Angela Orgill, Neighbor

I’m Angela Orgill , a survivor-artist from Long Island, NY, now living in The Mojave Desert of CA. I’m 39 years old, and my life has been shaped by deep trauma ,neglect, abandonment, gaslighting, manipulation, scapegoating, relentless resilience etc.

I grew up in an very abusive, neglectful household surrounded by danger—including the violent biker culture my father was part of. My sister and I were exposed to things no child should ever endure.

In my twenties, I moved to Florida and watched both my parents die. My father, a Vietnam veteran, passed in 2013 at age 59. He spent his final hours asking me for morphine, and. I gave him the pills myself—trying to ease his pain, even though I knew it was making him worse. I wasn’t powerless—I was trapped in a role no daughter should ever have to play, feeding him what he begged for and watching him slip away. The way I remember him is horrifying all I can hear all the time is his voice that was morphed with the death rattle a terrifying and never forget sounds !My mother drank herself to death in 2016 at age 49. I was 26 when my father died and 30 when I lost my mother. The way I remember her hurts so bad I cant even talk about her or think about her without feeling guilt and hysterical breaking down !

After their deaths, I became homeless and stayed in two shelters where people were treated worse than animals. During this time, I was preyed on and raped by a 54-year-old narcissist. I had three children—born in 2016, 2018, and 2019—while trying to survive unimaginable conditions.

I was placed on a case plan through DCF, and a misdiagnosis during a psychological evaluation led to the termination of my parental rights. At the time, I didn’t understand how deeply my ADHD and autism had been ignored. What happened to me wasn’t just neglect—it was neurodivergent erasure.

A family member later confirmed that no child should have had to endure the abuse we had to ! . Now that is has been safe enough for me to fully turn to God and began revisiting my past, trying to understand the full scope of what I survived and what is presently happening to me .

I’ve recently been suffering severe manic episodes, internal shakes, vivid flashbacks, and trauma responses. These symptoms are even more intense because my neurodivergence was never properly diagnosed or supported.

Today, I’m actively healing with the help of a trauma recovery coach. I’m rebuilding my life from the ground up—emotionally, spiritually, and financially. I had another psychological elevation through SSA and am now waiting on disability backpay to arrive so I can live independently and safely. Until then, I’m surviving day by day in my RV with my cat that adopted me 3 yrs ago , creating art, archiving my story, exploring the beautiful scenery of Californias Mojave Desert and asking for support to not give up to keep going and stay alive. I am in desperate need of basic essentials to care for my basic needs which were never taken care of when they should have been top priority!

I want my children to know: none of this was their fault. I never stopped loving them—not for one second. I was erased by systems that failed to see my truth, but I’ve fought every day to reclaim it—for them. My story and records I have requested from government agencies that I had to submit to SSA is proof that I survived, and everything I do now is to make sure they one day see the full truth—not the version written by strangers.

I want them to know it is never okay for anyone to take anything from them—not their voice, not their hopes, not their dreams, not their identity, not their truth. NOTHING because it doesn't belong to anyone but them! and in this day in age I am terrified for them ! This world is so corrupt with evil its heartbreaking they deserve to be heard, protected, and free!

Than k you for reading about me and hope I can get this lovely community's to share my story and support me threw this tough hard healing journey !