My name is Luca (for those who didn’t already know). I’m a gay transman currently living with my da and younger brother. To say the very least, my family situation is not so great. I suffer from depression and anxiety (yes, diagnosed, I take meds daily) and a thyroid condition. Things are only getting worse for me at home.
Tonight, I had to take a forty-five minute walk in the dark just to keep myself from OD’ing on meds. Even still, I almost considered standing in front of a moving vehicle. I am terrified of what might happen if I am forced to stay in this place for too much longer.
Unfortunately, I’m trapped. You see, I have no license, no car, and all of my documents list my birth name and that wretched little “f”. My only chance for escape is coming up at the end of October when I take a planned birthday trip to see a friend.
I have someone willing to put me up for a couple of days but after that I need somewhere to go. If you live in or around Philadelphia, I could really use your help. My doctor and my psychiatrist (the people who keep me on my medications and make sure my body is functioning properly) are both located in the city.
I can get myself to Philadelphia via Amtrak which would put me at the 30th St station. I would need you to either give me directions or to pick me up there. I won’t have much stuff and I might be a little scarce in the financial department but I’m more than willing to work for you (cleaning, organising, whatever you need done around the house) until I can find a job.
This wouldn’t be a permanent arrangement but just something to help me get myself settled and away from the mentally damaging house I’m currently in.
If you can help in any way, please send me a message. I’d really appreciate it.
Reblogging myself for signal boost.
Seriously? Another one?! And we aren’t even part of that fandom (yet?)! We do not need more visitors, alright? Nine was enough.
I think it’s time we parted ways. It’s not that I don’t love you - I do - but I think my mental health needs to start taking a priority. Now don’t think that I won’t miss you. This is what’s best for both of us. We can still be friends, right?
I guess I should say now that it’s not your fault it’s mine. And that’s the truth, okay? I’m an emotionally unstable, incredibly needy individual with little to no real self esteem. I got way too reliant on you to build me up. That’s my job, not yours.
Anyway, I’ll give it until Sunday. That’s my two months on T day and also a good day for making changes. I’m sorry we couldn’t work things out but I’m sure you’ll see in time that this was all for the better.
PS If you need me, you know how to reach me. I’ll still have Facebook and Skype and my blog and e-mail and stuff. I just…don’t think right now is the best time for us to be together like this.
Yesterday was my grandparents 45th anniversary and my grandma was like “if I had killed him 20 years ago I would be out of jail by now” and that basically sums them up
My mother is from a pretty big Italian family and her parents are not exactly the picture of a happy couple. She’s always said “For Sicilians, divorce is the easy way out. Stay married and you get to torture them for the rest of their life.”