Donald Trump’s presidency is a disaster for myself and thousands of other Americans. As a survivor of sexual assault, I see my rapist when I look at him and hear others defending his so-called locker room talk. As a disabled person, I fear for my health after he repeals the Affordable Care Act, as the ACA is the only thing which forces my mother’s insurance provider to cover me until I’m 26. As a member of the LGBTQ community, I am forced to listen to the vitriol spewed by his Vice President and his supporters and internalize it in another attempt to make my peers and me hate ourselves for being who we are, and I am forced to live with the knowledge that he wants people like me in conversion camps. Trump wants to take control of women’s body’s, to tell us how to behave and to judge us on our appearances. I didn’t vote for Donald J. Trump. He will never be my President.

I’m a nonbinary lesbian who uses they/them pronouns and is dating a stunning girl who lives unfortunately far away. I have a degree in psychology and will soon be getting my masters. I’m mentally ill, with ADHD, depression, and NPD, and physically disabled, with severe postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome and Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, with related craniocervical instability and GI problems. Despite struggling with these for years, I was only diagnosed a year ago. I’m in constant pain and pass out frequently. I write and advocate for people who struggle to get doctors to take their invisible illnesses seriously.

A white femme person with short, curly brown hair and brown eyes with winged eyeliner and a gray tank top, smiling tiredly in a hospital bed with heart monitor pads on their chest and a blood pressure cuff on their arm.