I'm Tommaso, an 18 y.o. student that needs help.
I'm Tommaso, an 18 y.o. student that needs help.
I'm Tommaso, an 18 y.o. student that needs help.
I'm Tommaso, an 18 y.o. student that needs help.
I'm Tommaso, an 18 y.o. student that needs help.
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I'm Tommaso, an 18 y.o. student that needs help.
I am Tommaso, an Italian 18-year-old student that needs your help.
Before me, there are the last months of high school, an important period of conclusion that gives sense to this five-year long cycle of studies.
Behind me, there are many years of domestic troubles: a violent and ever bitter divorce of my parents, the following emotional outbursts of my older brother, the loss of employment by my father. This was not a serious problem in terms of money supply since the family’s wealth could withstand it but it was cause of great pain and disgrace for my father, who lost this way the family company that generations before him had led. For this reason, he fell in a terrible alcoholism that deprived my brother and me of a fatherly figure in those years of life in which we mostly needed it.
Some people had a more troubled path, others a quieter one: there is no doubt, though, that every person had to withstand problems in his or her existence. I am well aware of that. Thus, I am not here to beg your pity for my past, I am here to ask for your help for my present. In fact, the echo of these problems still troubles greatly my family and even my very own house, in which broken objects, dereliction as well as desperate attempts to re-arrange the furniture to give a ‘new life’ to these walls that have witnessed so much, have layered in time. My brother - the one that more than anyone still cannot deal with our past - is constantly on the edge of the breakdown.
I can proudly state that in all of this I have always behaved with lucidity, patience, tact and determination; I have always gave my best at school, tried to heal my wounds and constantly attempted to drive my existence towards true happiness, distant from any victim complex.
With all the stress that derives from this last period of high school, though, along with some other issues, which I, as a young adult in growth and experimentation, have the right to cause to myself, even I am beginning to seriously crack, to lose my capability of suffering such a troubled domestic life. A couple of months ago I bordered on suicidal thoughts.
I have asked many times both my mother and father to go and live on my own, at least for these last three and a half months of high school that are of such importance to me. They would actually have the means to give me a personal shelter for just three months but they are corrupt by a terrible over-protectiveness and jealousy towards me, maybe the absurd result of their ineptitude as parents. They want to keep me here and they told me that the only way for me to be away is to rent a room or an apartment with my own money. I do not have such money, and that is why I am humbly asking you, full of shame, some economical help.
I calculated how much I would need to live three months and a half on my own, in a small studio apartment of a person I know that could rent it to me in the immediate future, also considering food and laundry. It might seem a strange number, but that is because I calculated the precise amount that can provide me the minimal comfort and not a dime more. It might also seem a big number, and that is because I belong to a country still in economic crisis, troubled by inflation and in possess of a weak currency when compared to the United States dollar (in mere terms of buying power); I also live in a city that, despite being tremendously beautiful, is also very expensive.
I have many plans on my mind for the end of high school and I have already made half-formed agreements with acquaintances to get a part time job for the summer preceding University. This should gradually grant me economic independence and therefore, also emotional self-sufficiency. In this precise moment, however, there really is no time to invest in a part time job since the imperative words of these months are ‘study, study, study’; nothing else. That is why I resorted to you, the community of IndieGoGo, that I now thank with all my heart for having read my story until this far.
Thanks again for your support and I hope you understand my need for anonimity (De Vito is not my surname),
Tommaso.