Corrections Sgt, Mother Fighting a losing battle.
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My name is Sheryl, 3 years ago I was a Sergeant in a Men's Maximum Security Prison. I was injured on duty, after fighting with workers compensation and receiving hardly any medical treatment I was fired while still on workers compensation.
A few lawyers and a settlement later, I'm completely destitute. I was denied the pension I paid into because of a loophole of their creation. I had 4 years and 9 months or so vested. It requires 5 years to claim your pension for a permanent disability.
My savings, my settlement, my retirement and everything I own that doesn't have some form of lien or hold on it, all gone. I've fought lawsuits for 3 years, it would take hundreds of pages to explain everything that's happened up until now. What I did do, was post a link at the top of this. That link shows a short timeline of battles fought, (and won) when I was fired, why I was fired, more documents after showing I was still on workers compensation and fighting after my firing date. Medical reports throughout the process, and the most recent lawyer that is representing me for a Federal Disability claim.
I was advised by a lawyer while looking for representation for all of the above not related directly to workers compensation to go onto Federal Disability and "it would all come out" during the disability hearing. No, I have no idea what that means either.
Everyone who has to write one of these things is thinking the same thing I am. "What do I say to get this to go viral?" Because if they don't take off, they're forgotten. If those other people are anything like me, if this gets forgotten, my children do too. I tried this once before, without support, without family to help share it, it just didn't move. A friend made one 2 years ago for us to help with Christmas, her and her best friend ended up donating the entire amount. It's a scary thought knowing I couldn't figure this out before, and it's now my last resort.
My situation as of right now, I'm supposed to explain that, right?
Well it's a complete disaster. In these first few paragraphs, and these next few, I have to get you to like me, I think I've already failed. I don't like myself most of the time.
Here goes:
I don't really know a short way to explain how bad this is. I don't have any family other than my children, so if I can't get you to share this, it's not going anywhere. This past year has been the hardest of my life, and I worked in a prison. I have 4 children, none of them have had a birthday this year. No holidays, no Halloween, no Easter, none of the normal things children look forward to.
You'll see my youngest in the picture. He is my premature little boy, born September 12th. During the devastating hurricane that destroyed everything it touched. To answer the question I'm sure you have if you've read this, he came along because on New Years eve this year after 2 glasses of wine I decided I was sick of not being human. I for just one evening, ended 2 years of celibacy, induced by my injury with my long time partner. I was told even by doctors attempting to carry him could cause permanent damage or worse, but after hearing his little heartbeat the first time, there was no risk to me worth ending his life. I've been told I was irresponsible. I guess because after two years I decided I wanted to feel like a woman, or because I wouldn't take my baby's life. I don't know which. I just couldn't do it.
My oldest daughter is 18. She's at the age she's supposed to "understand." She's at the age where she knows her mother is skipping meals to keep her and her siblings fed. Followed by my 12 year old, and an 8 year old. Neither of my young children understand what's going on, and I have no way to explain it to them.
One month to the next, I don't know what's going to get paid and what isn't. I have two close friends, who are right now trying to keep us in a home. For the past year, they've raised money from social media, taking up collections from friends, they have given every penny they can spare, one is a software developer who's been doing freelance work for donations. They've both killed themselves to help. None of us can keep going like this. Which is why you're being introduced to us now.
My landlord, of over 5 years wants to sell the house. I don't have an income. I can hardly walk around the house without extreme pain. 2 years after my injury, I paid out of pocket for the neurosurgeon I kept being denied seeing, turns out it's nerve damage to my back. It's on the documents, even this auto correct can't spell it correctly.
It's a race right now to see if we'll just not be able to raise the money to keep the rent covered, or is she going to give us a 10 day notice to move into the car. I'm not actually sure I'll have a car when that happens. I'm hovering between 2 and 3 payments behind on it. I've gotten all the extensions I can get now.
From just reading this, you'll understand what the rest of my utilities might be like. Every month it's a battle with anxiety over if we'll make it or not. None of this is really an accurate reflection of what's really going on. These are just the details, and only a few. I'm in constant absolutely agonizing pain. Every day. My infant, when he was born he had to be fed every 2 hours. This went on for a month and a half, when he finally started to gain some weight.
I can't show you into my life. I wish I could show you my children playing. I wish I could show you how much I love my baby boy, despite the poverty. I wish I could explain to you that I don't want to be like this. I want to be at work, I should be studying to be a Lieutenant right now. I wanted my career. I fought so hard to keep my career, and I'm not done fighting yet. I just need some help.
I can't force you to care. I lived a life of service to my State, 12.25 hours a day, sometimes everyday. In one of the most dangerous occupations available where I live. I didn't love it. It was my duty. One I was honored to do. Common phrase where I work, "God Created Corrections Officers so Policemen could have Heroes."
Right now I am 6 months into waiting for the Federal Disability response, which I am told is nearly "always" denied the first time. You appeal for a hearing. If I can survive long enough to get to be granted disability, I am going to continue my lawsuits. I have no intention of remaining a "former" Corrections Sergeant. I have every intention of finally getting some kind of medical care, which I haven't had since I was injured because I don't have insurance and can't afford it, and getting patched up as well as possible and making an attempt to return to my career. Maybe it's a pipedream, but I need this pipedream. I also, really need help. I can't keep this going. I've tried so hard, and so have people who aren't responsible for us.
Please, if you can't help. I'm pleading with you to share this. If nothing else so the empty Christmas tree my children will have this year, will hopefully be the last one.
The funds, if raised will go to paying forward rent for as many months as it can afford. Losing our home is the most frightening thing about to happen right now. If by some miracle the goal is reached or gets nearly reached, it will also pay off the behind utility and car payments. Where we live is very rural, without transportation living is nearly impossible if you don't have friends or family to help. Which, as you might have noticed I don't have. Part of what's raised towards the goal will put gifts under the Christmas tree for my children. My original intent was to put everything I could to as many months of a home as I could, but I just can't leave their Christmas tree empty if I can help it.
Update:
My name is Sheryl, 3 years ago I was a Sergeant in a Men's Maximum Security Prison. I was injured on duty, after fighting with workers compensation and receiving hardly any medical treatment I was fired while still on workers compensation.
A few lawyers and a settlement later, I'm completely destitute. I was denied the pension I paid into because of a loophole of their creation. I had 4 years and 9 months or so vested. It requires 5 years to claim your pension for a permanent disability.
My savings, my settlement, my retirement and everything I own that doesn't have some form of lien or hold on it, all gone. I've fought lawsuits for 3 years, it would take hundreds of pages to explain everything that's happened up until now. What I did do, was post a link at the top of this. That link shows a short timeline of battles fought, (and won) when I was fired, why I was fired, more documents after showing I was still on workers compensation and fighting after my firing date. Medical reports throughout the process, and the most recent lawyer that is representing me for a Federal Disability claim.
I was advised by a lawyer while looking for representation for all of the above not related directly to workers compensation to go onto Federal Disability and "it would all come out" during the disability hearing. No, I have no idea what that means either.
Everyone who has to write one of these things is thinking the same thing I am. "What do I say to get this to go viral?" Because if they don't take off, they're forgotten. If those other people are anything like me, if this gets forgotten, my children do too. I tried this once before, without support, without family to help share it, it just didn't move. A friend made one 2 years ago for us to help with Christmas, her and her best friend ended up donating the entire amount. It's a scary thought knowing I couldn't figure this out before, and it's now my last resort.
My situation as of right now, I'm supposed to explain that, right?
Well it's a complete disaster. In these first few paragraphs, and these next few, I have to get you to like me, I think I've already failed. I don't like myself most of the time.
Here goes:
I don't really know a short way to explain how bad this is. I don't have any family other than my children, so if I can't get you to share this, it's not going anywhere. This past year has been the hardest of my life, and I worked in a prison. I have 4 children, none of them have had a birthday this year. No holidays, no Halloween, no Easter, none of the normal things children look forward to.
You'll see my youngest in the picture. He is my premature little boy, born September 12th. During the devastating hurricane that destroyed everything it touched. To answer the question I'm sure you have if you've read this, he came along because on New Years eve this year after 2 glasses of wine I decided I was sick of not being human. I for just one evening, ended 2 years of celibacy, induced by my injury with my long time partner. I was told even by doctors attempting to carry him could cause permanent damage or worse, but after hearing his little heartbeat the first time, there was no risk to me worth ending his life. I've been told I was irresponsible. I guess because after two years I decided I wanted to feel like a woman, or because I wouldn't take my baby's life. I don't know which. I just couldn't do it.
My oldest daughter is 18. She's at the age she's supposed to "understand." She's at the age where she knows her mother is skipping meals to keep her and her siblings fed. Followed by my 12 year old, and an 8 year old. Neither of my young children understand what's going on, and I have no way to explain it to them.
One month to the next, I don't know what's going to get paid and what isn't. I have two close friends, who are right now trying to keep us in a home. For the past year, they've raised money from social media, taking up collections from friends, they have given every penny they can spare, one is a software developer who's been doing freelance work for donations. They've both killed themselves to help. None of us can keep going like this. Which is why you're being introduced to us now.
My landlord, of over 5 years wants to sell the house. I don't have an income. I can hardly walk around the house without extreme pain. 2 years after my injury, I paid out of pocket for the neurosurgeon I kept being denied seeing, turns out it's nerve damage to my back. It's on the documents, even this auto correct can't spell it correctly.
It's a race right now to see if we'll just not be able to raise the money to keep the rent covered, or is she going to give us a 10 day notice to move into the car. I'm not actually sure I'll have a car when that happens. I'm hovering between 2 and 3 payments behind on it. I've gotten all the extensions I can get now.
From just reading this, you'll understand what the rest of my utilities might be like. Every month it's a battle with anxiety over if we'll make it or not. None of this is really an accurate reflection of what's really going on. These are just the details, and only a few. I'm in constant absolutely agonizing pain. Every day. My infant, when he was born he had to be fed every 2 hours. This went on for a month and a half, when he finally started to gain some weight.
I can't show you into my life. I wish I could show you my children playing. I wish I could show you how much I love my baby boy, despite the poverty. I wish I could explain to you that I don't want to be like this. I want to be at work, I should be studying to be a Lieutenant right now. I wanted my career. I fought so hard to keep my career, and I'm not done fighting yet. I just need some help.
I can't force you to care. I lived a life of service to my State, 12.25 hours a day, sometimes everyday. In one of the most dangerous occupations available where I live. I didn't love it. It was my duty. One I was honored to do. Common phrase where I work, "God Created Corrections Officers so Policemen could have Heroes."
Right now I am 6 months into waiting for the Federal Disability response, which I am told is nearly "always" denied the first time. You appeal for a hearing. If I can survive long enough to get to be granted disability, I am going to continue my lawsuits. I have no intention of remaining a "former" Corrections Sergeant. I have every intention of finally getting some kind of medical care, which I haven't had since I was injured because I don't have insurance and can't afford it, and getting patched up as well as possible and making an attempt to return to my career. Maybe it's a pipedream, but I need this pipedream. I also, really need help. I can't keep this going. I've tried so hard, and so have people who aren't responsible for us.
Please, if you can't help. I'm pleading with you to share this. If nothing else so the empty Christmas tree my children will have this year, will hopefully be the last one.
The funds, if raised will go to paying forward rent for as many months as it can afford. Losing our home is the most frightening thing about to happen right now. If by some miracle the goal is reached or gets nearly reached, it will also pay off the behind utility and car payments. Where we live is very rural, without transportation living is nearly impossible if you don't have friends or family to help. Which, as you might have noticed I don't have. Part of what's raised towards the goal will put gifts under the Christmas tree for my children. My original intent was to put everything I could to as many months of a home as I could, but I just can't leave their Christmas tree empty if I can help it.
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Sheryl Chavez
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Edenton, NC