to all the women who submitted screenshots to the blogs designed to harass me:
I hope that someday somebody you are under the assumption you can trust ends up putting the trauma you shared with them publicly on blast.
I hope someday your trauma gets exactly the same treatment you are willing to give to mine.
I hope that someday, you will feel this confused about who you can trust and who you can’t.
I hope that someday, the people you thought you could trust who you shared your trauma with turn around on you and start telling everyone how your trauma means you should be socially quarantined, and you feel what it feels like to be treated as a social disease.
I hope that someday you feel this level of betrayal from a space you thought you were safe to share your trauma in.
I hope that someday you have strangers you have never met keeping track of your every move and watching you like big brother.
I hope you feel unsafe every time you set foot in a feminist space because you have rumors preceding you and everyone thinks they know or understand you because of what those who you formerly trusted have twisted about you.
I hope you know what it feels like to realize you will never know what a safe space actually feels like because there are so many people who hate you that it’s impossible to avoid them all, and they hate you with such intense passion that they’re ready to drag your trauma out in the open for everyone.
And I hope that when all of this happens to you, you realize just how fucking evil you are for behaving like this.