I Need a Safe Home

My father is extremely emotionally abusive, manipulative, and cruel. He calls me a whore, tells me he wishes I would have succeeded in killing myself the first time I tried, and constantly makes little remarks about how much of a failure and terrible person I am. We often get in fights, usually about my anxiety and depression, or my sexuality and gender expression. I have severe social anxiety and schizoaffective disorder that he believes I should be able to just get over (even though the state recognizes me as legally disabled due to these conditions), and he resents the fact that I am attracted to girls. He also hates when I express masculinity. I am gender fluid so my gender expression changes day to day and there have been several times he's made me feel unsafe in the house by threatening to "beat some femininity" into me. He has gotten physically violent before, and recently he’s thrown forks at me and raised his hand as if to strike me several times. It’s gotten to the point where I flinch any time he moves his arms at all.
He is also extremely sexist, racist, homophobic, and transphobic. He refuses to do any chores around the house, leaving my mother to do all of the cooking, cleaning, laundry, shopping, etc, saying it's "woman's work" and he needs his "man time". He complains when my mom doesn't come home from her 12 hour shift managing the hospital and cook dinner right away. He constantly makes racist jokes and homophobic remarks to me, knowing how much it upsets me. I have a friend who is a transman and whenever I bring him up in conversation to my mom he cuts in with "are you talking about that tranny you're obsessed with? he/she/it whatever is so weird." It's extremely hurtful and toxic to be in such a negative environment on a daily basis, knowing that he will never accept who I am as a person, or as his daughter.
On Friday, June 13, my father and I got into a fight. He told me he wished I'd killed myself a long time ago, which triggered a panic attack, and when I did attempt, he did nothing. He knew I was downstairs breaking down and trying to kill myself but he didn’t care. Luckily mom found me and took me to the hospital, but my Medicaid refused to cover my stay and sent me home three days later, much too soon to be back home with my father.
Just the other day I was skyping my best friend, Ana, and he walked into my room and started making jokes to her about how much he loves to abuse me and how he’ll do it all day every day. He thinks what he’s doing is funny and that I should be grateful that he even lets me live here.
I’ve attempted to stay at several shelters but they all turn me down saying my situation doesn’t meet the criteria that would justify letting me stay there. They say it would be a waste of a bed they could offer to somebody in a more dangerous situation.
So I am trying to save money so I can find an apartment on my own away from him. I receive Social Security Disability Income, but that's only $720 a month, a lot less than minimum wage and way less than what it's going to cost to get everything I'll need, since I'm starting from scratch. I will literally only have my clothes and my books. What little bit of that $720 that doesn’t go toward my parents for state-required rent, I use to pay off other bills and expenses. Any amount you can donate helps tremendously, as does sharing this page and spreading the word. What he’s doing may not sound bad but it really really is, and I need all the help I can get. This is honestly so important and lifesaving.