Mom Finds Secret Crowrise Campaign While Daughter in Coma
Organized by: Jane Doe
Jane Doe via Crowdrise
January 30, 2016
My daughter wrote the below excerpt 2 days before her abuser came home and discovered she was trying to raise funds and flee. He beat her up beyond comprehension and threw her down a flight of stairs. She is in a coma, and we are desperate to raise funds for her medical bills. I wish we all would've helped her when she asked...me being the gultiest of parties for not paying attention. Now, I might lose my daughter. I hope we can help her live. I found this campaign on the computer in her house when I went to pick up her things.
My cause is important so me and my dog can get the hell out of this situation and start over. The police, justice system and local shelters have failed us. Many people ask, "why doesn't the woman just leave"? This is why: we are broke. We are sucked dry of not only our humanity, friends and family, but we are held hostage by our lack of money to help physically leave our situation. I have nothing to sell because it's been destroyed. All of my paychecks go to his account. I'm a hostage. In America. In 2016. I'm a white educated female from an upperclass suburban family living like a vagabond. He's removed the door from the bathroom to strip me of any decency. The other day, he demanded I make him tuna. Because the sink was full of dishes and he wouldn't let me wash them (so he could punish me for the kitchen being filthy), I made his tuna in a skillet with a fork. He was furious and grabbed the skillet out of my hand. He reared his hand back to hit me with the skillet and I peed. When people say, "I was so scared I almost pissed myself," it's true. I don't want to live this way anymore. I can't call shelters in my spare time. I have none. He knows I won't leave my dog, so I can't go to work one morning then never come back. The local shelter has very few secret places to live and they suggested I sleep in public storage. I have to make a clean break. I deserve this and so does my dog. I don't want frying pans to my head or someone trying to snap my neck in a rage (it is apparently very hard to do because he wasn't able to snap mine after 20 minutes of smothering my head in his lap and twisting my neck until it couldn't twist anymore). I remember thinking, "Just kill me alredy," then I thought of my dog. I just remained calm and hoped that I wouldn't be paralyzed. He is out of town this holiday weekend and just called to say he was staying 2 more days, which means 1 or 5. Uncertainty is his ammunition. I'm a slave.
I need gas money and enough money for a couple nights in a motel so I can get the hell out of here. For good. Please. Help me and my dog. I don't want to live like this anymore.
I promise on everything that I am to use my experience and education to help those less educated in a domestic violence situation as soon as I get healthy again and my dog has time to be a dog.
Any funds raised over $500 will go to a local shelter...that doesn't recommend victims stay in a public storage facility. And, if there isn't one, I'll make sure it goes to someone desperate to get out like me that just needs some green smelly paper with faces of old white men to free herself.