6 years ago today I found my nude pics on Pornhub, posted by my ex who had made a profile with my full name, address, & phone number. Today I fight for victims going through something similar. It's crazy how far away it feels but at the same time the way it feels like it was yday It feels close to me when I feel a phone vibrate, or when I'm shamed (by strangers or people in my life) for my sexuality, or when I get a cryptic DM/text from a random creep that makes me go searching online to make sure nothing's out there. The PTSD is real & brings me back