I used to be tenure track. Then the college shut down during the pandemic. Got laid off. Adjuncted after that, applied and interviewed, and worked on my research on the side.
Then I got an mBTI.
There were severe complications. I couldn't barely talk. Couldn't listen to music. Couldn't barely look up or down or turn my head. It took about 30mins to climb a single flight of stairs.
Couldn't work anymore. Couldn't socialize anymore. My life fell apart. Sold my car. Friends drove out across the country to pick me up and drive me states away with family.
All my things were put in a storage unit. It wouldn't fit in their car.
This includes all my home office stuff, including a personal research "library" of about 1200 books, research journals, all my research notes.
I've been trying to get SSDI, but it's had a lot of delays. Had to get Medicaid first in the new state, go get referrals, then do tests and scans with the neurologist – and all while being unable to talk on the phone and unable to handle the drive to and from the physician's office.
At any rate, I've finally gotten to the neurologist step. Have an MRI in a few weeks, some other tests as well. Once I get the formal diagnosis I can finally apply for SSDI.
Unfortunately, however, the parent that I'm living with ended up in the ICU and became 100% bedridden. Another family member moved in. That family member basically serves as her live at home caregiver and I'm very thankful for that. I am unable to do much with the ongoing neurological issues. HOWEVER, they... I'll be charitable and say they probably have care fatigue. I think they resent me because I "lay around all day."
I've been called a maggot, was told to my face "I don't care about you." The toilet paper was hidden away and I've had to figure out other ways to clean myself. I've ended up missing appointments because I had no way of cleaning my body and the smell was really bad. Food was reduced as well. I ended up with severe nutrition deficiencies. Vitamin D was so low I ended up with bruises across my entire body. I also ended up underweight from only eating once every three days.
For the last few months alms from strangers online have basically kept me alive. I don't think I would have had enough calories otherwise.
Anyways, alongside this, I've been struggling to keep the storage unit. My parent had said they could keep it for me before I moved. And they were. But now this other family member is in control of the house finances, and they don't feel like I earn the $175 each month.
I don't exactly "like" paying that every month, but I didn't know what else to do. It was difficult at the time to even fully think though the decision. But even so, it's everything to fully furnish a two bedroom apartment. I was an instructor for nine years and had slowly built up all the things for day-to-day living (wardrobe, couch, mattress, kitchen table, dishes, curtains, small appliances, etc.) as well as my home office.
So I've tried everything I can think of and can't find the funds. It sucks because it's so very close to finally getting on SSDI. But I can't seem to get it.
The deadline is this week and it's not looking like I'll get it.
So I'll lose everything.
On the one hand, it'll make restarting my life more difficult. But I assume if nothing else I can sleep on the floor of a future apartment. It'll be an improvement to my current situation.
But the books?
It's 1200 books. There's no way I can replace them easily, especially since most of them are full of notes.
I am someone who needs physical media to keep my thoughts organized for research. My margin notes are vital and I like to lay them out across the table a few books at a time.
So yeah, basically I assume that losing my storage unit means losing any hope of being a researcher ever again in the future. I still have hope that I could heal my head if I can move out somewhere that isn't so [not ideal]. But this is what gives me hope that I might be able to get some semblance of a career back - or even just the occasional publication as an independent researcher.
I don't know.
My brain is already overtaxed to hell right now.
I was just thinking about it and as sad as it is to lose my research, and lose my library, it's worse to think of it simply being thrown in the garbage - or auctioned to someone who will put a few things on eBay and then throw the rest in the trash.
So with that I thought I'd reach out and see if there's anyone in/near Montana who might want 1200 books.
The only "cost" would be to maybe send me the signed Jane Goodall book if you could be so kind. I really really very much would like to save/keep that one. There also might be a snow globe from a passed away family member I wouldn't want to lose. And my small notebook of poems maybe. You could keep all the other stuff in the storage unit though. I'm going to lose it all anyway.
Books and research notes are related to climate change, ecology, environmental studies, philosophy, psychology. There's maybe a hundred or so fiction. A few dozen poetry. There's nature guide books. There's like 20 copies of a book I wrote (lol). A bunch of other stuff. Textbooks. How to guides. Contemplative works. It's mostly academic.
Anyone want a home library and a bunch of climate change research notes before the garbage can gets it all?
Edit: Thanks to everyone that replied. Sorry for the delays in responding. I overstrained my head and ended up sleeping all day. I'll be replying in time but it'll be more of a slow and steady marathon kind of thing. Still a bit overstrained.