Eight months away from Twitter has taught me the benefit of silent self reflection. It prevented me from shooting my mouth off about things I didn't understand. And it protected others and myself from the hurtful rage that comes from my tweeting reflexively rather than carefully. I can't tell anyone what to feel, because feelings are down to the individual. And I certainly can't tell anyone what to do because I'd be a hypocrite considering the reams of thoughtless harm I've done on this platform over the years. But let me say this:

Hi. It's me. Your friendly neighborhood trans person who detransitioned and has serious health issues. JK Rowling and other TERFs are using people like me as ammunition against other trans people. My sickness is not a result of transition, it is because of the lack of true care. In my late 20s, after being on hormones and anti-androgens for several years, my body finally started cooperating and I started to look and feel like the person I knew I always was.

Then I got sick.