacy, that are accountable to the communities that they serve. If we engaged every person who made some AI slop and said, “would you rather have tools that help you make something amazing, and brought you into a community of creators?” I don’t think anybody would say no.
And truthfully, I think two big reasons why critics don’t use that framing instead are due to laziness and arrogance. It takes a lot more time and effort to engage with people over time and to bring them into community. It’s a lot easier to dunk on them, and then return to one’s existing community of peers who will praise you for saying how ugly that person’s slop was. But that won’t stop the Big AI companies.
We need a new theory of change if we care more about stopping the harms of Big AI than we care about feeling righteous. The good news is that it already exists, in pieces: there are tactics for winning the platform war, there are direct actions that ordinary people have already used successfully, and there are alternatives being built right now that are worth pointing people toward. What’s missing isn’t the alternative. It’s our willingness to offer it to people instead of just yelling at them.”
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This is absolutely right. Anything less than this approach is substandard:
“It is possible to build human-centric, empowering tools and platforms that are owned by the people instead of by billionaire tycoons, that are responsible about the environment and with people’s data and privacy, that are accountable to the communities that they serve. If we engaged every person who made some AI slop and said, “would you rather have tools that help you make something amazing, and brought you into a community of creators?” I don’t think anybody would say no.
And truthfully, I think two big reasons why critics don’t use that framing instead are due to laziness and arrogance. It takes a lot more time and effort to engage with people over time and to bring them into community. It’s a lot easier to dunk on them, and then return to one’s existing community of peers who will praise you for saying how ugly that person’s slop was. But that won’t stop the Big AI companies.
We need a new theory of change if we care more about stopping the harms of Big AI than we care about feeling righteous. The good news is that it already exists, in pieces: there are tactics for winning the platform war, there are direct actions that ordinary people have already used successfully, and there are alternatives being built right now that are worth pointing people toward. What’s missing isn’t the alternative. It’s our willingness to offer it to people instead of just yelling at them.”
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This is absolutely right. Anything less than this approach is substandard:
“It is possible to build human-centric, empowering tools and platforms that are owned by the people instead of by billionaire tycoons, that are responsible about the environment and with people’s data and privacy, that are accountable to the communities that they serve. If we engaged every person who made some AI slop and said, “would you rather have tools that help you make something amazing, and brought you into a community of creators?” I don’t think anybody would say no.
And truthfully, I think two big reasons why critics don’t use that framing instead are due to laziness and arrogance. It takes a lot more time and effort to engage with people over time and to bring them into community. It’s a lot easier to dunk on them, and then return to one’s existing community of peers who will praise you for saying how ugly that person’s slop was. But that won’t stop the Big AI companies.
We need a new theory of change if we care more about stopping the harms of Big AI than we care about feeling righteous. The good news is that it already exists, in pieces: there are tactics for winning the platform war, there are direct actions that ordinary people have already used successfully, and there are alternatives being built right now that are worth pointing people toward. What’s missing isn’t the alternative. It’s our willingness to offer it to people instead of just yelling at them.”
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This is absolutely right. Anything less than this approach is substandard:
“It is possible to build human-centric, empowering tools and platforms that are owned by the people instead of by billionaire tycoons, that are responsible about the environment and with people’s data and privacy, that are accountable to the communities that they serve. If we engaged every person who made some AI slop and said, “would you rather have tools that help you make something amazing, and brought you into a community of creators?” I don’t think anybody would say no.
And truthfully, I think two big reasons why critics don’t use that framing instead are due to laziness and arrogance. It takes a lot more time and effort to engage with people over time and to bring them into community. It’s a lot easier to dunk on them, and then return to one’s existing community of peers who will praise you for saying how ugly that person’s slop was. But that won’t stop the Big AI companies.
We need a new theory of change if we care more about stopping the harms of Big AI than we care about feeling righteous. The good news is that it already exists, in pieces: there are tactics for winning the platform war, there are direct actions that ordinary people have already used successfully, and there are alternatives being built right now that are worth pointing people toward. What’s missing isn’t the alternative. It’s our willingness to offer it to people instead of just yelling at them.”
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This is absolutely right. Anything less than this approach is substandard:
“It is possible to build human-centric, empowering tools and platforms that are owned by the people instead of by billionaire tycoons, that are responsible about the environment and with people’s data and privacy, that are accountable to the communities that they serve. If we engaged every person who made some AI slop and said, “would you rather have tools that help you make something amazing, and brought you into a community of creators?” I don’t think anybody would say no.
And truthfully, I think two big reasons why critics don’t use that framing instead are due to laziness and arrogance. It takes a lot more time and effort to engage with people over time and to bring them into community. It’s a lot easier to dunk on them, and then return to one’s existing community of peers who will praise you for saying how ugly that person’s slop was. But that won’t stop the Big AI companies.
We need a new theory of change if we care more about stopping the harms of Big AI than we care about feeling righteous. The good news is that it already exists, in pieces: there are tactics for winning the platform war, there are direct actions that ordinary people have already used successfully, and there are alternatives being built right now that are worth pointing people toward. What’s missing isn’t the alternative. It’s our willingness to offer it to people instead of just yelling at them.”
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URGENT HELP NEEDED TODAY!, #Disablity, #Poverty, #Aging, #Health, URGENT HELP NEEDED TODAY!
It is Saturday, September 26th, and this #disabled man existing in #poverty is truthfully struggling. Constant pain, sleepless nights, hunger-filled days, blood pressure on a continuous rollercoaster, declining executive cognitive function, hands that no longer work right, vertigo that keeps me dizzy, bad knees, and difficulty walking, stooping, or bending. Every day I fight with the choice of what I can eat versus whether I can afford to take a shower or have clean clothes. My near non-existent disability income cannot cover even a quarter of life today. Every facet of my existence hangs on a precarious precipice. I have no safety at all. I am begging for help to live, begging for compassion and dignity, and it nearly never comes. What trickles in is appreciated more than anyone realizes, but it is never enough to offer breathing room or begin to weave a net of safety, let alone address urgent needs. I am exhausted mentally, spiritually, and physically. I need a major infusion of financial support. I have never expected one person to bear my burdens; I only hope all will help how they can, with the compassion and empathy they themselves would pray for if they were in need. I am 48, disabled, in poverty, with nowhere to turn. I have had a very hard life. How much longer must I fight and endure an existence void of compassion, empathy, support, respect, dignity, and safety? Please, I am not in a good place. Please help me climb out of this hell of desperation today.
Existence is stealing my vision as constant pain and exhaustion reign in this disabled, poverty-stricken corpse. My sight, like the rest of me, is suffering. Some days things are clear for a little while, but more often it’s a dark fuzzy blur, a shrinking tunnel. Bright light hurts; dim light makes fine details impossible. Coupled with joints actively revolting against me, even the mundane becomes extraordinary. If I sit too long, my ankles, knees, and hips lock. If I stand too long, my legs burn and stiffen. If I lie down in my torture-device bed, everything goes haywire. My wrists and hands go numb, my shoulders and back ache, and trying to sit upright feels like it takes days. Every movement, every breath becomes a battle that lasts too long. My thoughts fade and fray more each day as my bowels constantly complain there is no food. If I were a corpse, this decay would make sense, but as I am somehow still alive, simply existing is becoming more than I can bear.
I really don’t feel well. I am exhausted, in pain, anxious, unable to get comfortable, and unsure what I will eat tonight. I am worn out from it all, and people simply do not understand, nor do they attempt to feign empathy if they cannot express it naturally. It gets old explaining over and over that I am disabled and aging, which means my disabilities worsen. I exist in poverty because I am disabled, and it is infuriating when people think I can just do A, B, C despite me making it clear I cannot. If humanity were not such a failure, maybe I could raise the money I need to live beyond barely existing, have help in my life, and maybe even help someone else who suffers the way I have most of my life.
My body and mind are degrading to the point that doing things most people take for granted is becoming extremely difficult. On top of my normal unmet needs, it is imperative that I raise the money to buy property and build my own forever home, so I have security and stability. If I am lucky, I could help others through the rest of my life by having a place to offer them support. But obtaining my own forever home has become an immediate need. I have no family to call on, no friends to rely on. I am disabled, in poverty, and getting older by the minute. Please help me today.
I am having a rough life. Between the disabled life in poverty and the effects of aging in poverty for so long, things keep getting harder. My body is in constant pain, my mattress is 20 years old and useless, and I have no room for a couch or recliner to alternate positions. My body is in constant conflict with itself. My hands randomly drop things and ache all day. My vision is degrading. My mental executive functions are noticeably declining. My tiny cave is a mess; I need to organize and clean, but I lack the physical energy and the financial means to obtain what I need. Everything is chaos. From the constant need for food I can never afford, to underwear, socks, shoes, pants, shirts, personal hygiene — there is so much I truly need and no real way to obtain any of it. I need a massive infusion of cash to get caught up, and then monthly support to stay somewhat stable. Your compassion and support would help me in so many ways today and every day going forward.
Part of my rent is helping out where I live, but my body and mind are degrading to the point that even that is becoming difficult. On top of my normal unmet needs, it is imperative that I raise the money to buy property and build my own forever home for security and stability. If I am fortunate, I could help others through the rest of my life by having a place to offer them support. But obtaining my own forever home is now an immediate need. I have no family, no friends, I am disabled, in poverty, and getting older by the minute. Please help me today.
Please Help This Disabled Man Existing In Poverty, Today’s goal: $7,595 for LIFE. Your support today could mean nourishment safety and dignity,
Urgent need: $26,395 To Live This Year, Monthly survival: $1,500 Short-term liberation: $25,000 to climb out. $5 million to build a stable secure and permanent home in where I could thrive within my confines.
This is not a request for luxury. This is a cry for dignity.
Poverty is expensive. Disability is exhausting. Hunger is violent. The world is indifferent. But your kindness can rewrite the script.
🔗 Donate here: paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=… 💸 CashApp: $woctxphotog
Please share. Please help. Every dollar matters. Every act of compassion echoes.
#MutualAid, #Disabled, #Poverty, #Help, #Survival, #Compassion, #Pain, #MentalHealth, #Food, #Groceries, #Hygiene, #Anxiety, #PTSD, #Bipolar, #Dignity, #Disablity, #Life, #Housing, #Support, #Aging, #Love, #Empathy, #Health, #Rent, #Cronicillness, #dentalhealth, #healthcare, -
URGENT HELP NEEDED TODAY!, #Disablity, #Poverty, #Aging, #Health, URGENT HELP NEEDED TODAY!
It is Saturday, September 26th, and this #disabled man existing in #poverty is truthfully struggling. Constant pain, sleepless nights, hunger-filled days, blood pressure on a continuous rollercoaster, declining executive cognitive function, hands that no longer work right, vertigo that keeps me dizzy, bad knees, and difficulty walking, stooping, or bending. Every day I fight with the choice of what I can eat versus whether I can afford to take a shower or have clean clothes. My near non-existent disability income cannot cover even a quarter of life today. Every facet of my existence hangs on a precarious precipice. I have no safety at all. I am begging for help to live, begging for compassion and dignity, and it nearly never comes. What trickles in is appreciated more than anyone realizes, but it is never enough to offer breathing room or begin to weave a net of safety, let alone address urgent needs. I am exhausted mentally, spiritually, and physically. I need a major infusion of financial support. I have never expected one person to bear my burdens; I only hope all will help how they can, with the compassion and empathy they themselves would pray for if they were in need. I am 48, disabled, in poverty, with nowhere to turn. I have had a very hard life. How much longer must I fight and endure an existence void of compassion, empathy, support, respect, dignity, and safety? Please, I am not in a good place. Please help me climb out of this hell of desperation today.
Existence is stealing my vision as constant pain and exhaustion reign in this disabled, poverty-stricken corpse. My sight, like the rest of me, is suffering. Some days things are clear for a little while, but more often it’s a dark fuzzy blur, a shrinking tunnel. Bright light hurts; dim light makes fine details impossible. Coupled with joints actively revolting against me, even the mundane becomes extraordinary. If I sit too long, my ankles, knees, and hips lock. If I stand too long, my legs burn and stiffen. If I lie down in my torture-device bed, everything goes haywire. My wrists and hands go numb, my shoulders and back ache, and trying to sit upright feels like it takes days. Every movement, every breath becomes a battle that lasts too long. My thoughts fade and fray more each day as my bowels constantly complain there is no food. If I were a corpse, this decay would make sense, but as I am somehow still alive, simply existing is becoming more than I can bear.
I really don’t feel well. I am exhausted, in pain, anxious, unable to get comfortable, and unsure what I will eat tonight. I am worn out from it all, and people simply do not understand, nor do they attempt to feign empathy if they cannot express it naturally. It gets old explaining over and over that I am disabled and aging, which means my disabilities worsen. I exist in poverty because I am disabled, and it is infuriating when people think I can just do A, B, C despite me making it clear I cannot. If humanity were not such a failure, maybe I could raise the money I need to live beyond barely existing, have help in my life, and maybe even help someone else who suffers the way I have most of my life.
My body and mind are degrading to the point that doing things most people take for granted is becoming extremely difficult. On top of my normal unmet needs, it is imperative that I raise the money to buy property and build my own forever home, so I have security and stability. If I am lucky, I could help others through the rest of my life by having a place to offer them support. But obtaining my own forever home has become an immediate need. I have no family to call on, no friends to rely on. I am disabled, in poverty, and getting older by the minute. Please help me today.
I am having a rough life. Between the disabled life in poverty and the effects of aging in poverty for so long, things keep getting harder. My body is in constant pain, my mattress is 20 years old and useless, and I have no room for a couch or recliner to alternate positions. My body is in constant conflict with itself. My hands randomly drop things and ache all day. My vision is degrading. My mental executive functions are noticeably declining. My tiny cave is a mess; I need to organize and clean, but I lack the physical energy and the financial means to obtain what I need. Everything is chaos. From the constant need for food I can never afford, to underwear, socks, shoes, pants, shirts, personal hygiene — there is so much I truly need and no real way to obtain any of it. I need a massive infusion of cash to get caught up, and then monthly support to stay somewhat stable. Your compassion and support would help me in so many ways today and every day going forward.
Part of my rent is helping out where I live, but my body and mind are degrading to the point that even that is becoming difficult. On top of my normal unmet needs, it is imperative that I raise the money to buy property and build my own forever home for security and stability. If I am fortunate, I could help others through the rest of my life by having a place to offer them support. But obtaining my own forever home is now an immediate need. I have no family, no friends, I am disabled, in poverty, and getting older by the minute. Please help me today.
Please Help This Disabled Man Existing In Poverty, Today’s goal: $7,595 for LIFE. Your support today could mean nourishment safety and dignity,
Urgent need: $26,395 To Live This Year, Monthly survival: $1,500 Short-term liberation: $25,000 to climb out. $5 million to build a stable secure and permanent home in where I could thrive within my confines.
This is not a request for luxury. This is a cry for dignity.
Poverty is expensive. Disability is exhausting. Hunger is violent. The world is indifferent. But your kindness can rewrite the script.
🔗 Donate here: paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=… 💸 CashApp: $woctxphotog
Please share. Please help. Every dollar matters. Every act of compassion echoes.
#MutualAid, #Disabled, #Poverty, #Help, #Survival, #Compassion, #Pain, #MentalHealth, #Food, #Groceries, #Hygiene, #Anxiety, #PTSD, #Bipolar, #Dignity, #Disablity, #Life, #Housing, #Support, #Aging, #Love, #Empathy, #Health, #Rent, #Cronicillness, #dentalhealth, #healthcare, -
URGENT HELP NEEDED TODAY!, #Disablity, #Poverty, #Aging, #Health, URGENT HELP NEEDED TODAY!
It is Saturday, September 26th, and this #disabled man existing in #poverty is truthfully struggling. Constant pain, sleepless nights, hunger-filled days, blood pressure on a continuous rollercoaster, declining executive cognitive function, hands that no longer work right, vertigo that keeps me dizzy, bad knees, and difficulty walking, stooping, or bending. Every day I fight with the choice of what I can eat versus whether I can afford to take a shower or have clean clothes. My near non-existent disability income cannot cover even a quarter of life today. Every facet of my existence hangs on a precarious precipice. I have no safety at all. I am begging for help to live, begging for compassion and dignity, and it nearly never comes. What trickles in is appreciated more than anyone realizes, but it is never enough to offer breathing room or begin to weave a net of safety, let alone address urgent needs. I am exhausted mentally, spiritually, and physically. I need a major infusion of financial support. I have never expected one person to bear my burdens; I only hope all will help how they can, with the compassion and empathy they themselves would pray for if they were in need. I am 48, disabled, in poverty, with nowhere to turn. I have had a very hard life. How much longer must I fight and endure an existence void of compassion, empathy, support, respect, dignity, and safety? Please, I am not in a good place. Please help me climb out of this hell of desperation today.
Existence is stealing my vision as constant pain and exhaustion reign in this disabled, poverty-stricken corpse. My sight, like the rest of me, is suffering. Some days things are clear for a little while, but more often it’s a dark fuzzy blur, a shrinking tunnel. Bright light hurts; dim light makes fine details impossible. Coupled with joints actively revolting against me, even the mundane becomes extraordinary. If I sit too long, my ankles, knees, and hips lock. If I stand too long, my legs burn and stiffen. If I lie down in my torture-device bed, everything goes haywire. My wrists and hands go numb, my shoulders and back ache, and trying to sit upright feels like it takes days. Every movement, every breath becomes a battle that lasts too long. My thoughts fade and fray more each day as my bowels constantly complain there is no food. If I were a corpse, this decay would make sense, but as I am somehow still alive, simply existing is becoming more than I can bear.
I really don’t feel well. I am exhausted, in pain, anxious, unable to get comfortable, and unsure what I will eat tonight. I am worn out from it all, and people simply do not understand, nor do they attempt to feign empathy if they cannot express it naturally. It gets old explaining over and over that I am disabled and aging, which means my disabilities worsen. I exist in poverty because I am disabled, and it is infuriating when people think I can just do A, B, C despite me making it clear I cannot. If humanity were not such a failure, maybe I could raise the money I need to live beyond barely existing, have help in my life, and maybe even help someone else who suffers the way I have most of my life.
My body and mind are degrading to the point that doing things most people take for granted is becoming extremely difficult. On top of my normal unmet needs, it is imperative that I raise the money to buy property and build my own forever home, so I have security and stability. If I am lucky, I could help others through the rest of my life by having a place to offer them support. But obtaining my own forever home has become an immediate need. I have no family to call on, no friends to rely on. I am disabled, in poverty, and getting older by the minute. Please help me today.
I am having a rough life. Between the disabled life in poverty and the effects of aging in poverty for so long, things keep getting harder. My body is in constant pain, my mattress is 20 years old and useless, and I have no room for a couch or recliner to alternate positions. My body is in constant conflict with itself. My hands randomly drop things and ache all day. My vision is degrading. My mental executive functions are noticeably declining. My tiny cave is a mess; I need to organize and clean, but I lack the physical energy and the financial means to obtain what I need. Everything is chaos. From the constant need for food I can never afford, to underwear, socks, shoes, pants, shirts, personal hygiene — there is so much I truly need and no real way to obtain any of it. I need a massive infusion of cash to get caught up, and then monthly support to stay somewhat stable. Your compassion and support would help me in so many ways today and every day going forward.
Part of my rent is helping out where I live, but my body and mind are degrading to the point that even that is becoming difficult. On top of my normal unmet needs, it is imperative that I raise the money to buy property and build my own forever home for security and stability. If I am fortunate, I could help others through the rest of my life by having a place to offer them support. But obtaining my own forever home is now an immediate need. I have no family, no friends, I am disabled, in poverty, and getting older by the minute. Please help me today.
Please Help This Disabled Man Existing In Poverty, Today’s goal: $7,595 for LIFE. Your support today could mean nourishment safety and dignity,
Urgent need: $26,395 To Live This Year, Monthly survival: $1,500 Short-term liberation: $25,000 to climb out. $5 million to build a stable secure and permanent home in where I could thrive within my confines.
This is not a request for luxury. This is a cry for dignity.
Poverty is expensive. Disability is exhausting. Hunger is violent. The world is indifferent. But your kindness can rewrite the script.
🔗 Donate here: paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=… 💸 CashApp: $woctxphotog
Please share. Please help. Every dollar matters. Every act of compassion echoes.
#MutualAid, #Disabled, #Poverty, #Help, #Survival, #Compassion, #Pain, #MentalHealth, #Food, #Groceries, #Hygiene, #Anxiety, #PTSD, #Bipolar, #Dignity, #Disablity, #Life, #Housing, #Support, #Aging, #Love, #Empathy, #Health, #Rent, #Cronicillness, #dentalhealth, #healthcare,