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I’m not for certain what I’m supposed to say so I’m just going to say what comes and hope it’s enough. My name is Nicole and I’m 42, disabled by various conditions and I live in Texas. I’m raising money to fix my teeth. My teeth all must be removed and replaced. They all gotta go. I was raped and beaten up pretty badly in 2024 which caused my fragile teeth to break into shards and fragments already or just break off completely. In the time since they get worse by the day, I almost dread brushing because anything can make them break or crack. I fell recently causing my teeth to snap away and my bottom lip was split down to the nerve. Eating is a painful process. Talking or meeting someone new is shameful, forget being taken as anything other than anything more than someone who has a meth/crack addiction. But I’ve never done that type of stuff. (I saw it ruin the lives so many friends) My teeth began bad, encased in silver because I had no enamel on any of mine. My dentist told mom when I was still a baby, “you have a mouthful of problems” and indeed I do. I was sick a lot as a kid, took lots of antibiotics and steroids. I’ve also been on psychiatric medication since 11. I’ve suffered from disordered eating basically my entire life. I have a problem with purging. All of those things wreak havoc on your teeth and the worse my teeth got, the worse my mental health has become. The seizures, migraines and low blood sugar events have intensified since the rape and the nerve in my eye was permanently damaged. I’m unable to work anymore because of the traumatic brain injury. My mental health hasn’t suffered like this since I attempted to take my own life in 2017 & was somewhat successful as my heart did stop 5 times. I’m afraid that I won’t be able to hold it together and prevent myself from attempting again because no matter what medication they give me or how much therapy I have, my teeth are still the problem. That’s why I’m so desperate to have my teeth fixed, I want to smile again one day. I want to be confident again. To feel like I matter in this world. In 2024, I was doin okay, I was about 135lbs, working, head full of curls, dates on the weekend, appointments,  dinners, contributions to society; I had a life at one time during 2024. I had a place, I had a self. I wish I could recognize this stranger with my face.




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