Government Grant To Help Accident Disabled Woman Keep Nonprofit Alive
by Christa Rose
(Crestone, Colorado, USA)
I am 54. I was homeless at the age of 11. My father was a POW in WW11 in Japan for three years. I did not know this until I was in my late 20s, as he never spoke to me.
He only called me names and beat me if I attempted to live in any manner such as speak, have friends, leave the house, go to school and so on.
I always felt like I grew up in a concentration camp and when I was around 28 I accidentally found out about his experience. I felt like I finally understood his insane and violent behavior.
My memories since my birth were of being totally depressed and unable to function. When I was 11 I began having severe panic attacks, lying on the floor all night feeling as if I was being murdered.
Someone took me to an emergency room and I begged for help, I mean to take me out of the house and give me safety and good health care so I could recover. Instead the doctors forced me to take drugs, sedatives, which made me scream as I felt it was a very bad thing. It was.
The drugs at such a young age destroyed the remaining functioning of my growing organs and delicate endocrine system and I was severely ill every day for the rest of my life, addicted to these sedatives.
I was brilliant, born with a genius IQ and I was very spiritual. I began reading books at age 12 about healing. I was not able to go to school as my father was always beating me and throwing me out of the house.
For weeks at a time I would walk the streets alone, 11 years old. This went on until I was about 15 and then I had a complete emotional breakdown.
I left my parent's house at 16 never to return but have lived in extreme pain and disability all these years, homeless, as I could never work enough to earn a living.
I had a sixth grade education when I left home and when in my early twenties I took a college psychology course. I got an A and so took another, sociology and got another A.
I was given financial aid and entered college. I ended up with an MS degree in comparative psychology and philosophy. I studied natural healing under a famous doctor and ran a clinic for several years but never was able to heal myself.
I finally was hit by an oncoming car and ended up on SSI. It was 1989 and I was given $250 a month to live on. I was never able to get off.
I realized that the treatment I needed was chiropractic primarily because I had spinal abnormalities probably from untreated injuries in childhood. And because when I received an adjustment I had pain relief and nothing else gave me pain relief.
Medicaid was useless to me because I cannot take drugs. They are poison to my body because my liver was damaged from drugs as a child. Drug therapy would cause me to be very ill. So with no money I have no funds for real treatment.
Over the years I have used my little social security money for chiropractic when I was in screaming pain and there was nothing left for housing or food. Decade after decade I was homeless and still in pain.
Last Fall I was homeless again and a man offered me a low rent for a room in a guesthouse. I was dying and desired only some pain relief so I could die in peace.
There was a large living room and so I had the idea to invite a chiropractor from the city, four hours away, who practices a very progressive form of chiropractic, to come and adjust a small group of people.
I advertized the event and a small group came, barely enough to pay his fee but it got paid. I had instant pain relief and began to rest.
Over the months I kept him coming and had not one headache. Instead of dying I ended up starting a non-profit because many people wanted to come but had no money to pay.
At this time I founded this non-profit program to offer functional medical care to low income people like myself. I still need a lot more care to recover from decades of stress and lack of medical care.
I would like to receive help from the government to heal myself. My father lost his life and I lost my life from his military service. I have been on social security living below poverty level for 20 years and I hate it.
I am brilliant and gifted and educated. While I was sick and homeless my student loans accrued $45,000. I never wanted to recover seeing that bill on top of all the others that poverty incurred.
I would like the last days of my life to be peaceful. I would like money for my health care and a rental I can stay in. I would like help so I can continue my non-profit.
I offer assistance to low income children and also adults. I would like to add a program for people at the end of life so their passing will be painless and peaceful.
Christa Rose, Program Director Crestone Childrens Program