#fmla

~Flood Me Like Atlantic~

Moving in with my girlfriend means I get iPad privileges, and I’ve been having a fabulous time playing around on procreate. If anyone has any tips please share!!😈

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Hi everyone,

My name is Dax Bradley (he/it), and I’m a queer disabled person asking for help to ensure I can stay housed and fed. I am currently on FMLA and in outpatient mental health treatment, but my short-term disability hasn’t kicked in yet. With rent at $1550 a month and therapy costs of $268 per week, I’m struggling to make ends meet. On top of that, student loans are starting up again this month, adding more pressure to my already tight budget.

I also need to address my transportation situation. Walking exacerbates the nerve damage in my ankles, making it difficult for me to get around. I’m hoping to find a solution that allows me to get the care I need without further hurting myself. Additionally, I will need to pay for orthopedics and ankle braces.

Unfortunately, I’m mostly out of contact with my family, except for my dad, who is currently in the hospital undergoing cancer treatment. It’s a tough time for both of us, and I want to do my best to support him while also taking care of myself.

If you can contribute, even a small amount, it would mean the world to me. Your support will help me maintain my housing and continue my therapy while I navigate this difficult period.

I can't tell you how much I appreciate your kindness and generosity. For each non-anonymous donation, I'd love to draw you a dragon as a personal thank you.

With love,

It was so scary to put in for the days, email my administrators, text my classroom coworker, and tell my mom (we work together).

But yesterday I had 4 meltdowns. Full ones. 4. Because I couldn’t handle it all anymore.

My car has been towed for a third time this month and I’m out of money to fix it (already dropped 2k) but the engine stalled out. I’m very fortunate that my parents will be able to help me but that wasn’t a guarantee until my mom offered this morning.

I finished a really tough semester and worked full time during it.

My chronic pain and chronic illness symptoms have been way worse in the last few months. Just progressively worse.

I have no money, no savings, and no ability left over to go to work. So I’m not going.

In the past I would have just quit. But I have documented disabilities on my side now so I’m not going to quit a career I love because I’m having a tough time.

This morning I woke up feeling like I had actually rested for the first time in over a month. I still didn’t get 8 hours (its been so long since I have, like months and months) but I felt like the sleep I did get actually counted for once.

I felt relieved that I wasn’t pushing myself beyond my capabilities anymore.

And I’m so proud of myself for taking the step. And so grateful to my wife, my parents, my meta, and my beat friends who helped me through yesterday and setting everything up.