The Context: A Pattern of Failure

I am submitting this impact statement to document the harm I experienced while under the care of my mental health provider and the nonprofit housing program responsible for my safety and well-being. What happened to me did not occur in isolation. It is connected to a long history of generational trauma in my family and the systemic failures that people of color—especially queer and trans people of color—continue to face when seeking help.

I entered this program already carrying the weight of what I witnessed in my family. I watched my mother and grandmother be abandoned by the systems that were supposed to support them. I learned early that systems rarely protect people like us, but I still hoped this time would be different. I had no safety net, no family support, and no one else to rely on. I was trying to build a life they never had the chance to build.

The Betrayal of Care

Instead of receiving care, I was retraumatized. I disclosed sexual misconduct to my psychiatric provider while in her office. She did not report it, document it, or offer any support. She was the first person I told, and she did nothing. This was a catastrophic breach of her duty as a mandated reporter.

Later, I discovered she had documented false and damaging information in my medical record—including claims that I was using heroin and selling drugs. I was never assessed for these things, never offered treatment, and never disclosed them. These malicious, fabricated entries were made without my knowledge and were used as a weapon to destabilize my housing and safety.

For nearly a year, I was left to survive alone while the system built a false narrative about me instead of providing the care I was promised. This was not a misunderstanding; it was a pattern of neglect, retaliation, and institutional failure.

The Physical and Emotional Toll

This trauma did not just affect my emotions—it manifested in my body. My nervous system has been in survival mode for two years. I developed new tics, rocking, and hyper-awareness that I never had before entering this program. I struggle to regulate myself in situations that never used to affect me.

For two years, I have worked eighteen-hour days documenting everything because I had no one to advocate for me. I pushed myself past exhaustion to prevent eviction and to force the program to acknowledge the truth. I am only now beginning to process the full impact of this experience because I was too overwhelmed by the need to survive.

The Call for Accountability

Despite everything, I am still here. I am documenting the impact because I deserve to have my experience acknowledged. I deserve safety, stability, and care. I deserve to heal.

But more importantly, I am fighting for accountability from the systems that failed me so that no one else has to experience this cycle of abandonment.

I am currently fighting to reclaim my stability and hold these institutions responsible. Your support helps me sustain this advocacy work, secure my housing, and continue the legal and administrative fight for the truth. Thank you for reading my story, for witnessing the truth, and for supporting my journey toward justice.