Order for Name Change Trial Success
January 29th, 2026 was the day Morgan Ravn Reeves was born into existence, legally. It was the day I had my trial in Minnesota for an Order for Name Change & Gender Marker on my Birth Certificate. I woke up bright and early at 7:00 AM to prepare for my trail at 9:30 AM with Judge Betters. My two witnesses were theree, my mother and roommate. We answered the questions and it was a very quick process. Judge Betters approved my order for a name change and gender marker change and I was, temporarily, filled with excitement and joy. I wanted to celebrate. At my appointment with my psychiatrist, I told her the good news.
What Happened
When I got back home the excitedment and joy I had was put to an immediate halt. The same roommate that was a witness in my trial decided it was a good day to give me 30 days notice to move out, because he wants his PCA to move in. Just a few days ago, he was still fine with me staying till spring. I’ll share some background information on that situation.
Background
Currently, I am in the process of applying for disability, which can take months to years. The waiting lists for Section 8 are ridiculous everywhere and the subsidized housing apps are still in review. Due to living with someone connected to my trauma, I had moved out of the Board and Lodge and in with my now roommate. He owns his own mobile home, is disabled as well, and said I could stay until spring as recent as a few days ago. However, the night before my court date, he decided that he was going to give me a 30 day notice to leave because he wants his PCA to move in. It’s a 2 bedroom mobile home.
Why I’m Hurt
While I can understand his health and wanting a live in PCA, this news made it hard to want to celebrate or be joyful. He hadn’t discussed that he was considering this and told me the same day I won my trial isntead of before or after. It felt like a slap in the face. He didn’t talk to me before or during. he just wrote it on a piece of paper and handed it to me saying, unempathetically, “Sorry.” I am a very understanding person, especially when it comes to being disabled. However, the way he did it felt cold and distant. The timing of it hurt, because lately I haven’t found much of a reason to be happy. My name change gave me that opportunity and was taken away all in the same day.
St. Louis Park Waiting List (Bring It Home)
Later that day, my therapist told about a waiting list opening in St. Louis Park called Bring It Home that was closing soon and I applied. For a while, I have been wanting to move to St. Louis Park. I want to live somewhere with more opportunities for neurodivergent, trans masc adult, lgbt adult, and pagan community options. I want to hope this will come through. However, with the state of the world and my trauma history, it can be hard to hope or believe in happiness. Many of the other housing options hae longer waiting lists or I would only have a bed or a room. This could work but I would need a place to store some of my belongs that don’t fit in the room.
Journey Worth Living
I want to find passion and a community to make this journey worth living. It sometimes feels like I’m living on the outside looking in. One of my dreams is going back to school and getting my PhD Sociology. Then, I could do research and advocate for the disenfranchised.. However, that feels like a pipe dream and out of my reach, because I am applying for disability in a society that makes it harder for people like me to find the resources or accomodations to make our dreams a reality. This broken system pushes us farther and farther from achieving that goal. It’s hard to find jobs that will work with Neurodivergence or Mental Health disabilities. They may be legally ‘required’ to accomodate, but they will find any loop hole to make it sound like any accomodation is unreasonable or lie and say it impacts work performance so they can fire you. I am highly capable in the right environment and with the right support. But, those environments are difficult to find.
Cannibalism of Capitalism
We live in a capitalistic workforce that treats us like numbers or slaves to the system at times. We do so much for so little. They make excused not to give us the benefits we deserve, but still expect us to break our backs working for them. On top of that, the more you do for them the more they way want from you. Capitalism is all consuming…from draining it’s employees of all energy to destroying the environment we live in. Capitalism turns us against each other and blames the less able or those in need for the fact that the able aren’t getting the pay or benefits they need. so we consume each other.
In reality, it’s corporate greed. It’s hard to not burn out even if you are able, but if you are mentally disabled or neurodivergent it’s worse. They have no compassion or sympathy for getting overwhelmed, overstimulated or having PTSD triggers or panic attacks. They also don’t understand that customer service jobs aren’t for everyone with mental health issues or neurodivergence. It’s hard to find passion or a reason to celebrate in broken system where you are oppressed and treated like a flea in society.
A Reason to Celebrate
If I get this apartment in St. Louis Park, before my 30 days is up, I could be one step closer to my dream of going back to school and finding community and resources. Maybe, hope will be rewarded and I will find purpose. Maybe, just maybe, the universe will send a peace offering and give me a reason to celebrate.
