I'm hoping that someone here can help me better understand my situation, and come up with a solution as well.
I don't want to tell you my life story, but it's probably needed, considering Emancipation in Pennsylvania is based off of circumstances.
For a couple of years I lived with my father, I was abused, in more ways than one. When I finally escaped, an Emergency PFA was put into place for my sake, which turned into a three year PFA.
I moved in with my mother afterwards, and though my situation wasn't the best, it wasn't bad either.
My PFA expired, we moved around, life went on.
Two years ago, I kept up with school but I'd be in the nurse's office alot. I'd always feel weak, and my overall health declined. Towards the end of the year, I had to stay in bed more. I was eating right, sleeping right, but nothing helped. As time went on, I started missing school becauss of it. Last year, I would be forced to stay in bed for a week, sometimes a little more. I couldn't drink until four days in, couldn't eat for another two. At the begining I couldn't even tilt my head without passing out for several hours. On the seventh day, I could stand up long enough that I could make it to the bathroom across the hall without passing out as long as I held on to something. My mother would see that I could move, so she'd scream and tell me I needed to go to school. Crying, desperate to prove that I was good enough, I'd struggle and go the morning after. I'd get a ride to school and go straight to every class so that I could sit down. I'd hold myself up with the railings, but usually I'd end right back up in the nurses. I'd tell her I was fine, that I couldn't afford to miss any more school. This would repeat. My mother would never take me to get medical attention. My depression worsened, I'd cut myself. I got out of the habit. By the time the year was half over, I'd gotten fined for missing school. I didn't have medical excuses to prove I was telling the truth.
Things at home started getting worse. My mother would constantly fight with her boyfriend, they'd blame me for everything. I'd literally do almost everything they should have. I did all the cooking, the cleaning, I'd even get on my hands and knees and scrub every floor in the house. They'd come home, walk through every room with muddy boots and not say a word. They'd go up to their room and smoke pot. I stopped going to school as often. My Hypo Mania Major Depression would get to me, the social anxieties, the bullying, all because I was born with Spastic Diplegia Cerabral Palsy.
I'd go once, maybe twice a week.
Then the mental abuse at home got worse, they'd get tired of me, threaten to hit me. They got rid of the dog I was training to become my certified Therapy Dog without even telling me. One day my mother's boyfriend grabbed me by the neck and started choking me in front of my mother. She stood there and told me it never happened. I told her I wanted to leave, she refused. I told her I'd call the police, then her boyfriend came back and swore he'd make the jail time worth it if I did. I couldn't breath, I was having a panic attack. I managed to convince her to let me leave. This was in November of 2013.
I started staying anywhere I could, bumming two dollars here and there off of friends to eat. That went on until late December, when I turned 16. I started staying at a friend's house. At that time I had decided to drop out. I mentally and physically could no longer stand it. My mother told me she wouldn't do it. She didn't want to look bad. Her exact words were, "Find someone 18 or older, I don't care who it is. I'll give them full guardianship of you, and they can drop you out." My friend's mother (the one I was staying with) volunteered. It never happened, my mother changed her mind and said she wasn't signing anything.
January came around, my mother decided she'd start giving me my Social Security checks.
In February, I got my own one bedroom apartment (in someone else's name obviously) I paid the $375 rent and gas bill. All other utilities were included. I was 100% self-sufficient. I was having the happiest days of my life. Come May, my mother tells me on the 11th, that my check never came in, so I didn't get it. Needless to say, I lost my apt. I started staying with my friend again.
June, my mother ignored me. I texted her, messaged her, walked to her house once, sometimes twice a week. I never got an answer. Mid June, I started stressing out again, knowing the only thing holding me back was that my Payee was not giving me my money; but she was my mother, so technically everything I owned, belonged to her. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't even have my payee switched because she has my Social Security card, along with any proof that I am who I say I am.
On the fifteenth or sixteenth, I had a panic attack. I started puking up small amounts of blood. I finally got a hold of her, she said she'd handle it. (At the time I didn't, and I still don't have a Doctor's office. I got kicked out of my other one for missing three therapy sessions. It was a mental and physical office.)
On the ninth of July, she gave me this month's check. She told me June's got sent back because she never picked it up from the post office. I gave my friend's parents $200 for letting me stay here for so long.
Now August is approaching fast, the start of school as well.
I live about about a 45minute walk away from my Highschool, one city over. The only "solution" I've found at this time is to walk there every day and back until December 18th, when I turn 17 and can legally drop out myself. I honestly have no idea how I'll pull it off in my current condition.
Long story short, I had my own apartment, my own source of income, I payed all my bills on time. I was happy. I'd be willing to continue with my schooling if I could go to cyber school, because then I'd have the proper help to get caught up, and I wouldn't have to deal with the physical stress either; but my mother's already clarified that over her dead body will I ever go to a cyber school.
P.s. My family is no help. My mother never kept in touch with her side of the family, and I can honestly say everyone on my father's side is either a heavy addict of some sort, an extreme alcoholic, a hardcore gambler, (Ive watched them bet their possesions ie: vehicles, jewelry, etc before) or considered mentally unstable and Extremely bipolar, in a lot of cases, violent.
So guys, any help you can offer me?
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Yeah, a foster home will probably be the only answer I get.
I was living on my own for awhie though, I had my own apartment, I paid everything myself. I was fully self-sufficient when my Payee was giving my my Social Security checks on time. Isn't there any way I could get emancipated because of that?
There are a lot of risks with foster homes.
There I have to worry about all the bad people in the world who are amazing at looking good. (Ie: My father walked away clean when I had broken bones. They would have sent me back if I hadn't started crying.)
On the off chance I did come across one of them, I'm handicapped. I can't run very well at all, and there you aren't allowed any kind of protection.
Phones aren't mandatory either, who's to say I'd have access to a phone to call 911.

