Help A Homeless Trans Woman On The Street - My Wallet Got Stolen While I Was Sleeping In The Park

Help a Homeless Trans Woman on the Street - My Wallet Got Stolen While I Was Sleeping In the Park

October 16th, 2024

Hey, it's Thistle Daggers-Drawn again. I've been in the city trying to get my ID and EBT together and sleeping outside while I do.

Yesterday, I was sleeping in the park and someone stole my wallet from my pack. I lost everything including my ID and last working debit card. I have to use my phone to get money by loading prepaid cards or ask people to send money orders.

I don't have a charge pack or service so I'm having a hard time keeping my phone charged or accessing internet. These circumstances along with having no ID is making it very difficult to apply for EBT or get a new ID.

I need some funds and supplies to help me get my life back together and survive on the street until I get back to Slab City.

Please help, anything is something that can help me make it through these rough times.

Send Western Union or Walmart money order codes to:

Email: Newwavenova@gmail.com

TextFree: (616)580-4844

Or Cash App (my friend has a card still): $ThistleDD

You can also still send to Venmo but I have to pay for fees to send to Cash App: @ThistleDD

I'm surviving on your kindness right now. I really want to get back to Slab City to get back to my usual community work but I'm stuck right now. Please help me any way you can.

Being chronically ill is fun because my right leg is numb and the right side of my lower back and hip are in a huge amount of pain and I don't know if I dislocated something, if I aggravated the spinal cord injury I had when I was a kid, if I aggravated the fracture in my tail bone that I got in Spring/Summer of '22, if it's nerve pain from my Lyme disease and related palsy, or something completely new!

Also this is a fun time to not know where my fucking cane is! Usually it's in the car, but our car was totaled in August and I don't know if I rescued my cane from it after the crash.

Fuck my life, I can't fucking walk today.

It's weird trying to plan my 5th anniversary while being pretty sure I don't want to be with my partner anymore.

Wheelchair vibes

Cripple vibes

Fuck yeah chronic pain

Fuck my life lmao

One of those days where I'm at my absolute lowest point mentally but I'm not allowed to talk about it because talking about it online gets my account reported and taken down, and I can't talk about it in real life because very few people care and talking about it just makes them mad at me, and if I tell the wrong person, I'll have a "welfare check" of multiple armed cops showing up at my door treating me like a criminal.

Living with PTSD and depression is fucking impossible sometimes and nobody understands.

Randomly remembered that I went to highschool with a dude who was half Puerto Rican and would fuck with people who gave him shit over it or who would try to say that he was Mexican, and the one day he brought in a woven poncho and sombrero and randomly put it on in class, and proceeded to spend the rest of class responding to everything with "si, si", "no quiero Taco bell", and "su padre es pollo" (your father is a chicken, I think?) for all of class before someone finally just said like,

"Tommy we don't speak Spanish, we aren't Mexican."

"well neither am I but you guys put so much pressure on me...."

And then took the poncho off, held his sombrero to his chest sadly and just left for the day and never acknowledged it again. No idea how he left early btw, it was a charter school in a different county from where he lived and everyone took the bus so he didn't drive home, I don't know if someone picked him up or if it was planned, but it was bizarre.