We have to move. In an immediate danger kind of way.
Both our children are being bullied daily. Lola does fairly well at holding her own, but it is wearing her down. Recently someone asked her if she’d eaten her dead cat and how did the dead cat taste.
Miles is the one who I am afraid is going to be literally killed. He is 6-years-old and small. He has a severe peanut allergy that is well known by all.
In the last year, I have watched kids knock him from a moving scooter, push him to the ground so hard he hit his head and we had to have him checked for a concussion. That same child recently mocked Miles when our cat died.
Miles has been chased by a girl holding a Reese Cup. He was screaming and crying saying he could die. All the kids and adults watching laughed. This little girl walked up behind him a few days later and poured a bottle of water on his head. When I confronted the girl’s mother, she laughed and said she’d seen it happen and that “He looked hot.”
In our Facebook HOA group, after a few car break-ins, a bunch of neighbors began threatening to shoot anyone who looked shifty. Then a threat was issued to me. Because my streak of blue hair made me look “suspicious.” A policeman had to step in and explain that no, it is not legal to shoot me for walking down a public sidewalk.
My neighbors then gave the man advice on how to drag my body inside to make it look like I was a burglar.
I was once threatened to be shot because I wouldn’t admit that Hillary Clinton had a machine funded by the Rothschild’s that created hurricanes. (Seriously.)
Someone once posted 75 pictures/comments on my wall in 30 minutes right after I’d had surgery encouraging me and others like me (liberals) to drink bleach and die.
Over the last few months, I’ve watched people in this town kill someone’s pet tortoise because it wandered off property. They shot and killed a pair of peacocks for...fun. They shot and killed a family of baby foxes because they thought it was a neighbor’s kittens.
I’ve tried to get restraining orders, but the local judge believes they are only for women being beaten up by their boyfriends. And if I am being threatened on the computer, the solution is “get off the damn computer.”
It is not safe here. I don’t know what to do. My husband has been applying for jobs in Seattle and keeps being told he’d be hired in a hot minute, but that no one hires remotely except in very rare cases.
Or they say move there but make damn sure you have three months of living expenses, which we damn sure do NOT. We are beyond poor after years of medical crises.
But also no place will rent to you unless you already have a job that pays Seattle wages.
My friend says to ask for help.
I have kids who need stability and a school system. And a gaggle of rescue critters I refuse to leave in a land where people shoot anything that moves.
Our son has become so completely overtaken with anxiety, he can’t function. He couldn’t sleep the other night until he duct taped his curtains closed so the things the other kids said are going to kill him can’t get into his room while he sleeps.
He has a two-hour psych evaluation tomorrow to start therapy during school hours.
My sweet, gold glitter loving, nail polish wearing, 6-year-old son is having to go into intensive therapy to deal with the deadly assaults and threats on his life and constant bullying and degradation that no matter how I approach the parents of these kids, gets met with laughter.
I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to get out of here. I don’t know what kind of help to beg for but gods save me I am begging for help. I am on my knees, hands clasped, begging anyone who will listen for help.