Rebuilding after murder, abuse, cult kidnapping

My partner and I are celebrating nearly three years of marriage. We are so happy to have met each other, as we didn't even know we grew up across the street from each other before we met at work in our 20s. Sadly, we have not been able to get unstuck from the prisons we were forced in as children.

Both my partner and I were slaves to our respective families, as soon as we went to the police to report the sexual, financial, and physical abuse we sustained, we were made homeless and extorted out of our resources by our far-right religious extremist parents. We miss our dear friend, Stitch, who was meant to be our lifelong companion, every single day we don't hear his voice anymore.

When I was seven years old, I found out that my Grandparents, Joan (who forced me to call her "mom" since I could remember and would get her children to abuse me if I accidentally called her grandma) & Frank were lying to me about everything. This was after they had isolated me, to only have my father as a friend. They homeschooled me with curriculums of unlearning, and attempted to teach me that everyone in the world is a Satanist who must be "saved".

They forced me to put up with the sacrifices I shouldn't have ever been forced to make, and they threatened me with stories of hell that were incongruous with the text they worshipped. My grandmother explicitly expressed, when showing me the Mel Gibson film Passion of the Christ as a 4-year-old, that my mother is in hell because she fell asleep during a snuff film I was never going to forget the experience of. They made sure to sabotage me any time I tried to get medical, emotional, or financial support to no longer be under their control because they knew their abuse would come to light.

This is how I found out about my mother, and my grandparents expressed that their son NEEDED to murder my mother. They forced gratefulness from me, for the alleged "sacrifice" my father gave. It ruined me, and they kept me isolated to their religious homeschooling and slavery while screaming at me that I should be so thankful they "saved" me from Bangladesh (a country they would never even let me consider visiting or thinking about visiting because of how "dirty, rat-infested, and diseased" it is as a 'third-world-country'). I demanded therapy from outside of their cult, and they instead made sure to try and bury me and their mistakes by lying to mandatory reporters, and overall using tactics that should've placed them in prison.

Everything they used the money they were supposed to take care of me with, was either completely in their name for their own benefit or become an attempt to murder me. They failed to get the help I needed with recalls, personal health issues, my emotional wellbeing, as I begged them to, and I am lucky to be alive after a wreck I was warned would happen if they couldn't still do the bare minimum of their responsibilities. They demanded, like with everything regarding the consequences they should've been dealing with, that I deal with their mistakes, including their belief that they "had" to murder my mother, entirely by myself.

They abused my animals, threatened to murder my cat while pushing me out of their home, and are still too enabled to not feel like they can't attack me today directly with racist threats, bigotry, and slander.

Under the guise of Christianity, I was abused into playing religious piano music for hours a day, while hiding it by tying it to a "God-given talent". They stole thousands from me to give my dad "the same second chance at life that his parents gave me", and were grooming me from the point I was very young to write off checks to those in their religious groups that they deemed worthy of the money they were supposed to use to feed me.

They would brag about how they didn't need to pay taxes or for gas, as they drove me around Oregon so they could put on shows at churches I never wanted to be at. They never paid me, and they were using me to sell CDs, by manipulating me into playing their piano music and physically assaulting me when I just wanted any day off. They denied me from receiving medical help and lied to mandatory reporters in order to squeeze their way out of accountability. They used the excuse, that since I was watching the handful of films on a little TV in the back of their van, no one would believe me if I told them that wasting my weekends with routine travel dedicated to their worship, was wasting my life while I should've been allowed to be in a real school as soon as I demanded it.

Rest in power mother Ruma Hamid. This entire GoFundMe is dedicated to the woman who gave birth to me, who I sadly never met, and who I sadly had to be forced to sacrifice my grief to, for an old woman's ego, one who couldn't keep her hands and racism to herself. Your death was never a requirement for my life, and the cultists who kept forcing me to believe that, and be an obedient slave to them, must be held accountable. I hope someday, I ever get to meet a single person from Bangladesh, Ruma's evident love for me is hopefully remembered how it should be.

My partner and I, both feel lucky to be alive and together, any help would only be to make sure we can properly start living our lives with the legal protections we now know we deserve. We have a handful of attorneys lined up to take the case over from the detective we've worked with, alongside medical/hospital fees leftover from the crash.