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Hi everyone, I’m Asher. I’m 21, nonbinary, homeless and pregnant. This is incredibly embarrassing to post, but I can’t afford to be embarrassed anymore. I really need help.

I’ve been in an abusive relationship for three years. It has always been bad - I was completely dependent on him from the beginning. I had been kicked out of my parent’s house and had no money or support system when I moved in with him. He was so controlling. He never respected my identity. The few times I asked him to use they/them pronouns, he called me “it” in front of his friends instead. He didn’t want me to have a job, friends or any social media. He took my computer when he found my Facebook, smashed my phone on the ground after he got suspicious I was “cheating” because I was texting a friend he didn’t approve of (luckily I had an old backup). 

Two weeks ago, something big happened. I discovered I was pregnant. When he found out he tried to coerce me into taking random meds that he said would cause a miscarriage. When I refused, he got violent. He shoved me and I fell onto a metal dog crate, leaving bloody scratches on my arm and back. He told me he was done with me, that he never wanted to see me again and that I had a day to get my things and go. I was gone the next morning with a suitcase of clothes and the few personal belongings I had.

On one hand, I feel so incredibly relieved. I’m free. I can finally move on. But then the reality of my situation sinks in - I’m going to have a baby. By myself, with no place to call home. No money for rent, let alone diapers, formula, baby food… I’m trying to find work. It’s not easy right now, in the middle of the pandemic and with me being pregnant. I’m dangerously underweight and have asthma and chronic fatigue. There’s a terrifying lack of resources in my area for the homeless. I’m scared.

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