For seven years I’ve been subjected to harassment, stalking, threats, and terror. The abuse has taken many forms:

Graphic text messages about my children dying.

Descriptions of my daughter’s bedroom.

Dozens of calls in the early hours, including seven times on Christmas Day.

Photos of my children being shared.

Men turning up at my events to scream abuse at me.

Threats that I would be attacked, terrified, and made to pay.

A wish that I had been attacked with acid. This is not online trolling. This is calculated harassment, designed to frighten me and to reach into my family life. It has gone on so long and so relentlessly that I no longer even answer the phone normally, I pick it up and wait in silence until I hear a voice, because so many of the calls are him. I have had to put cameras and security gates on my home, just to try and protect myself and my children, because the police will not. At one point, I even had to hold emergency meetings with my children’s schools, because I genuinely believed they were in danger. I avoid talking about much of this as you never want these arseholes to know they’ve had any impact on your life.

Something has changed. I’ve seen Brits talk about rape gangs without being accused of being racist and far right by women on the left, like Jo Phoenix, Karen Ingala Smith, Rosie Duffield, Julie Bindel, Bev Jackson, Joanna Cherry or Milli Hill. Here’s the full list of people that signed a letter to call me racist for talking about it before.