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1. 

   Ink In My Coffee @[email protected]

   2026-10-27

   Tues. Oct. 27, 2026: Still Shambling Around Like a Zombie

   image courtesy of icholas Panek from Pixabay

   Tuesday, October 27, 2026

   Last Day of the Full Moon

   Neptune, Saturn, Chiron, Uranus, Venus, Mercury Retrograde

   Sunny and cool

   Yessiree Bob, Mercury is Retrograde again. Try to avoid signing contracts or buying anything big. Find cool stuff in thrift shops. Think A LOT MORE before you say a word – even more important when Mercury and Venus are retrograde at the same time.

   Friday was sunny and cold. I was out of the house on time and at CVS for my COVID shot. No worries, no hassle this time. Getting home was a little fraught – more delays than usual, things slower, etc., and I started feeling the effects of the shot faster.

   I usually feel it within 20 minutes, then it steadies out for 6-8 hours, then I’m miserable for however many days I’m down.

   This time, I started feeling it in 10 minutes. I made it home, but my arm was quite sore within the first half hour. I’d drunk the 16 oz. of water the hour before the shot, as instructed. I continued to be thirsty, and by noon (my shot was at 9), I had consumed a gallon of water, and wanted more. So that was new and different. But I went with it. I’m not much of/enough of a water drinker, but I craved it and trusted it.

   I started feeling weary early on, and my nerve endings were on fire. I imagine this is what a fibromyalgia flare feels like. My joints also ached, and creaked loudly every time I moved, to the point it woke up the cats. New and different. I’ve always had muscle aches (which I also had), but not the nerve/joint stuff to this extent. I had some sense of brittle joints last go-round, but it was different than this, and moved through in about 5-6 hours. All of this will go in a document to the John Hopkins study in which I’ve participated in for the last handful of years. That’s why I paid such close attention.

   I took care of some business that needed attention while I was still coherent, drank as much water as I wanted, and took up residence on the sofa in the sunshine with the cats.

   I’m usually ravenously hungry on the first day of the shot, but was not. I was mildly nauseated for a couple of hours, but it passed.

   I wrote while I still could, and had books still close at hand for when I started to wind down. The headache came in faster, too, this time around, within three hours instead of the usual 6.

   I hoped that symptoms coming in hard and fast meant they’d flow through faster, too. But that’s why I blocked out several days. So that the only thing I needed to do was heal.

   I was actually functional enough to cook dinner using some CSA ingredients. I went to bed early, so tired I could barely drag myself there.

   I woke up a little after midnight on Saturday with severe chills. I added the featherbed to the blanket cover, which helped. Charlotte even allowed Tessa to come on the bed and help warm me.

   Then the muscle aches began. Everything hurt as badly as the first vaccine with Moderna way back in the day. I couldn’t take Tylenol because it made me so nauseated. I finally fell asleep, waking up a few hours later with a fever. Got back to sleep, woke up with chills.

   At one point, I could swear Charlotte and Willa were swinging from the ceiling fan in my office, but I could have had audio hallucinations.

   I moved to the sofa around 6 and slept there all day. I woke up every 3 or 4 hours for about 15 minutes or so, and went right back to sleep. I did manage a few sentences of free-writing, so I didn’t miss a day. I couldn’t even tie my hair back, because it hurt too much.

   I tried to eat, but everything tasted like wet cardboard, and nauseated me even more. I couldn’t eat more than 2 or 3 bites of anything. I drank as much liquid as possible, although I could only stand a few sips of coffee.

   You know it’s bad when I don’t drink coffee.

   At least when I was asleep, I wasn’t aware of how bad I felt.

   I was back in my own bed by 6 PM.

   I woke up around 1:30 on Sunday morning, feeling a little better. I managed to get back to sleep, and even had a little bit of dreaming, a good sign.

   I got up at the usual time and slowly fed the cats. I wasn’t up to yoga or much meditation, but I did a bit of free-write.

   I managed to eat a little breakfast. By mid-morning, I could do the Community Tarot Reading for the Week, which you can read here.

   I spent most of the day on the couch, reading. I read a book by one of my favorite authors that was a disappointment. It focused on the pain without the whimsy or joy that her previous novels have. While I respect her trying something new, and it technically had a happy ending, I missed the small moments of beauty that I love so much in her work. I read a book by a different author whose work I’ve read for years. Some of her work I’ve loved, some didn’t do it for me. This, sadly, was the latter, and it was in present tense. I realize she’s changed her style for market reasons, but she’s also lost the complexity that drew me to her work in the first place.

   So not a satisfying reading day!

   I heated up some leftovers for dinner, and could actually taste the food again, which was an improvement.

   I was in bed again by 6:30.

   I woke up around 1:30 on Monday, feeling a little better, and plotted out a good bit of the next ghostwriting assignment.

   Fell asleep again, and dreamed I was at a conference center. There was a poetry convention in one section and a mystery convention in the other, and I kept running back and forth between them. Not the most restful of dreams, but an improvement over the weekend.

   Woke up again at the usual time, and fed the cats, and that just about did me in. I did a few yoga poses on the floor, with Tessa snuggled beside me, and then the 40-minute meditation and the 15-minute free-write.

   I played with some of my out-of-the-box ideas to protect my sites, as well as collecting some practical tools.

   There’s also this: Theft is a crime. A company putting it in its “terms of service” doesn’t make it less of a crime. So I’m filing with my state AG, and also contacting my state and federal reps about it.

   WP won’t allow me to install an AI blocker on this blog without paying a subscription fee, so I’ll be using one of the out-of-the-box solutions for the blog. I specifically don’t want this to be part of one of my websites, although I considered making a subdomain and exporting everything.

   Again, during a Mercury Retrograde? Big mistake.

   I am looking at some alternative social media platforms. Both Upscrolled and Monnett look good. Those would be sites where I wouldn’t have to keep posting about new releases cyclically for promotion. I could post once and be done. Cara, Joust, Curate, and PeakD don’t seem to be the right fit right now. I might try Curate at some point, when I have more visual work. Haven sounds promising, but isn’t even in Beta yet. Eh!, the Canadian social network, sounds like fun, but they might not want Americans at this point. I really miss Ello.

   I think when curation is too narrow, you miss a lot of cool stuff.

   I will spend more time on Bluesky, Mastodon, and Tumblr, too. I have accounts, I use all three in different ways, but I need to use them better.

   For now, I’ve switched my accounts on Meta to personal, rather than business. I removed my lkn.bio. When they decide to expand the theft to personal, I may well just delete everything.

   Maybe I just need a few months to pull back from many things, and figure out new ways of rebuilding. It means a financial hit, and it probably isn’t worth it to release a new holiday short this year.

   And I’ll do my out-of-the-box protections which are designed to have a ripple effect over time with serious consequences for assholes. No, I’m not going into detail. I will start using either Glaze or Nightshade for images.

   All of that took more time than I would have liked, but that’s the way it goes. Retrogrades slow things down.

   And, I noticed that when I was responding to comments on other posters’ IG accounts about these issues, when they replied to me, I could not reply back and continue the conversation.

   Really makes me want to delete all the Meta and just suck it up. I’ve successfully lived without the dystopian version of what used to be Twitter. I miss what it was at its best, not what it became.

   I’m going to lose touch with a bunch of people. I’m not doing monthly subscriptions to anything. Not because I don’t want to, but as a freelancer, I cannot commit to anything monthly beyond my bills when I never know when I will get paid. Bills must be covered first. Then I spend money locally and with individual artists. Even a small monthly subscription can put me behind, so I don’t do them. Not only don’t I want to live by subscription. I can’t. I literally can’t.

   I remember how devastated I was moving off Twitter. This just makes me angry. I’m not surprised, but I’m angry.

   I’ve never given up analogue everything – writing, music, etc. So it’s just time to hunker down for a bit. I’m selling books locally over the holidays at a few places. I’ll put sell sheets into the books, too, with information about the rest.

   And I need to find something for when the ghostwriting contracts are done, which will be fairly soon.

   Speaking of ghostwriting, I had a really good session on it, and I hope I can keep that momentum up. I even got ahead of where I hoped.

   I also read the scripts for tomorrow’s literary committee meeting.

   I was wiped out by then.

   I’m not one much for frozen meals, but I hate making lasagna (weird, I know).  I found a frozen lasagna by a company out on the other side of the state in Quincy, MA, so I bought one last week, figuring there would be days I wasn’t up to cooking post-booster. I slapped it into the oven last night and hoped for the best.

   It was actually pretty good. And my taste buds are working again, so I wasn’t imagining it. I would buy it again, and try their other products, and have one or two on hand for nights I can’t face the stove.

   I read a little bit in the evening. I’m caught up on all the library books, so it was time to dig into my own TBR pile.

   Went to bed a little earlier than usual but later than I have been, and couldn’t sleep. So I guess I’m getting back to “normal”?

   Finally got to sleep, only to be woken up when Willa pulled a Houdini and my mom couldn’t find her. We found her, got her back into my mom’s room, and I went back to sleep, and then overslept until 6:30 this morning to start the routine.

   The routine felt better this morning, even the yoga. I had a good free-write session, jiggling a lot loose.

   After breakfast, I will get a crockpot marinara sauce going, take out the garbage, pick up the mail, vacuum, get some writing done, and then switch over to the ghostwriting in the afternoon. I will take breaks as I need them, and not push too hard.

   My friend’s surgery went well yesterday. She has a long recovery ahead of her, but excellent care, and that’s always a relief.

   Have a good one!

   #CovidBooster #freelance #health #life #metaTheft #research #socialMedia #writing

   #covidbooster #freelance #health #life #metatheft #research
2. 

   Teagan's Books @[email protected]

   2026-10-27

   Olga #Reviews: A Peril in Unseen Frequencies

   Tuesday, October 27, 2026

   Welcome, all.  Some things are such a delight that they simply must be shared.  Today Olga Núñez Miret posted an extraordinarily mindful review of “A Peril in Unseen Frequencies.” How could I not crow about it?

   Olga is a genuinely amazing person.  She is also an accomplished author herself (among many other inspiring things).  Here’s a screenshot of Olga’s Amazon author page.  She has 34 titles there, in multiple genres and different languages too.

   Please meet me over at Olga’s blog.  Just click that big blue link below.  I’m closing comments here, but I hope to see you at Olga’s.

   Click Here to Visit Olga’s Post

   ♣ ♣ ♣

   Here’s the obligatory shameless self-promotion

   Although it’s a twisty mystery, it’s also a quick read.  As I usually do, I included a section about technology and cultural items that are mentioned in the story. 

   A Peril in Unseen Frequencies

   Universal Purchase Links

   Kindle:  relinks.me/B0HKPZ7TH4

   Paperback:  relinks.me/B0HKTFCD8Z

   Virtual Voice Audiobook:  relinks.me/B0HKNDVYDM

   A Medium’s Peril full series link: relinks.me/B0CG2SXX24

   ♣ ♣ ♣

   This blog is entirely human-written.  Furthermore, the author expressly prohibits any entity from using this publication for purposes of training AI technologies to generate text.  No part of this work may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.  Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights.

   All images are either the property of the author, or used with permission, or from free sources.

   Copyright © 2026 by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene

   All rights reserved.

   #1920S #AMediumSPeril #APerilInUnseenFrequencies #BadMoonRising #GhostStory #NewBook #ParanormalMystery #TeaganRiordainGeneviene #TeriPolen #Vintage

   #1920s #amediumsperil #aperilinunseenfrequencies #badmoonrising #ghoststory #newbook
3. 

   Dev Community @[email protected]

   2026-10-27

   One of the interesting things about using a chatbot is how naturally a conversation can continue.

   I can ask a question, provide additional information, refer to something mentioned earlier, and expect the assistant to understand what I mean.

   But while studying how chatbots work, I learned an important distinction:

   A continuous conversation is something the application must create. It is not automatically provided by every individual LLM call.
   

   What happens when I send a follow-up message?

   
   Imagine this conversation:

   User: My food hasn't arrived.

   Assistant: Would you like to wait or request a refund?

   User: I want a refund.

   The last message makes sense because of the earlier exchange.

   But what happens if the application sends only “I want a refund” to the model?

   The model may not have the information needed to understand the situation. The application needs to preserve the relevant conversation history and include it in the next request.

   This was my first important takeaway: the application is responsible for maintaining the conversation.
   

   Memory is not necessarily inside the model

   
   Suppose I tell a chatbot that my preferred programming language is Java.

   Later, I ask which language I prefer.

   It might seem that the model has permanently learned something about me.

   However, the application could have stored that preference, retrieved it when needed, and supplied it as context for the new request.

   The process could look like this:

   User Information
   ↓
   Application Memory
   ↓
   Retrieve Relevant Information
   ↓
   Add to Current Context
   ↓
   LLM Generates Response

   This is different from training the model and updating its learned parameters.

   That distinction changed how I think about chatbot memory. The user experience may look like persistent memory even when the application is retrieving stored information and passing it to the model.
   

   More context is not always better

   
   Another concept that stood out to me was the context window.

   A model can process only a limited amount of information in a given interaction.

   An application might store hundreds or thousands of messages, but it does not necessarily need to send every message with every request.

   It can select recent messages, summarize older exchanges, or retrieve only information relevant to the current question.

   Why does this matter?

   Because repeatedly including a growing conversation can increase input token usage, which can affect cost and latency. It also consumes some of the model's available context capacity.

   The important design question is not simply:

   “How much context can I send?”

   It is:

   “Which information does the model actually need to answer this request well?”
   

   Streaming is a user-experience decision

   
   The lecture also connected next-token generation to streaming.

   Instead of waiting for an entire answer before showing anything, an application can display generated content progressively as it arrives.

   This can make an application feel more responsive, although it does not necessarily make the underlying model generate the complete response faster.

   It is another reminder that the experience users see depends on application design, not just model capabilities.
   

   And then there is hallucination

   
   A model can generate an answer that sounds convincing without the answer being factually correct.

   Fluent language and verified information are two different things.

   For a real application, this matters enormously.

   Imagine a support chatbot answering questions about an order. It should retrieve the actual order status rather than inventing one. If an action requires authorization, the application must enforce that authorization instead of trusting a prompt alone.

   Depending on the use case, retrieval, external APIs, tool calling, validation, guardrails, and evaluation can improve reliability.

   They reduce certain risks, but they do not guarantee that every answer will be correct.
   

   What I'm taking away as a software engineer

   
   I'm beginning to see chatbot engineering as more than sending prompts to a model.

   The application needs to manage conversation history, select context, retrieve relevant information, control access to tools, and handle responses appropriately.

   These are familiar software engineering concerns applied to a new kind of capability.

   My biggest takeaway from this lecture is:

   A good chatbot does not merely generate responses. Its application must provide the right context and manage those responses responsibly.

   As I continue studying Forward Deployed Engineering and Generative AI, I want to understand not only how models work, but also how to build reliable applications around them.#ai #llm #softwareengineering #software #coding #development #engineering #inclusive #community
   How Does a Chatbot Remember? The Engineering Behind Context and Memory

   #ai #community #software #coding #development #engineering
4. 

   Dev Community @[email protected]

   2026-10-27

   This is a submission for the Hacktoberfest Open-Source AI Challenge Week 4: Ghost in the Machine.

   I am a B.A. History student at Burdwan University. For this challenge, I wanted to build something that connects my interest in History with my interest in AI.

   My project is called Itihaser Bhoot (ইতিহাসের ভূত). It is an offline AI assistant that acts like a ghost of a historical figure. It answers History questions using only my own notes.

   The idea is simple: an AI that knows what I have studied, shows where its answers come from, and admits when it does not know something.

   What I Built

   Itihaser Bhoot is a local History question-answering system.

   It has three main goals:

   • Answer questions using only my personal History notes.
   • Quote the source passage so I can check the answer.
   • Stay silent or refuse to answer when the notes do not contain enough information.

   I wanted to avoid answers that sound convincing but are not supported by my study material.

   Demo

   The project runs locally on my laptop.

   Example workflow:

   1. I ask a History question.
   2. The system searches my notes for relevant passages.
   3. Gemma generates an answer based on the retrieved material.
   4. The answer includes the source passage.
   5. If the notes do not cover the question, the system refuses to answer.

   The goal is not to make the AI sound knowledgeable about everything. It is to make it reliable within the limits of my notes.

   Code

   GitHub repository: [Add your repository link here]

   The repository contains the code and instructions for running the project locally.

   How I Built It

   I used Gemma 3 1B through Ollama for local language generation.

   For retrieving relevant passages from my notes, I used BM25. It helps find text that matches the question before the model generates an answer.

   The system follows a retrieval-based approach:

   • My notes are the knowledge source.
   • BM25 retrieves relevant passages.
   • Gemma 3 1B generates an answer from the retrieved context.
   • The source passage is included for verification.
   • Questions without sufficient supporting material should be refused.

   I built this on a laptop with 3.6 GB of RAM.

   I wanted to see whether a small local model could be useful for a focused academic task without relying on a cloud API.

   Why Open Innovation Matters

   For me, open innovation means making useful technology accessible to people who do not have powerful computers or paid AI subscriptions.

   Itihaser Bhoot has a few practical advantages:

   • Offline: It runs without an internet connection once the required model is available locally.
   • Free per question: There is no cloud API charge for asking questions.
   • Runs on my laptop: I do not need expensive hardware for this focused task.
   • Private notes: My study notes stay on my own device.

   As a student, these things matter to me. I want to experiment with AI while keeping control over my own study material.

   What Went Wrong

   The project is still experimental, and I faced several problems.

   The biggest challenge was answer quality. A small model can sometimes misunderstand a retrieved passage or produce an answer that goes beyond the available evidence.

   Bengali also introduced additional difficulties. Bengali questions and notes do not always produce reliable retrieval results. The model can struggle with Bengali phrasing, historical terminology, and generating natural Bengali answers.

   Another challenge is refusal behavior. Even when the notes do not contain an answer, the model may try to generate one. I need to improve the system's ability to recognize when the retrieved evidence is insufficient.

   I am still testing these limitations rather than claiming they are solved.

   Prize Category: Best Use of Gemma

   I am submitting Itihaser Bhoot for Best Use of Gemma.

   I used Gemma 3 1B as a local language model for a specific academic purpose. The project is not intended to replace textbooks, teachers, or historical research.

   It is an experiment in building a small, private, and evidence-based History assistant using open tools.

   I hope to improve its retrieval quality, Bengali support, and refusal behavior as I continue working on it.
   

   Hacktoberfest #devchallenge #hf26challenge #opensource #ai

   #devchallenge #hf26challenge #software #coding #development #engineering #inclusive #community
   Itihaser Bhoot: An Offline Ghost of History

   #opensource #ai #community #software #coding #development
5. 

   stuartb @[email protected]

   2026-10-26

   Asocial

   I came home from work some time ago to find my wife settling down to watch the latest episode of Coronation Street.

   Onscreen, a new family had recently moved on to the street, and the Dad was shown talking to a couple of the regular characters, making arrangements to do something, and it struck me – in just 3 minutes of screen time, a brand new character had exchanged more words with his neighbours than I had in the 10 1/2 years I had lived here.

   Which got me thinking – of all the things I know, how to make friends isn’t one.

   Out of all my friends (at least, out in the so-called “real world”), all of them decided I was a person they wanted to be friends with, they did all the running, and all I did was decide to go along with them.

   This was rarely something I did lightly – there were plenty of people who decided we were going to be friends, but I decided to have nothing to do with them – but with all the people I count as friends, they did all the running, and I just went along with it.

   It’s the same with relationships – off hand, I can only think of 6 times I asked girls out – 2 of them turned me down flat, 2 were the same girl on 2 different occasions (and I eventually asked her to marry me – which later happened!), and the other 2 times ended pretty disastrously. Every other time I got into a relationship, they did all the running after me, and I just went along with it.

   On a related note, I have no idea how small talk works – this is an essential skill for developing all manner of relationships, and yet I have not a single clue as to the purpose of small talk, nor how it works – I can do it, but only by copying conversational gambits I’ve seen other people use, which means that conversations with me can often be stilted, and are liable to turn rather strange at unexpected moments.

   By extension, flirting (and “chatting someone up”) is also something where I utterly fail to grasp any mechanism by which it works. As I said about small talk, I can do it, I just have no idea what I’m doing.

   Actually, I would like to modify those statements – I can do small talk and flirting, but only if I don’t think about it – as soon as I start to think about what I am doing, or what I should say next, I turn in to Cat in the infamous dance/dream sequence from Red Dwarf ( https://youtu.be/yn8wWQweNbU ) – I get tongue-tied, and completely unable to communicate.

   Which, let’s face it, isn’t good, whether you’re discussing the weather with the random person sitting next to you on the bus home from work, or chatting up some random stranger in a bar.

   I’ve no idea if it is connected to all this, but I have always had a preference for my own company – not having to fill any silences or think of topics of conversation is always pleasant.

   I remember back in school, I had a friend I spent a lot of time with – many were the times we finished school, went to the local library to collect some books, then went back to his, where we would occupy chairs at opposite sides of his living room, then read books in silence, until the time I had to leave to go home – about the only thing his mother ever heard me say was “Right, I’d better get off. See ya!”

   One of the things I love about my marriage, and my wife – we often spend time just being in the same room – not necessarily talking, not necessarily doing the same thing, but doing whatever it is we are doing, together.

   One of us might be watching telly while the other reads, or she might be doing something on her computer, usually doing some family history research, and I’ll walk in with my laptop and slouch down in a chair and do some writing for one project or another – but we are doing it, together, just enjoying being with someone.

   Louise’s office is by the front window of the dining room, and I will often be found in the kitchen, through the rear of the dining room, cooking up a storm, while we listen to some music, which usually involves one of us dancing our way over to the other and busting some moves for a few seconds before going back to what we were doing.

   We might also be talking  – but no-one is being forced to talk, only when we are ready, which I find makes conversations flow more easily.

   And this is the thing – I’m not, as some people think, anti-social, I don’t hate people, I don’t want to avoid having friends – I just want friends who are on my wavelength, friendships on my terms – friends who are willing to accept that I don’t always want to be drawn into conversation, but when I feel the need to talk will accept that as well.

   I’m asocial, quite possibly because of my autism, and proud of it.

   Social interactions leave me physically and mentally exhausted – which means that, if I put any time or effort into interacting with you, then you should feel honoured.

   (Or I’m at work, and have to put the minimum effort in!)

   #writing #fromthearchives #friends #blog #autism #asocial
6. 

   SecondUniverse (she/her/they) @[email protected]

   2026-10-25

   The Fascist next door

   There is a low fence between our properties. Every year he would pass a shopping bag of tomatoes to me in high summer, and I would give him apples later in the year. We talked about the weather mostly. It was polite but reserved. He would choose his words carefully, guardedly.

   What did he think, I wondered? It was a thought I always had. What was behind the politeness? But I could never see.

   When the government changed, things changed. That year, I still got the bag of tomatoes. He said the summer was looking good. Not too hot, I said.

   The next week, someone threw red paint on my house. The blood of my people's crimes. He came home to me painting the wall, and walked quietly past me with his head down, saying nothing.

   Our conversations grew shorter and more awkward, until eventually they stopped. Later in the year, as I gathered the apples from the tree, I knew I would not offer him some. The attempt at connection would only increase distance.

   That year was also when the first flagpole went up in our street, and the national flag fluttered busily in the breeze.

   Then it seemed a flag was going up every month. A house here, a house there. My neighbour wasn't the last to put up a flag, but it didn't matter. It wasn't long before every house except mine was flying one.

   One flag was not enough. One person added the Party flag to their pole, and like students standing up for the teacher, all the houses fell in line.

   I am looking out my window at the flags flapping silently on the other side of the double glazing. Each one of them is a tiny surrender. A sign that the house behind the flag will comply.

   If things get worse, they will not help.

   Maybe they think "it's just a flag". They don't need the trouble. Maybe they tell themselves if things get serious, then they will take action. Of course they will. They know they are good people.

   Here he is, walking up the drive into his house. He looks relaxed and safe. It's like he doesn't see the red paint on my wall.

   Yes I am angry with him. Did all those meaningless conversations about the rain or wind count for nothing?

   Was he always a fascist?

   Or is he still the same? Polite when that is expected, obedient when that is expected.

   And if one day the Party is gone, he will offer me a bag of tomatoes again, because that is what neighbours do in the polite times.

   #microfiction

   #microfiction
7. 

   :neuro: Pixy's Journey :nonbinary_heart: @[email protected]

   2026-10-25

   #Journal of a wet ‘n windy Dutch AuDHD Pixy :pixy_party: (Saturday, 24/10/2026).

   After managing about 7 hours of sleep in total, Koa and I woke up to “storm Austen”. It was very wet ‘n very windy. And Koa was very hesitant to go into the garden. There was so much rain, things were soaked. And, after being outside with Koa, seeing him more interested in the leaves than in doing his business… He went out a few times, I stayed inside for some of them. I just did my things, and hoped that Koa would be able to do his things.

   I got to the couch and started my reply email to my dear friend. It became a bit of a babbling one, and when I was done, I quickly got dressed. I hoisted myself into the bright yellow rain suit, boots on, and then Koa and I braved the weather. He was rather spooked by all the wind and noises of things clashing around, but he did manage to wee and poop. So that was a good thing. When we got back, we were both wet and all. But, at least Koa had been able to do his business, and hopefully, I’d be able to relax for quite a while before Koa would want to drag me out into that weather again.

   I started working on my blog post for today. I fixed myself some brekkie, and worked some more on the blog post. When it was done, I also worked on Sunday’s blog post as well. It felt good when both posts were done and scheduled. As Koa was still very relaxed, chewing happily on one of his rawhides, I started writing Thursday’s blog post. I was almost done when Koa had drunk quite a bit of water after the snacking. So, back into the yellow outfit and boots I went again!

   I wanted a shorter round, as everything was so flooded with the everlasting rain, but Koa wanted his usual one. So, when we finally got back, we were soaked again. Well, the rain suit was dripping pretty good, and my boots were very humid, as part of the path next to the grassy field behind the house was flooded, and I didn't have my head lamp, so I didn't see it until we were wading through it... So, I peeled off all the wet layers, and tried to dry off the dude. 😊 He still tried to help me, but it seemed like Koa was starting to understand how I can dry him off best a wee bit better... We got back to the couch, where I finished writing Thursday's journal Toot. I uploaded it to Mastodon and my Journey journal app.

   As I still felt OK enough to write, I started writing Friday's journal Toot as well. While I was writing that, I noticed I was losing some concentration. I first fixed some food for the dude, and then I started to abuse the AI a bit. First to generate a few "Sir Nibbles" images, then to help me with alt texts for them. After that, I browsed a bit on Mastodon, finally catching up with some of my notifications. A sweet friend had written a funny message, which gave me the idea for another image of Sir Nibbles. After that, I fixed some food, and wrote some more on the journal Toot, before Koa needed me to turn into the bright banana again. 😂 It turned out that it would be the last time for this night/morning, which was good for sure.

   We got back from the walk, and I finished the journal Toot. I shared it on Masto and my journal app, and then got my laptop, so I could edit the journal post as well. When I was done, I switched some clothes and shoes, and I got on the treadmill. To my own surprise, it went rather well, and I managed to get to 2,2km in 30 minutes, most of which had been walked with a 1-2% incline. But yeah, it felt nice to manage a longer, inclined, walk, with a 4,4kmh average speed, instead of the 4 kmh I've been walking on ever since the herniated disc and hand surgery. I went upstairs after that, where I folded the laundry, and used the little vacuum to try and clean it a bit more. Someone from the building coop is coming this Monday morning, to check things out due to the mouse situation. Koa barked once, while I was upstairs. While I was vacuuming, I didn't notice any new droppings. And I had not heard the noise anymore. Still, it was good to have someone look at it soon.

   I went back downstairs, cleaned up the laundry, washed up and changed clothes. After that, Koa and I had our first "as good as dry" walkies of the day. When we got back, Koa got some food, and I tried to relax with some couch and telly time. The next few hours, I tried to sweep the floors, which gathered quite a bit of hair. We tried to relax a bit as well. I wanted to walk a short round before fixing Koa's last meal before bed time, but Koa had a different plan, and I was glad when we got back home again. I fixed Koa's meal, and started preparing for bedtime. I got myself some food as well. When Koa and I had filled our bellies, and watched some telly, we went in the garden before retreating to the bedroom.

   Koa and I dozed off a bit, and after a potty break, we managed to get about 7¼ hours of sleep in total. When we got up, storm Boelo was raging wildly. We would be enjoying some more "nice weather" tonight, with an extra hour, due to daylight saving ending...

   Thanks to all for your kindness and support during my "journey through daily life" :bear_love: I really appreciate it :bear_hugs: as it helps me to keep going on bad/harder days! :bear_nuzzle:

   :pixy_party: 💜 🍀 🐾

   #PixysJourney
   #WeirdFolks
   #ActuallyAuDHD
   #KoaKoolani

   #journal #pixysjourney #weirdfolks #actuallyaudhd #koakoolani
8. 

   Sam Thursfield @[email protected]

   2026-10-25

   25th October 2026

   Hello,

   I started this blog 22 years ago now (I don’t recommend going back to the start), and for the last 5 years I wrote a monthly “status update” post, aiming to mainly write about interesting stuff I might have done in the world of open source software, which I hoped in turn would motivate me to do more interesting stuff in open source software.

   The world changed a lot in that time. If I started now this would probably be a podcast with 16 listeners, instead of being a WordPress blog with 16 subscribers.

   I’ve spent a lot of time this year reading and thinking about the impact of large language models on the tech industry and open source. Its interesting because this feels like the moment, whether we like it or not, hacker culture goes mainstream. This week the world’s major news outlets had to figure out what PHP is.

   That the BBC’s cyber correspondent didn’t know PHP existed has caused some joking and debate online.

   24 years ago I was figuring out what PHP is. Jonathan Atkinson, who I met in a forum that was nominally about writing video games in QBASIC, asked me to make a wiki in PHP. So I did.

   All I knew about wikis was that, it’s like a regular website except anyone can edit it. I named the project: Wiki! Here’s a quote from the README:
   
   

    How do I install it?  It's best run in its own directory. Create it one. You'll also want a directory for nodes,  or you could keep them in the base wiki dir. Either way, the nodes directory has to be  chmod'ed to 777. 

   You might raise your eyebrows at that comment if you aren’t yourself a teenage hacker discovering web development.

   Wiki! did have a login system, and the passwords were even stored as MD5 hashes rather than plain text, as I heard that was good practice. In hindsight, an attacker who knew how to set the HTTP Cookie header could impersonate anyone, like this: Cookie: wikiticket=admin.

   Here is a snippet of the file edit.php. Note that $node and $title are inputs you can set via a POST request, or even via URL parameters like edit.php?title="/etc/passwd":
   
   

    $t=$title;  if ($node) {   	// Write new data  	//  	$file=fopen($nodedir.$t.".wiki", "w+");  	$node=stripslashes(ereg_replace("(\r\n|\n|\r)","<br>", $node));	// Linebreak to <br>  	fputs($file, $node."\n"); 

   Even if you just learned what PHP is today, you might see that this is not an entirely secure design.

   Anyway, at the time I was proud of my work, and I needed somewhere to host it. So, as you would in 2002, I registered the name “wiki” on sourceforge.net and uploaded the project code.

   Sourceforge, for those who haven’t yet reached middle age, was the 2000’s equivalent of Github. It allowed projects to have their own website, as long as they included the Sourceforge logo somewhere, and the website could use PHP. Perfect, I thought, the project’s website will be a wiki!

   Looking back now through archive.org, I can see this code actually ran in public for many years.

   Here it is around launch day in 2002: https://web.archive.org/web/20021012080349/http://wiki.sourceforge.net/wiki

   I have a local copy from around this time, which includes indexjon.wiki:
   
   

   
   Sam, there are some serious bugs in this wiki. I keep on getting 'document contains no data' errors; get me on AIM.
   
   Welcome to grove.swoo.net. You may or may not be interested in the [weblog].
   JonathanA - 29/8/02 - 11:36 am
   JonathanA - 29/8/02 - 07:36 am

   Those bugs went unfixed forever, and six months later, the front page text had been replaced with two poems, one in Italian and one in Russian: https://web.archive.org/web/20030420205758/http://wiki.sourceforge.net

   One is “Non chiederci la parola che squadri da ogni lato” by Eugenio Montale, written in 1923, and presumably posted by a fan. Does anyone know what it’s about? A machine translation suggests it might discuss “the crisis of certainty faced by contemporary man”. The other is “Anecdote for Fathers” by William Wordsworth, in Russian via an unnamed translator.

   Let’s just sit with that for a moment. Imagine what happens in 2026 if a trivially exploitable PHP website hosted by a US corporation goes online: it’ll be mining bitcoin, serving pornography and drowning in racist and antisemitic spam, probably all within the same day.

   In 2003, over the course of six months, my naive implementation of a wiki was gifted with… two rather thoughtful poems.

   Fast forward another year. I was about to turn 18 years old, was studying for A levels and mostly concerned with hanging out in the park drinking cheap cider and learning to play the guitar. I was certainly not thinking about this rather flawed chunk of PHP code that I’d written two years earlier, but via the magic of archive.org we can see that various people were genuinely trying to use it as a wiki: https://web.archive.org/web/20041121113508/http://wiki.sourceforge.net

   In hindsight, perhaps it attracted so much attention because I’d literally taken the subdomain: http://wiki.sourceforge.net/, unintentionally boosting the SEO reach quite a bit. The site was still active right up until 2007.

   I can’t find it now, but I do remember receiving an email at some point from sourceforge.net noting that they’d taken down the wiki! website after discovering it was a major security risk. And at some point they must have (quite reasonably) reclaimed the project name as well, since http://sourceforge.net/projects/wiki no longer exists. It will always live on in my heart, though, and for the moment at: https://web.archive.org/web/20021014172056/http://sourceforge.net/projects/wiki/

   The world has changed significantly since I was a teenage hacker. Some of what I learned in those days is completely obsolete, such as the QBASIC programming language and VGA graphics. I am a world expert in these irrelevant topics.

   Other stuff that I picked up in the early 2000s has become the foundation of my career as an operating systems developer: C programming, Linux distributions and an gradual induction into open source desktop world via Planet GNOME. And good old PHP, of course. Who knew that, a quarter way through the 21st century, PHP would be front page news?

   Age 18, I didn’t tell anyone in the real world that I’d written a wiki because it’d be the first time they’d heard the word “wiki”. The word evoked exotic and mysterious feelings of Hawaii in 2002. Now it universally evokes Wikipedia. People are learning about password hygiene and PHP. The arrival of AI on the scene, to me, fits into this bigger picture that began in the last century: we, the Computer People, are becoming Mainstream.

   #ai #openSource

   #ai #opensource
9. 

   Life on the Wicked Stage: Act 3 @[email protected]

   2026-10-25

   Sunday Morning Reading

   Writing a blog is an interesting experience. So is reading them. The best blogs are the ones where the person behind the keyboard shines through. You can say it takes courage to put yourself and your opinions out there. You would be correct. A lot of that got diminished when social media took over because of its hit and run nature. But blogs and the writers behind them are still there and surface now and again. Today’s Sunday Morning Reading features a few along with a few other tricks and treats. Hope you check them and the rest of the links out.

   Good writing stands out. Even on the Internet where it comes in small waves and ripples, subsequently washed away by more of the same, or often overwhelmed by the slop running alongside threatening to take it over. David Todd McCarty’s A Stream Has No Memory isn’t about that necessarily, and yet it is. All things flow.

   As I mentioned, personal blogging took a hit when the age of social media dawned. Yet, those that still exist, though not always as prolific, still provide insight when a writer allows you to peek into deeper waters. In many ways putting yourself out there, regardless of where, can easily become a personal hell. There’s been quite a controversy eddying about in tech circles about some who loudly condemned what was formerly Twitter reversing course and just as publicly announcing that they are returning. To each their own personal hell, I guess. I’ve stated my feelings about that here and here. Noted developer Marco Arment took to his blog with a post simply and aptly titled Community. It isn’t about what X marks the spot, it’s about what I believe deep down we all search for when we choose to share ourselves in our writing and our creative work. It can be lonely even with a magnitude of followers in whatever personal hell you choose to put yourself into.

   Jason Snell links to an excellent post by Cory Doctorow called Critique And Writing. Yes, it’s about AI and folks using it to generate editorial feedback, but it’s about so much more. We develop critical thinking by critiquing the work of others who work in the same field, whether it be writing or other disciplines. I had an acting professor once tell the class that the way we responded to the work of others told him more about how we were developing (or not) as actors as the work we ourselves did onstage.

   In the category of things we all share but wish we didn’t Neil Steinberg takes on scams and their persistent and constantly replicating existence in I Look Forward To Reviewing Your Proposal And Learning About The Quest For Pie.

   Natasha MH takes a look at perhaps the year’s most controversial film, Digger, in Hail The Conquering Heroes. That film is becoming a personal measuring stick for me as to who sees the world we live in as I do and who doesn’t.

   Halloween is upon us. With grandkids that’s quite a treat. But it can also be tricky. I’m headed there next weekend because my grandson has convinced us that we have to go trick-or-treating with him and his sister. He’s chosen for me to be costumed as a T-Rex. (Wearing costumes is my own personal hell.) Regardless of my escapades, I marvel at all of the decorations that abound and proliferate in yards up and down every block of every town rendering them all somewhat meaningless. Rex Huppke takes on the topic in America Has An Addiction To Giant Halloween Skeletons.

   And if Halloween spirits swirling amongst all of the evil things going on in the real world aren’t enough to scare the beejeebus out of you give a read to Max Seddon’s piece The Putin Whisperers about three men who worked to stop Putin from unleashing nuclear Armageddon. Some things are just damn scary.

   All things flow.

   (Image from The Cleveland Museum of Art on Unsplash.)

   Thanks for reading. Feel free to subscribe if you want. It’s free. If you’re interested in just what the heck Sunday Morning Reading is all about you can read more about the origins of Sunday Morning Reading here. If you’d like more click on the Sunday Morning Reading link in the category column to check out what’s been shared on Sunday’s past. You can also find more of my writings on Medium at this link, including in the publications Ellemeno and Rome. This site does not use affilate links.

    

   #ai #blog #blogging #books #Community #Culture #Internet #life #Movies #russia #SocialMedia #SundayMorningReading #Tech #ukraine #Writing

   #ai #blog #blogging #books #community #culture
10. 

    pasjrwoctx👽 @[email protected]

    2026-10-25

    Since Thursday Morning, I have been battling with my #Datbase for #Friendica, along with a few dozen minor code issues, I think I have them pretty well ironed out, Thursday Afternoon I implemented trash protocols and insured all rubbish was in the proper receptacle and transported it to the road side collection point, Friday Morning, I returned to my battle of Enduring Upgrade Rectification, fighting with code and database the majority of the day, in where throughout I had several other tasks to complete, after refuse collection, I returned the receptacle to it's central collection point, I sought out collected and relocated several hand yard implements to a far more logical and sustainable storage and retrieval unit, Friday Evening I had 5 Canines entrusted to my temporary care that I needed to feed, air and tend to their kennels, Friday Night again was wrought with battling code and database, Saturday Morning I again began the task of beating into submission code and database tables, in between the Morning I again had to tend to 5 Canine units and all that entails, I facilitated and embarked the termination and removal of a dead non-bearing fruit tree, in where the wood of use was transferred to the winter heating supply, while the remainder was translocated to an awaiting brush pile, the termination concluded with me in a tractor removing the remaining stump and integrating it to said brush pile, I then returned within the confines of my cave, to again continue forcing the yield of code and database, to an end that I as normal emerged victorious, with the caveat that there may still be mines laying in wait for ambush, early this evening I again provided care for the 5 canines, I managed to precure a shower in where I ran out of hot water, simply due to the fact it took me that long for my body to cleanse it's self, as I provide you with some rather useless points of my hours spent, I am in fact in pain, I am in fact exhausted, and I am in fact hungry, as both neither time has allowed nor dose my existence to have adequate nutritional uptake, not to mention I still have Sunday to contend with, and any subsequent day that follows thereafter;

    You can encourage my continued useless #poetry, creativity and expression of self, #commentary, random thoughts, #philosophy and ideas, and by doing so your helping to feed, house and clothe a #disabled man living in #poverty, $5-10-15 It All Helps, via #cashapp at $woctxphotog or via #paypal at paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…

    #datbase #commentary #poetry #philosophy #friendica #paypal
11. 

    pasjrwoctx👽 @[email protected]

    2026-10-27

    #Disability #Poverty #Aging #Health
    🚨 URGENT HELP NEEDED TODAY 🚨

    I am a 48-year-old disabled man living in poverty, and I am struggling to survive.

    Every day is a battle against constant pain, sleepless nights, hunger, declining health, worsening vision, vertigo, mobility issues, cognitive decline, and the harsh reality that my disability income does not come close to covering the cost of living.

    I face impossible choices every day:

    Food or hygiene.
    Medication or necessities.
    Survival today or survival tomorrow.

    I have no safety net. No financial cushion. No family support. No meaningful support system.

    I am asking for help because I genuinely do not know how much longer I can continue carrying this burden alone.

    My Reality

    I live solely on SSDI.

    I have no health insurance.

    I do not drive.

    I live in a rural area with no public transportation, meaning everything I need must be delivered or depend on finding someone willing and able to help.

    My housing situation is unstable. Part of my rent is paid through helping maintain the property where I live, but my disabilities and declining health are making even those responsibilities increasingly difficult.

    I am aging in poverty, and every year brings new physical limitations, more pain, and greater uncertainty.

    I am not getting better.

    I am getting worse.

    My Health Is Declining

    My days are consumed by:

    Chronic pain
    Exhaustion
    High blood pressure fluctuations
    Vertigo and dizziness
    Poor mobility
    Knee, hip, ankle, and joint pain
    Numbness and weakness in my hands
    Cognitive and executive functioning decline
    Vision problems and light sensitivity
    Dental issues
    Anxiety, PTSD, and Bipolar Disorder

    Some days my vision becomes a fuzzy blur. Bright light hurts. Low light makes basic tasks difficult.

    If I sit too long, my joints lock up.

    If I stand too long, my legs burn and stiffen.

    If I lie down, pain spreads throughout my body.

    Simple daily activities that most people take for granted are becoming harder and harder to accomplish.

    Why I Am Reaching Out

    I am exhausted.

    Physically.

    Mentally.

    Emotionally.

    Spiritually.

    I have spent years contacting organizations, charities, government agencies, advocacy programs, nonprofits, and anyone I could think of for help.

    Most of the time I receive lists of resources, referrals, phone numbers, websites, and suggestions.

    What I do not receive are results.

    I desperately need someone willing to understand my actual circumstances and help create real, concrete solutions.

    I do not need more lists.

    I need advocacy.

    I need a social worker or case manager who can help navigate housing, healthcare, benefits, food security, transportation, and long-term stability.

    I know resources exist.

    I simply cannot seem to access them on my own.

    A Recent Example

    A few months ago, I developed a serious dental problem.

    The pain became so severe that my landlord had to take me to the emergency room simply to obtain antibiotics.

    After extensive effort and repeated requests, I was able to receive an examination and X-rays, only to be referred elsewhere for additional care I could not afford and could not reliably travel to.

    Multiple emails and follow-ups produced little more than apologies and delays.

    This experience reflects a much larger problem:

    Many disabled people are given information about help.

    Far fewer are actually able to obtain that help.

    What I Need Most
    Immediate Needs
    Food and groceries
    Hygiene supplies
    Clothing
    Medical and dental care
    Transportation assistance
    Household necessities
    Relief from immediate financial crisis
    Long-Term Needs
    Stable, permanent housing
    Consistent food security
    Reliable healthcare access
    Advocacy and case management
    A sustainable future with dignity and security

    My greatest need is stability.

    I need a forever home where I can live safely for the rest of my life without constantly fearing homelessness, displacement, or crisis.

    This Is About Dignity

    This is not a request for luxury.

    It is a plea for dignity.

    Poverty is expensive.

    Disability is exhausting.

    Hunger is cruel.

    Isolation is crushing.

    I am trying to survive while my body and mind continue to deteriorate.

    Despite everything, I continue to fight every day.

    I continue to hope.

    I continue to ask for help.

    Financial Needs
    Today's Goal

    $8,455

    Annual Survival Need

    $27,255

    Monthly Survival Need

    $1,500

    Immediate Stabilization Goal

    $25,000

    Long-Term Housing and Security Goal

    $5,000,000

    A stable, accessible, permanent property would not only give me safety and security, but potentially allow me to spend the remainder of my life helping others who struggle as I have.

    How You Can Help
    Donate

    🔗 PayPal:
    paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…

    💸 Cash App:
    $woctxphotog

    Share

    If you cannot donate, please share this with others.

    Every dollar helps.

    Every share matters.

    Every act of compassion makes a difference.

    Final Words

    I am tired.

    I am hungry.

    I am in pain.

    I am scared of what tomorrow may bring.

    But I am still here, still fighting, and still hoping someone will hear me.

    If you have ever known hardship, loss, fear, hunger, loneliness, disability, or uncertainty, then you know that compassion can mean everything.

    Please help if you can.

    Thank you for taking the time to read my story.

    #MutualAid #Disabled #Disability #Poverty #Housing #Health #Healthcare #DentalHealth #FoodInsecurity #ChronicIllness #MentalHealth #PTSD #Bipolar #Survival #Support #Compassion #Empathy #Aging #Help #Dignity #Rent #Groceries #Hygiene #CommunitySupport #Life

    #disabled #poverty #bipolar #groceries #health #mutualaid
12. 

    pasjrwoctx👽 @[email protected]

    2026-10-27

    #Disability #Poverty #Aging #Health
    🚨 URGENT HELP NEEDED TODAY 🚨

    I am a 48-year-old disabled man living in poverty, and I am struggling to survive.

    Every day is a battle against constant pain, sleepless nights, hunger, declining health, worsening vision, vertigo, mobility issues, cognitive decline, and the harsh reality that my disability income does not come close to covering the cost of living.

    I face impossible choices every day:

    Food or hygiene.
    Medication or necessities.
    Survival today or survival tomorrow.

    I have no safety net. No financial cushion. No family support. No meaningful support system.

    I am asking for help because I genuinely do not know how much longer I can continue carrying this burden alone.

    My Reality

    I live solely on SSDI.

    I have no health insurance.

    I do not drive.

    I live in a rural area with no public transportation, meaning everything I need must be delivered or depend on finding someone willing and able to help.

    My housing situation is unstable. Part of my rent is paid through helping maintain the property where I live, but my disabilities and declining health are making even those responsibilities increasingly difficult.

    I am aging in poverty, and every year brings new physical limitations, more pain, and greater uncertainty.

    I am not getting better.

    I am getting worse.

    My Health Is Declining

    My days are consumed by:

    Chronic pain
    Exhaustion
    High blood pressure fluctuations
    Vertigo and dizziness
    Poor mobility
    Knee, hip, ankle, and joint pain
    Numbness and weakness in my hands
    Cognitive and executive functioning decline
    Vision problems and light sensitivity
    Dental issues
    Anxiety, PTSD, and Bipolar Disorder

    Some days my vision becomes a fuzzy blur. Bright light hurts. Low light makes basic tasks difficult.

    If I sit too long, my joints lock up.

    If I stand too long, my legs burn and stiffen.

    If I lie down, pain spreads throughout my body.

    Simple daily activities that most people take for granted are becoming harder and harder to accomplish.

    Why I Am Reaching Out

    I am exhausted.

    Physically.

    Mentally.

    Emotionally.

    Spiritually.

    I have spent years contacting organizations, charities, government agencies, advocacy programs, nonprofits, and anyone I could think of for help.

    Most of the time I receive lists of resources, referrals, phone numbers, websites, and suggestions.

    What I do not receive are results.

    I desperately need someone willing to understand my actual circumstances and help create real, concrete solutions.

    I do not need more lists.

    I need advocacy.

    I need a social worker or case manager who can help navigate housing, healthcare, benefits, food security, transportation, and long-term stability.

    I know resources exist.

    I simply cannot seem to access them on my own.

    A Recent Example

    A few months ago, I developed a serious dental problem.

    The pain became so severe that my landlord had to take me to the emergency room simply to obtain antibiotics.

    After extensive effort and repeated requests, I was able to receive an examination and X-rays, only to be referred elsewhere for additional care I could not afford and could not reliably travel to.

    Multiple emails and follow-ups produced little more than apologies and delays.

    This experience reflects a much larger problem:

    Many disabled people are given information about help.

    Far fewer are actually able to obtain that help.

    What I Need Most
    Immediate Needs
    Food and groceries
    Hygiene supplies
    Clothing
    Medical and dental care
    Transportation assistance
    Household necessities
    Relief from immediate financial crisis
    Long-Term Needs
    Stable, permanent housing
    Consistent food security
    Reliable healthcare access
    Advocacy and case management
    A sustainable future with dignity and security

    My greatest need is stability.

    I need a forever home where I can live safely for the rest of my life without constantly fearing homelessness, displacement, or crisis.

    This Is About Dignity

    This is not a request for luxury.

    It is a plea for dignity.

    Poverty is expensive.

    Disability is exhausting.

    Hunger is cruel.

    Isolation is crushing.

    I am trying to survive while my body and mind continue to deteriorate.

    Despite everything, I continue to fight every day.

    I continue to hope.

    I continue to ask for help.

    Financial Needs
    Today's Goal

    $8,455

    Annual Survival Need

    $27,255

    Monthly Survival Need

    $1,500

    Immediate Stabilization Goal

    $25,000

    Long-Term Housing and Security Goal

    $5,000,000

    A stable, accessible, permanent property would not only give me safety and security, but potentially allow me to spend the remainder of my life helping others who struggle as I have.

    How You Can Help
    Donate

    🔗 PayPal:
    paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…

    💸 Cash App:
    $woctxphotog

    Share

    If you cannot donate, please share this with others.

    Every dollar helps.

    Every share matters.

    Every act of compassion makes a difference.

    Final Words

    I am tired.

    I am hungry.

    I am in pain.

    I am scared of what tomorrow may bring.

    But I am still here, still fighting, and still hoping someone will hear me.

    If you have ever known hardship, loss, fear, hunger, loneliness, disability, or uncertainty, then you know that compassion can mean everything.

    Please help if you can.

    Thank you for taking the time to read my story.

    #MutualAid #Disabled #Disability #Poverty #Housing #Health #Healthcare #DentalHealth #FoodInsecurity #ChronicIllness #MentalHealth #PTSD #Bipolar #Survival #Support #Compassion #Empathy #Aging #Help #Dignity #Rent #Groceries #Hygiene #CommunitySupport #Life

    #disabled #poverty #bipolar #groceries #health #mutualaid
13. 

    pasjrwoctx👽 @[email protected]

    2026-10-27

    #Disability #Poverty #Aging #Health
    🚨 URGENT HELP NEEDED TODAY 🚨

    I am a 48-year-old disabled man living in poverty, and I am struggling to survive.

    Every day is a battle against constant pain, sleepless nights, hunger, declining health, worsening vision, vertigo, mobility issues, cognitive decline, and the harsh reality that my disability income does not come close to covering the cost of living.

    I face impossible choices every day:

    Food or hygiene.
    Medication or necessities.
    Survival today or survival tomorrow.

    I have no safety net. No financial cushion. No family support. No meaningful support system.

    I am asking for help because I genuinely do not know how much longer I can continue carrying this burden alone.

    My Reality

    I live solely on SSDI.

    I have no health insurance.

    I do not drive.

    I live in a rural area with no public transportation, meaning everything I need must be delivered or depend on finding someone willing and able to help.

    My housing situation is unstable. Part of my rent is paid through helping maintain the property where I live, but my disabilities and declining health are making even those responsibilities increasingly difficult.

    I am aging in poverty, and every year brings new physical limitations, more pain, and greater uncertainty.

    I am not getting better.

    I am getting worse.

    My Health Is Declining

    My days are consumed by:

    Chronic pain
    Exhaustion
    High blood pressure fluctuations
    Vertigo and dizziness
    Poor mobility
    Knee, hip, ankle, and joint pain
    Numbness and weakness in my hands
    Cognitive and executive functioning decline
    Vision problems and light sensitivity
    Dental issues
    Anxiety, PTSD, and Bipolar Disorder

    Some days my vision becomes a fuzzy blur. Bright light hurts. Low light makes basic tasks difficult.

    If I sit too long, my joints lock up.

    If I stand too long, my legs burn and stiffen.

    If I lie down, pain spreads throughout my body.

    Simple daily activities that most people take for granted are becoming harder and harder to accomplish.

    Why I Am Reaching Out

    I am exhausted.

    Physically.

    Mentally.

    Emotionally.

    Spiritually.

    I have spent years contacting organizations, charities, government agencies, advocacy programs, nonprofits, and anyone I could think of for help.

    Most of the time I receive lists of resources, referrals, phone numbers, websites, and suggestions.

    What I do not receive are results.

    I desperately need someone willing to understand my actual circumstances and help create real, concrete solutions.

    I do not need more lists.

    I need advocacy.

    I need a social worker or case manager who can help navigate housing, healthcare, benefits, food security, transportation, and long-term stability.

    I know resources exist.

    I simply cannot seem to access them on my own.

    A Recent Example

    A few months ago, I developed a serious dental problem.

    The pain became so severe that my landlord had to take me to the emergency room simply to obtain antibiotics.

    After extensive effort and repeated requests, I was able to receive an examination and X-rays, only to be referred elsewhere for additional care I could not afford and could not reliably travel to.

    Multiple emails and follow-ups produced little more than apologies and delays.

    This experience reflects a much larger problem:

    Many disabled people are given information about help.

    Far fewer are actually able to obtain that help.

    What I Need Most
    Immediate Needs
    Food and groceries
    Hygiene supplies
    Clothing
    Medical and dental care
    Transportation assistance
    Household necessities
    Relief from immediate financial crisis
    Long-Term Needs
    Stable, permanent housing
    Consistent food security
    Reliable healthcare access
    Advocacy and case management
    A sustainable future with dignity and security

    My greatest need is stability.

    I need a forever home where I can live safely for the rest of my life without constantly fearing homelessness, displacement, or crisis.

    This Is About Dignity

    This is not a request for luxury.

    It is a plea for dignity.

    Poverty is expensive.

    Disability is exhausting.

    Hunger is cruel.

    Isolation is crushing.

    I am trying to survive while my body and mind continue to deteriorate.

    Despite everything, I continue to fight every day.

    I continue to hope.

    I continue to ask for help.

    Financial Needs
    Today's Goal

    $8,455

    Annual Survival Need

    $27,255

    Monthly Survival Need

    $1,500

    Immediate Stabilization Goal

    $25,000

    Long-Term Housing and Security Goal

    $5,000,000

    A stable, accessible, permanent property would not only give me safety and security, but potentially allow me to spend the remainder of my life helping others who struggle as I have.

    How You Can Help
    Donate

    🔗 PayPal:
    paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…

    💸 Cash App:
    $woctxphotog

    Share

    If you cannot donate, please share this with others.

    Every dollar helps.

    Every share matters.

    Every act of compassion makes a difference.

    Final Words

    I am tired.

    I am hungry.

    I am in pain.

    I am scared of what tomorrow may bring.

    But I am still here, still fighting, and still hoping someone will hear me.

    If you have ever known hardship, loss, fear, hunger, loneliness, disability, or uncertainty, then you know that compassion can mean everything.

    Please help if you can.

    Thank you for taking the time to read my story.

    #MutualAid #Disabled #Disability #Poverty #Housing #Health #Healthcare #DentalHealth #FoodInsecurity #ChronicIllness #MentalHealth #PTSD #Bipolar #Survival #Support #Compassion #Empathy #Aging #Help #Dignity #Rent #Groceries #Hygiene #CommunitySupport #Life

    #disabled #poverty #bipolar #groceries #health #mutualaid
14. 

    pasjrwoctx👽 @[email protected]

    2026-10-26

    Help Is Urgently Needed!

    #Disability #Poverty #Aging #Health
    🚨 URGENT HELP NEEDED TODAY 🚨

    I am a 48-year-old disabled man living in poverty, and I am struggling to survive.

    Every day is a battle against constant pain, sleepless nights, hunger, declining health, worsening vision, vertigo, mobility issues, cognitive decline, and the harsh reality that my disability income does not come close to covering the cost of living.

    I face impossible choices every day:

    Food or hygiene.
    Medication or necessities.
    Survival today or survival tomorrow.

    I have no safety net. No financial cushion. No family support. No meaningful support system.

    I am asking for help because I genuinely do not know how much longer I can continue carrying this burden alone.

    My Reality

    I live solely on SSDI.

    I have no health insurance.

    I do not drive.

    I live in a rural area with no public transportation, meaning everything I need must be delivered or depend on finding someone willing and able to help.

    My housing situation is unstable. Part of my rent is paid through helping maintain the property where I live, but my disabilities and declining health are making even those responsibilities increasingly difficult.

    I am aging in poverty, and every year brings new physical limitations, more pain, and greater uncertainty.

    I am not getting better.

    I am getting worse.

    My Health Is Declining

    My days are consumed by:

    Chronic pain
    Exhaustion
    High blood pressure fluctuations
    Vertigo and dizziness
    Poor mobility
    Knee, hip, ankle, and joint pain
    Numbness and weakness in my hands
    Cognitive and executive functioning decline
    Vision problems and light sensitivity
    Dental issues
    Anxiety, PTSD, and Bipolar Disorder

    Some days my vision becomes a fuzzy blur. Bright light hurts. Low light makes basic tasks difficult.

    If I sit too long, my joints lock up.

    If I stand too long, my legs burn and stiffen.

    If I lie down, pain spreads throughout my body.

    Simple daily activities that most people take for granted are becoming harder and harder to accomplish.

    Why I Am Reaching Out

    I am exhausted.

    Physically.

    Mentally.

    Emotionally.

    Spiritually.

    I have spent years contacting organizations, charities, government agencies, advocacy programs, nonprofits, and anyone I could think of for help.

    Most of the time I receive lists of resources, referrals, phone numbers, websites, and suggestions.

    What I do not receive are results.

    I desperately need someone willing to understand my actual circumstances and help create real, concrete solutions.

    I do not need more lists.

    I need advocacy.

    I need a social worker or case manager who can help navigate housing, healthcare, benefits, food security, transportation, and long-term stability.

    I know resources exist.

    I simply cannot seem to access them on my own.

    A Recent Example

    A few months ago, I developed a serious dental problem.

    The pain became so severe that my landlord had to take me to the emergency room simply to obtain antibiotics.

    After extensive effort and repeated requests, I was able to receive an examination and X-rays, only to be referred elsewhere for additional care I could not afford and could not reliably travel to.

    Multiple emails and follow-ups produced little more than apologies and delays.

    This experience reflects a much larger problem:

    Many disabled people are given information about help.

    Far fewer are actually able to obtain that help.

    What I Need Most
    Immediate Needs
    Food and groceries
    Hygiene supplies
    Clothing
    Medical and dental care
    Transportation assistance
    Household necessities
    Relief from immediate financial crisis
    Long-Term Needs
    Stable, permanent housing
    Consistent food security
    Reliable healthcare access
    Advocacy and case management
    A sustainable future with dignity and security

    My greatest need is stability.

    I need a forever home where I can live safely for the rest of my life without constantly fearing homelessness, displacement, or crisis.

    This Is About Dignity

    This is not a request for luxury.

    It is a plea for dignity.

    Poverty is expensive.

    Disability is exhausting.

    Hunger is cruel.

    Isolation is crushing.

    I am trying to survive while my body and mind continue to deteriorate.

    Despite everything, I continue to fight every day.

    I continue to hope.

    I continue to ask for help.

    Financial Needs
    Today's Goal

    $8,455

    Annual Survival Need

    $27,255

    Monthly Survival Need

    $1,500

    Immediate Stabilization Goal

    $25,000

    Long-Term Housing and Security Goal

    $5,000,000

    A stable, accessible, permanent property would not only give me safety and security, but potentially allow me to spend the remainder of my life helping others who struggle as I have.

    How You Can Help
    Donate

    🔗 PayPal:
    paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…

    💸 Cash App:
    $woctxphotog

    Share

    If you cannot donate, please share this with others.

    Every dollar helps.

    Every share matters.

    Every act of compassion makes a difference.

    Final Words

    I am tired.

    I am hungry.

    I am in pain.

    I am scared of what tomorrow may bring.

    But I am still here, still fighting, and still hoping someone will hear me.

    If you have ever known hardship, loss, fear, hunger, loneliness, disability, or uncertainty, then you know that compassion can mean everything.

    Please help if you can.

    Thank you for taking the time to read my story.

    #MutualAid #Disabled #Disability #Poverty #Housing #Health #Healthcare #DentalHealth #FoodInsecurity #ChronicIllness #MentalHealth #PTSD #Bipolar #Survival #Support #Compassion #Empathy #Aging #Help #Dignity #Rent #Groceries #Hygiene #CommunitySupport #Life

    #disabled #poverty #bipolar #groceries #health #mutualaid
15. 

    pasjrwoctx👽 @[email protected]

    2026-10-26

    Help Today Sure Would Be A True Blessing;

    #Disability #Poverty #Aging #Health
    🚨 URGENT HELP NEEDED TODAY 🚨

    I am a 48-year-old disabled man living in poverty, and I am struggling to survive.

    Every day is a battle against constant pain, sleepless nights, hunger, declining health, worsening vision, vertigo, mobility issues, cognitive decline, and the harsh reality that my disability income does not come close to covering the cost of living.

    I face impossible choices every day:

    Food or hygiene.
    Medication or necessities.
    Survival today or survival tomorrow.

    I have no safety net. No financial cushion. No family support. No meaningful support system.

    I am asking for help because I genuinely do not know how much longer I can continue carrying this burden alone.

    My Reality

    I live solely on SSDI.

    I have no health insurance.

    I do not drive.

    I live in a rural area with no public transportation, meaning everything I need must be delivered or depend on finding someone willing and able to help.

    My housing situation is unstable. Part of my rent is paid through helping maintain the property where I live, but my disabilities and declining health are making even those responsibilities increasingly difficult.

    I am aging in poverty, and every year brings new physical limitations, more pain, and greater uncertainty.

    I am not getting better.

    I am getting worse.

    My Health Is Declining

    My days are consumed by:

    Chronic pain
    Exhaustion
    High blood pressure fluctuations
    Vertigo and dizziness
    Poor mobility
    Knee, hip, ankle, and joint pain
    Numbness and weakness in my hands
    Cognitive and executive functioning decline
    Vision problems and light sensitivity
    Dental issues
    Anxiety, PTSD, and Bipolar Disorder

    Some days my vision becomes a fuzzy blur. Bright light hurts. Low light makes basic tasks difficult.

    If I sit too long, my joints lock up.

    If I stand too long, my legs burn and stiffen.

    If I lie down, pain spreads throughout my body.

    Simple daily activities that most people take for granted are becoming harder and harder to accomplish.

    Why I Am Reaching Out

    I am exhausted.

    Physically.

    Mentally.

    Emotionally.

    Spiritually.

    I have spent years contacting organizations, charities, government agencies, advocacy programs, nonprofits, and anyone I could think of for help.

    Most of the time I receive lists of resources, referrals, phone numbers, websites, and suggestions.

    What I do not receive are results.

    I desperately need someone willing to understand my actual circumstances and help create real, concrete solutions.

    I do not need more lists.

    I need advocacy.

    I need a social worker or case manager who can help navigate housing, healthcare, benefits, food security, transportation, and long-term stability.

    I know resources exist.

    I simply cannot seem to access them on my own.

    A Recent Example

    A few months ago, I developed a serious dental problem.

    The pain became so severe that my landlord had to take me to the emergency room simply to obtain antibiotics.

    After extensive effort and repeated requests, I was able to receive an examination and X-rays, only to be referred elsewhere for additional care I could not afford and could not reliably travel to.

    Multiple emails and follow-ups produced little more than apologies and delays.

    This experience reflects a much larger problem:

    Many disabled people are given information about help.

    Far fewer are actually able to obtain that help.

    What I Need Most
    Immediate Needs
    Food and groceries
    Hygiene supplies
    Clothing
    Medical and dental care
    Transportation assistance
    Household necessities
    Relief from immediate financial crisis
    Long-Term Needs
    Stable, permanent housing
    Consistent food security
    Reliable healthcare access
    Advocacy and case management
    A sustainable future with dignity and security

    My greatest need is stability.

    I need a forever home where I can live safely for the rest of my life without constantly fearing homelessness, displacement, or crisis.

    This Is About Dignity

    This is not a request for luxury.

    It is a plea for dignity.

    Poverty is expensive.

    Disability is exhausting.

    Hunger is cruel.

    Isolation is crushing.

    I am trying to survive while my body and mind continue to deteriorate.

    Despite everything, I continue to fight every day.

    I continue to hope.

    I continue to ask for help.

    Financial Needs
    Today's Goal

    $8,455

    Annual Survival Need

    $27,255

    Monthly Survival Need

    $1,500

    Immediate Stabilization Goal

    $25,000

    Long-Term Housing and Security Goal

    $5,000,000

    A stable, accessible, permanent property would not only give me safety and security, but potentially allow me to spend the remainder of my life helping others who struggle as I have.

    How You Can Help
    Donate

    🔗 PayPal:
    paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…

    💸 Cash App:
    $woctxphotog

    Share

    If you cannot donate, please share this with others.

    Every dollar helps.

    Every share matters.

    Every act of compassion makes a difference.

    Final Words

    I am tired.

    I am hungry.

    I am in pain.

    I am scared of what tomorrow may bring.

    But I am still here, still fighting, and still hoping someone will hear me.

    If you have ever known hardship, loss, fear, hunger, loneliness, disability, or uncertainty, then you know that compassion can mean everything.

    Please help if you can.

    Thank you for taking the time to read my story.

    #MutualAid #Disabled #Disability #Poverty #Housing #Health #Healthcare #DentalHealth #FoodInsecurity #ChronicIllness #MentalHealth #PTSD #Bipolar #Survival #Support #Compassion #Empathy #Aging #Help #Dignity #Rent #Groceries #Hygiene #CommunitySupport #Life

    #disabled #poverty #bipolar #groceries #health #mutualaid
16. 

    pasjrwoctx👽 @[email protected]

    2026-10-25

    #Disability #Poverty #Aging #Health
    🚨 URGENT HELP NEEDED TODAY 🚨

    I am a 48-year-old disabled man living in poverty, and I am struggling to survive.

    Every day is a battle against constant pain, sleepless nights, hunger, declining health, worsening vision, vertigo, mobility issues, cognitive decline, and the harsh reality that my disability income does not come close to covering the cost of living.

    I face impossible choices every day:

    Food or hygiene.
    Medication or necessities.
    Survival today or survival tomorrow.

    I have no safety net. No financial cushion. No family support. No meaningful support system.

    I am asking for help because I genuinely do not know how much longer I can continue carrying this burden alone.

    My Reality

    I live solely on SSDI.

    I have no health insurance.

    I do not drive.

    I live in a rural area with no public transportation, meaning everything I need must be delivered or depend on finding someone willing and able to help.

    My housing situation is unstable. Part of my rent is paid through helping maintain the property where I live, but my disabilities and declining health are making even those responsibilities increasingly difficult.

    I am aging in poverty, and every year brings new physical limitations, more pain, and greater uncertainty.

    I am not getting better.

    I am getting worse.

    My Health Is Declining

    My days are consumed by:

    Chronic pain
    Exhaustion
    High blood pressure fluctuations
    Vertigo and dizziness
    Poor mobility
    Knee, hip, ankle, and joint pain
    Numbness and weakness in my hands
    Cognitive and executive functioning decline
    Vision problems and light sensitivity
    Dental issues
    Anxiety, PTSD, and Bipolar Disorder

    Some days my vision becomes a fuzzy blur. Bright light hurts. Low light makes basic tasks difficult.

    If I sit too long, my joints lock up.

    If I stand too long, my legs burn and stiffen.

    If I lie down, pain spreads throughout my body.

    Simple daily activities that most people take for granted are becoming harder and harder to accomplish.

    Why I Am Reaching Out

    I am exhausted.

    Physically.

    Mentally.

    Emotionally.

    Spiritually.

    I have spent years contacting organizations, charities, government agencies, advocacy programs, nonprofits, and anyone I could think of for help.

    Most of the time I receive lists of resources, referrals, phone numbers, websites, and suggestions.

    What I do not receive are results.

    I desperately need someone willing to understand my actual circumstances and help create real, concrete solutions.

    I do not need more lists.

    I need advocacy.

    I need a social worker or case manager who can help navigate housing, healthcare, benefits, food security, transportation, and long-term stability.

    I know resources exist.

    I simply cannot seem to access them on my own.

    A Recent Example

    A few months ago, I developed a serious dental problem.

    The pain became so severe that my landlord had to take me to the emergency room simply to obtain antibiotics.

    After extensive effort and repeated requests, I was able to receive an examination and X-rays, only to be referred elsewhere for additional care I could not afford and could not reliably travel to.

    Multiple emails and follow-ups produced little more than apologies and delays.

    This experience reflects a much larger problem:

    Many disabled people are given information about help.

    Far fewer are actually able to obtain that help.

    What I Need Most
    Immediate Needs
    Food and groceries
    Hygiene supplies
    Clothing
    Medical and dental care
    Transportation assistance
    Household necessities
    Relief from immediate financial crisis
    Long-Term Needs
    Stable, permanent housing
    Consistent food security
    Reliable healthcare access
    Advocacy and case management
    A sustainable future with dignity and security

    My greatest need is stability.

    I need a forever home where I can live safely for the rest of my life without constantly fearing homelessness, displacement, or crisis.

    This Is About Dignity

    This is not a request for luxury.

    It is a plea for dignity.

    Poverty is expensive.

    Disability is exhausting.

    Hunger is cruel.

    Isolation is crushing.

    I am trying to survive while my body and mind continue to deteriorate.

    Despite everything, I continue to fight every day.

    I continue to hope.

    I continue to ask for help.

    Financial Needs
    Today's Goal

    $8,455

    Annual Survival Need

    $27,255

    Monthly Survival Need

    $1,500

    Immediate Stabilization Goal

    $25,000

    Long-Term Housing and Security Goal

    $5,000,000

    A stable, accessible, permanent property would not only give me safety and security, but potentially allow me to spend the remainder of my life helping others who struggle as I have.

    How You Can Help
    Donate

    🔗 PayPal:
    paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…

    💸 Cash App:
    $woctxphotog

    Share

    If you cannot donate, please share this with others.

    Every dollar helps.

    Every share matters.

    Every act of compassion makes a difference.

    Final Words

    I am tired.

    I am hungry.

    I am in pain.

    I am scared of what tomorrow may bring.

    But I am still here, still fighting, and still hoping someone will hear me.

    If you have ever known hardship, loss, fear, hunger, loneliness, disability, or uncertainty, then you know that compassion can mean everything.

    Please help if you can.

    Thank you for taking the time to read my story.

    #MutualAid #Disabled #Disability #Poverty #Housing #Health #Healthcare #DentalHealth #FoodInsecurity #ChronicIllness #MentalHealth #PTSD #Bipolar #Survival #Support #Compassion #Empathy #Aging #Help #Dignity #Rent #Groceries #Hygiene #CommunitySupport #Life

    #disabled #poverty #bipolar #groceries #health #mutualaid
17. 

    pasjrwoctx👽 @[email protected]

    2026-10-25

    A Little Humanity And Compassion, Could Really Improve Someone's Day;

    #Disability #Poverty #Aging #Health
    🚨 URGENT HELP NEEDED TODAY 🚨

    I am a 48-year-old disabled man living in poverty, and I am struggling to survive.

    Every day is a battle against constant pain, sleepless nights, hunger, declining health, worsening vision, vertigo, mobility issues, cognitive decline, and the harsh reality that my disability income does not come close to covering the cost of living.

    I face impossible choices every day:

    Food or hygiene.
    Medication or necessities.
    Survival today or survival tomorrow.

    I have no safety net. No financial cushion. No family support. No meaningful support system.

    I am asking for help because I genuinely do not know how much longer I can continue carrying this burden alone.

    My Reality

    I live solely on SSDI.

    I have no health insurance.

    I do not drive.

    I live in a rural area with no public transportation, meaning everything I need must be delivered or depend on finding someone willing and able to help.

    My housing situation is unstable. Part of my rent is paid through helping maintain the property where I live, but my disabilities and declining health are making even those responsibilities increasingly difficult.

    I am aging in poverty, and every year brings new physical limitations, more pain, and greater uncertainty.

    I am not getting better.

    I am getting worse.

    My Health Is Declining

    My days are consumed by:

    Chronic pain
    Exhaustion
    High blood pressure fluctuations
    Vertigo and dizziness
    Poor mobility
    Knee, hip, ankle, and joint pain
    Numbness and weakness in my hands
    Cognitive and executive functioning decline
    Vision problems and light sensitivity
    Dental issues
    Anxiety, PTSD, and Bipolar Disorder

    Some days my vision becomes a fuzzy blur. Bright light hurts. Low light makes basic tasks difficult.

    If I sit too long, my joints lock up.

    If I stand too long, my legs burn and stiffen.

    If I lie down, pain spreads throughout my body.

    Simple daily activities that most people take for granted are becoming harder and harder to accomplish.

    Why I Am Reaching Out

    I am exhausted.

    Physically.

    Mentally.

    Emotionally.

    Spiritually.

    I have spent years contacting organizations, charities, government agencies, advocacy programs, nonprofits, and anyone I could think of for help.

    Most of the time I receive lists of resources, referrals, phone numbers, websites, and suggestions.

    What I do not receive are results.

    I desperately need someone willing to understand my actual circumstances and help create real, concrete solutions.

    I do not need more lists.

    I need advocacy.

    I need a social worker or case manager who can help navigate housing, healthcare, benefits, food security, transportation, and long-term stability.

    I know resources exist.

    I simply cannot seem to access them on my own.

    A Recent Example

    A few months ago, I developed a serious dental problem.

    The pain became so severe that my landlord had to take me to the emergency room simply to obtain antibiotics.

    After extensive effort and repeated requests, I was able to receive an examination and X-rays, only to be referred elsewhere for additional care I could not afford and could not reliably travel to.

    Multiple emails and follow-ups produced little more than apologies and delays.

    This experience reflects a much larger problem:

    Many disabled people are given information about help.

    Far fewer are actually able to obtain that help.

    What I Need Most
    Immediate Needs
    Food and groceries
    Hygiene supplies
    Clothing
    Medical and dental care
    Transportation assistance
    Household necessities
    Relief from immediate financial crisis
    Long-Term Needs
    Stable, permanent housing
    Consistent food security
    Reliable healthcare access
    Advocacy and case management
    A sustainable future with dignity and security

    My greatest need is stability.

    I need a forever home where I can live safely for the rest of my life without constantly fearing homelessness, displacement, or crisis.

    This Is About Dignity

    This is not a request for luxury.

    It is a plea for dignity.

    Poverty is expensive.

    Disability is exhausting.

    Hunger is cruel.

    Isolation is crushing.

    I am trying to survive while my body and mind continue to deteriorate.

    Despite everything, I continue to fight every day.

    I continue to hope.

    I continue to ask for help.

    Financial Needs
    Today's Goal

    $8,455

    Annual Survival Need

    $27,255

    Monthly Survival Need

    $1,500

    Immediate Stabilization Goal

    $25,000

    Long-Term Housing and Security Goal

    $5,000,000

    A stable, accessible, permanent property would not only give me safety and security, but potentially allow me to spend the remainder of my life helping others who struggle as I have.

    How You Can Help
    Donate

    🔗 PayPal:
    paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…

    💸 Cash App:
    $woctxphotog

    Share

    If you cannot donate, please share this with others.

    Every dollar helps.

    Every share matters.

    Every act of compassion makes a difference.

    Final Words

    I am tired.

    I am hungry.

    I am in pain.

    I am scared of what tomorrow may bring.

    But I am still here, still fighting, and still hoping someone will hear me.

    If you have ever known hardship, loss, fear, hunger, loneliness, disability, or uncertainty, then you know that compassion can mean everything.

    Please help if you can.

    Thank you for taking the time to read my story.

    #MutualAid #Disabled #Disability #Poverty #Housing #Health #Healthcare #DentalHealth #FoodInsecurity #ChronicIllness #MentalHealth #PTSD #Bipolar #Survival #Support #Compassion #Empathy #Aging #Help #Dignity #Rent #Groceries #Hygiene #CommunitySupport #Life

    #disabled #poverty #bipolar #groceries #health #mutualaid
18. 

    pasjrwoctx👽 @[email protected]

    2026-10-25

    A Little Humanity And Compassion, Could Really Improve Someone's Day;

    #Disability #Poverty #Aging #Health
    🚨 URGENT HELP NEEDED TODAY 🚨

    I am a 48-year-old disabled man living in poverty, and I am struggling to survive.

    Every day is a battle against constant pain, sleepless nights, hunger, declining health, worsening vision, vertigo, mobility issues, cognitive decline, and the harsh reality that my disability income does not come close to covering the cost of living.

    I face impossible choices every day:

    Food or hygiene.
    Medication or necessities.
    Survival today or survival tomorrow.

    I have no safety net. No financial cushion. No family support. No meaningful support system.

    I am asking for help because I genuinely do not know how much longer I can continue carrying this burden alone.

    My Reality

    I live solely on SSDI.

    I have no health insurance.

    I do not drive.

    I live in a rural area with no public transportation, meaning everything I need must be delivered or depend on finding someone willing and able to help.

    My housing situation is unstable. Part of my rent is paid through helping maintain the property where I live, but my disabilities and declining health are making even those responsibilities increasingly difficult.

    I am aging in poverty, and every year brings new physical limitations, more pain, and greater uncertainty.

    I am not getting better.

    I am getting worse.

    My Health Is Declining

    My days are consumed by:

    Chronic pain
    Exhaustion
    High blood pressure fluctuations
    Vertigo and dizziness
    Poor mobility
    Knee, hip, ankle, and joint pain
    Numbness and weakness in my hands
    Cognitive and executive functioning decline
    Vision problems and light sensitivity
    Dental issues
    Anxiety, PTSD, and Bipolar Disorder

    Some days my vision becomes a fuzzy blur. Bright light hurts. Low light makes basic tasks difficult.

    If I sit too long, my joints lock up.

    If I stand too long, my legs burn and stiffen.

    If I lie down, pain spreads throughout my body.

    Simple daily activities that most people take for granted are becoming harder and harder to accomplish.

    Why I Am Reaching Out

    I am exhausted.

    Physically.

    Mentally.

    Emotionally.

    Spiritually.

    I have spent years contacting organizations, charities, government agencies, advocacy programs, nonprofits, and anyone I could think of for help.

    Most of the time I receive lists of resources, referrals, phone numbers, websites, and suggestions.

    What I do not receive are results.

    I desperately need someone willing to understand my actual circumstances and help create real, concrete solutions.

    I do not need more lists.

    I need advocacy.

    I need a social worker or case manager who can help navigate housing, healthcare, benefits, food security, transportation, and long-term stability.

    I know resources exist.

    I simply cannot seem to access them on my own.

    A Recent Example

    A few months ago, I developed a serious dental problem.

    The pain became so severe that my landlord had to take me to the emergency room simply to obtain antibiotics.

    After extensive effort and repeated requests, I was able to receive an examination and X-rays, only to be referred elsewhere for additional care I could not afford and could not reliably travel to.

    Multiple emails and follow-ups produced little more than apologies and delays.

    This experience reflects a much larger problem:

    Many disabled people are given information about help.

    Far fewer are actually able to obtain that help.

    What I Need Most
    Immediate Needs
    Food and groceries
    Hygiene supplies
    Clothing
    Medical and dental care
    Transportation assistance
    Household necessities
    Relief from immediate financial crisis
    Long-Term Needs
    Stable, permanent housing
    Consistent food security
    Reliable healthcare access
    Advocacy and case management
    A sustainable future with dignity and security

    My greatest need is stability.

    I need a forever home where I can live safely for the rest of my life without constantly fearing homelessness, displacement, or crisis.

    This Is About Dignity

    This is not a request for luxury.

    It is a plea for dignity.

    Poverty is expensive.

    Disability is exhausting.

    Hunger is cruel.

    Isolation is crushing.

    I am trying to survive while my body and mind continue to deteriorate.

    Despite everything, I continue to fight every day.

    I continue to hope.

    I continue to ask for help.

    Financial Needs
    Today's Goal

    $8,455

    Annual Survival Need

    $27,255

    Monthly Survival Need

    $1,500

    Immediate Stabilization Goal

    $25,000

    Long-Term Housing and Security Goal

    $5,000,000

    A stable, accessible, permanent property would not only give me safety and security, but potentially allow me to spend the remainder of my life helping others who struggle as I have.

    How You Can Help
    Donate

    🔗 PayPal:
    paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…

    💸 Cash App:
    $woctxphotog

    Share

    If you cannot donate, please share this with others.

    Every dollar helps.

    Every share matters.

    Every act of compassion makes a difference.

    Final Words

    I am tired.

    I am hungry.

    I am in pain.

    I am scared of what tomorrow may bring.

    But I am still here, still fighting, and still hoping someone will hear me.

    If you have ever known hardship, loss, fear, hunger, loneliness, disability, or uncertainty, then you know that compassion can mean everything.

    Please help if you can.

    Thank you for taking the time to read my story.

    #MutualAid #Disabled #Disability #Poverty #Housing #Health #Healthcare #DentalHealth #FoodInsecurity #ChronicIllness #MentalHealth #PTSD #Bipolar #Survival #Support #Compassion #Empathy #Aging #Help #Dignity #Rent #Groceries #Hygiene #CommunitySupport #Life

    #disabled #poverty #bipolar #groceries #health #mutualaid
19. 

    pasjrwoctx👽 @[email protected]

    2026-10-25

    You're considerate compassion towards my existence would be greatly appreciated;

    #Disability #Poverty #Aging #Health
    🚨 URGENT HELP NEEDED TODAY 🚨

    I am a 48-year-old disabled man living in poverty, and I am struggling to survive.

    Every day is a battle against constant pain, sleepless nights, hunger, declining health, worsening vision, vertigo, mobility issues, cognitive decline, and the harsh reality that my disability income does not come close to covering the cost of living.

    I face impossible choices every day:

    Food or hygiene.
    Medication or necessities.
    Survival today or survival tomorrow.

    I have no safety net. No financial cushion. No family support. No meaningful support system.

    I am asking for help because I genuinely do not know how much longer I can continue carrying this burden alone.

    My Reality

    I live solely on SSDI.

    I have no health insurance.

    I do not drive.

    I live in a rural area with no public transportation, meaning everything I need must be delivered or depend on finding someone willing and able to help.

    My housing situation is unstable. Part of my rent is paid through helping maintain the property where I live, but my disabilities and declining health are making even those responsibilities increasingly difficult.

    I am aging in poverty, and every year brings new physical limitations, more pain, and greater uncertainty.

    I am not getting better.

    I am getting worse.

    My Health Is Declining

    My days are consumed by:

    Chronic pain
    Exhaustion
    High blood pressure fluctuations
    Vertigo and dizziness
    Poor mobility
    Knee, hip, ankle, and joint pain
    Numbness and weakness in my hands
    Cognitive and executive functioning decline
    Vision problems and light sensitivity
    Dental issues
    Anxiety, PTSD, and Bipolar Disorder

    Some days my vision becomes a fuzzy blur. Bright light hurts. Low light makes basic tasks difficult.

    If I sit too long, my joints lock up.

    If I stand too long, my legs burn and stiffen.

    If I lie down, pain spreads throughout my body.

    Simple daily activities that most people take for granted are becoming harder and harder to accomplish.

    Why I Am Reaching Out

    I am exhausted.

    Physically.

    Mentally.

    Emotionally.

    Spiritually.

    I have spent years contacting organizations, charities, government agencies, advocacy programs, nonprofits, and anyone I could think of for help.

    Most of the time I receive lists of resources, referrals, phone numbers, websites, and suggestions.

    What I do not receive are results.

    I desperately need someone willing to understand my actual circumstances and help create real, concrete solutions.

    I do not need more lists.

    I need advocacy.

    I need a social worker or case manager who can help navigate housing, healthcare, benefits, food security, transportation, and long-term stability.

    I know resources exist.

    I simply cannot seem to access them on my own.

    A Recent Example

    A few months ago, I developed a serious dental problem.

    The pain became so severe that my landlord had to take me to the emergency room simply to obtain antibiotics.

    After extensive effort and repeated requests, I was able to receive an examination and X-rays, only to be referred elsewhere for additional care I could not afford and could not reliably travel to.

    Multiple emails and follow-ups produced little more than apologies and delays.

    This experience reflects a much larger problem:

    Many disabled people are given information about help.

    Far fewer are actually able to obtain that help.

    What I Need Most
    Immediate Needs
    Food and groceries
    Hygiene supplies
    Clothing
    Medical and dental care
    Transportation assistance
    Household necessities
    Relief from immediate financial crisis
    Long-Term Needs
    Stable, permanent housing
    Consistent food security
    Reliable healthcare access
    Advocacy and case management
    A sustainable future with dignity and security

    My greatest need is stability.

    I need a forever home where I can live safely for the rest of my life without constantly fearing homelessness, displacement, or crisis.

    This Is About Dignity

    This is not a request for luxury.

    It is a plea for dignity.

    Poverty is expensive.

    Disability is exhausting.

    Hunger is cruel.

    Isolation is crushing.

    I am trying to survive while my body and mind continue to deteriorate.

    Despite everything, I continue to fight every day.

    I continue to hope.

    I continue to ask for help.

    Financial Needs
    Today's Goal

    $8,455

    Annual Survival Need

    $27,255

    Monthly Survival Need

    $1,500

    Immediate Stabilization Goal

    $25,000

    Long-Term Housing and Security Goal

    $5,000,000

    A stable, accessible, permanent property would not only give me safety and security, but potentially allow me to spend the remainder of my life helping others who struggle as I have.

    How You Can Help
    Donate

    🔗 PayPal:
    paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…

    💸 Cash App:
    $woctxphotog

    Share

    If you cannot donate, please share this with others.

    Every dollar helps.

    Every share matters.

    Every act of compassion makes a difference.

    Final Words

    I am tired.

    I am hungry.

    I am in pain.

    I am scared of what tomorrow may bring.

    But I am still here, still fighting, and still hoping someone will hear me.

    If you have ever known hardship, loss, fear, hunger, loneliness, disability, or uncertainty, then you know that compassion can mean everything.

    Please help if you can.

    Thank you for taking the time to read my story.

    #MutualAid #Disabled #Disability #Poverty #Housing #Health #Healthcare #DentalHealth #FoodInsecurity #ChronicIllness #MentalHealth #PTSD #Bipolar #Survival #Support #Compassion #Empathy #Aging #Help #Dignity #Rent #Groceries #Hygiene #CommunitySupport #Life

    #disabled #poverty #bipolar #groceries #health #mutualaid