Abusers always think their cruelty is a lesson.

Their coordinated harassment has destroyed my life. This is not just about posts or words — it has broken my ability to live normally, to feel safe, to sleep, to think. If the platform refuses to act, it is not neutrality — it is complicity.

This harassment did not begin with my anonymous posts. These people had already held a grudge against me since late May****, specifically because of my use of AI. Their hostility predates my anonymous writings by weeks — proving that their accusations are lies, and that I have been the target from the beginning.

It took me three months to rebuild my health. Their harassment has destroyed it in days. My body is collapsing again because of what they are doing — this is not just online harassment, it is real physical harm.

This is the essence of the harassment I face: they tell me who I am doesn’t matter, what I need doesn’t matter, and that my very existence makes them uncomfortable, so I should leave. This is not discourse — it is an attempt to erase me.

Strange. Why don’t I have the right to express my pain? I never tried to stop anyone from expressing their pain, not even ladyyomi and onino. Yet when I speak of my pain, it is dismissed as “performance,” as if my suffering is not real. Is this what they believe—that being disliked means I deserve no rights at all? Could they be imagining themselves as judges of a medieval religious court?

Calling my defense a “personal grudge” is itself a deflection. If public defamation is allowed, then my public defense is necessary. If public space is not for airing grievances, then why did you build a hate blog against me? By your own logic, you are the ones misusing it.

If all you can show are my public posts, then you admit I never invaded ***your ***space. You are not angry at harassment — you are angry at my refusal to be silent. I write political critique, and you mistake it for a holy war. That says more about your fear of criticism than about me.