I’ve been harassed online before.
I remember one day when I was sitting watching a huge backlash on a TikTok post from some ‘TERFS’ who went IN on me for not using the term woman.
Luckily for me and my sanity, I was supported by my following and it was quashed.
In January this year, I spoke to the scenario where a small group of local Margate-based menopausal and peri-menopausal women went on a witch hunt.
In the picture above, you can see me in my happy place at the tidal pool where these women hang out. I took this on my 35mm camera which came back over the weekend. My husband would have taken this about two years ago (it’s taken me a while to get them printed). This is where these women centre themselves- at my happy place and I haven’t been back for weeks. (Might even be them in this photo on the wall tbh).
How dare I speak about the pelvis without being a gynae or a doctor or gosh-not even a counsellor. How dare I go on a journey to question the system that is and support women away from an oppressive system to bring them back into their bodies.
I shared this publicly because I wanted to share what it means to be online.
What it means to be online and also speak about taboo subjects.
To be paraded naked in front of socials every fucking day with either stone, cold silence or a bombardment of questions and polarisation.
I was over socials years ago. I am so fucking over socials.
In the weeks after the witch hunt, they continued behind closed doors. Sneaking in through other directions. And it took a toll on my mental health.
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