😷 wear a fucking mask

In addition to Ayla’s ongoing health struggles, she now has to worry about rats and insects. Recently Gaza has become overwhelmed by vermin, which carry diseases and will even bite or eat human flesh. Unfortunately, the only solution available to families is to deploy pesticides around the living space. However, pesticides are difficult to obtain and therefore very expensive in Gaza, about $850 usd for the amount Ayla’s mother Bshaer needs for their living space. Bshaer needs your help to procure this unfortunate but very necessary item, as the only alternative is the increased likelihood of bites and diseases.

There has been no progress on their campaign in several days, and on top of this expense, they still need to treat Ayla gastroenteritis. They are in a really, really tough place right now and they need your help!

Current: $76,058 out of $76,908

Need to raise: $850 usd

Maha and her family previously had a verified GFM to pay for basic necessities like food, medical care, and some form of shelter. Horrifically, the person running their former GFM has stolen from them and hijacked their campaign.

Below is Maha’s new GFM. Her previous GFM was vetted by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi on their vetted campaign master list, on line 163.

Maha has been hospitalized due to serious complications from an infected tooth. She is particularly vulnerable to this type of infection, which almost killed her last year. Thankfully her husband has returned from Egypt, but both he and Maha are unable to work and thus cannot pay for her hospital bills. They are over $700 usd in debt for her treatment and Maha is about to be kicked out of the hospital.

As I said, last year a very similar infection almost took Maha’s life. If she is expelled from the hospital, a worsened infection is an inevitability. She still has a high fever and needs to remain hospitalized. PLEASE help her continue life-saving treatment!!

Current: €1,679 out of €2,176 (1 June)

It is also about how the culture turned “narcissist” into a folklore monster. The recovery industry needed a villain people could identify, avoid, and explain their pain through. The clinical reality is stranger, duller, and more humiliating. NPD is less cinematic predator and more endless internal logistics: attention, shame, supply, collapse, repair, repetition.

The essay moves through psychoanalysis, the myth of Narcissus, diagnostic history, gendered misdiagnosis, trans womanhood, and the specific impossibility of being a trans woman with NPD in a world already trained to treat your self-description as suspicious.