Help a poor cat get the wheelchair they need.
My name is Cat. I’m a 20-year-old non-binary trans person from the Wiradjuri people. I am chronically ill - severe fibromyalgia, epilepsy and neurological impairments stemming from these, as well as autism.
I am extremely poor, living on the generosity of my partner and friends. I cannot work, and all my attempts to receive government assistance have been denied.
I tried crowdfunding once a few months ago, but because of Australia’s strict laws regarding online money services, I couldn’t prove my identity adequately, and my fundraiser was shut down.
Despite my need, my family have refused to help with my needs. Over winter, I starved. The cold weather resulted in nerve damage in my fingers.
To make a long story short: I need a powered wheelchair. A wheelchair that suits my needs is very expensive (some $5000, without extras that I will need). Walking causes me extreme, widespread pain and severe fatigue.
The total sought sum is $8000, covering the chair, as well as some of the expensive therapies I need. I have put off vision therapy for a year, and as a result, my eyesight has deteriorated to the point where I can no longer read books. I also need cognition and physical therapy.
If by some miracle, I exceed my needed amount, I will be donating all extras to charities such as Guide Dogs Australia, and other programmes that assist the disabled in our community.
If you cannot donate, please share if you can. If anyone wants or can donate perks, that is equally as welcome.
Thank you for reading.
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it’s been exactly 10 years since Rachel got off that plane and I’m still not over it.
this is how you end a show. you don’t give the audience exactly what they want, or take it completely away from them either, you leave them with the idea of what could be
you don’t throw all sanity to hell in the hopes of going out with a bang, you go out with a warm hug and a thank you
you don’t give the characters the perfect dream ending, you give them something better
and this is how you end a show that is so powerful, people are still emotional about it 10 years after it ends.
if you want to understand the psyche of our generation take a good look at the stories we tell ourselves about the future
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our generation isn’t self-centered, or lazy, or whatever else they wanna say about us. we are young, and we are here, and we are deeply, deeply afraid.
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Lillian Weber, a 99-year-old good Samaritan from Iowa, has spent the last few years sewing a dress a day for the Little Dresses For Africa charity, a Christian organization that distributes dresses to children in need in Africa and elsewhere.
Weber’s goal is to make 1,000 dresses by the time she turns 100 on May 6th. So far, she’s made more than 840. Though she says she could make two a day, she only makes one – but each single dress she makes per day is personalized with careful stitchwork. She hopes that each little girl who receives her dress can take pride in her new garment.
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