An Open Letter to Ax the Abusive Stalker
Hey, I might have found your callout via Aineās reblog but I ignored her note until after I had read your whole thing. I have been a victim of abuse and nobody believed me, so I started reading your testimony having already decided that I was going to leave the Otherfaith. I had to know every terrible detail of who and what I had been supporting.
Nothing Aine Llewellyn wrote or said convinced me that your post was bullshit. Your testimony itself alone convinced me that your testimony was bullshit. Calling it bullshit is an insult to bovines. Every point was wrong from every angle.
As far as I know, Iām the only one who read your email. She couldnāt for emotional reasons, so I told her to send it to me and I would summarize it. Itās repugnant that after all that, you condescend to advise her in improving her life. My abusers pull that trick, too: kick me down and go, oh poor thing let me helpālike theyāre not the ones who did it.
That post from more than a year before your callout, when she called herself a jerk? I read that, more than a year before your callout. Since you were obviously stalking her, you must have read that. Thatās how I knew you were outright lying, though you started to lose me at āsnuff fanfictionā and Iām angriest at your demand that Aine make more explicit (eww so wrong, Ax, thatās an eww so wrong to demand that from me who is actually Asian) and less fungible āEast Asianā cultures thatā¦you yourself described in a way that rendered fungible, you hypocritical Westerner. That youād considered filing a civil suit after accusing her of very serious criminal activity was dodgy too. I think you knew even then that she was no pedophile, but more than likely a CSA survivor who found religious art as an avenue to cope. None of it was of you. How dare you email with ādonāt let your rapes festerā when you dragged her for expressing it at all. My abusers pull that trick, too.
Hers was a sincere admission of fault. Your apology after essentially doxxing (no apology for doxxing, none for your latest victimās meltdownāplease, you can stop pretending you ever cared about a fellow autistic personās comfort and safety at all, the more you explain yourself the more you make it clear that youāre just a self-absorbed shitbag), and your presumption that claiming to be ānonwhiteā gives you any right at all to speak over my experience and invalidate my contributions as Asianā¦all reek with so much fakeness and wrongness that it makes bile rise to my throat. Aine Llewellyn doesnāt do that to me, you do. You donāt think I can make up my own mind about whoās safe?
Itās hypocritical that you make a comic of her about her after her āI was a jerkā post (again, more than a year before your callout, she called herself out), when you consider it a āviolationā of your autonomy with characters that bear zero resemblance to each other (or you) and you insist that itās youāand by the way? She never saw your comic with her in it. She had no idea what you were on about. Whatever you imagined alluding to that, was just that: imagined, contrived, conceited of you. She was not stalking anybody, I think you were only so eager to leap to that conclusion because stalking is what you would do. Youāre projecting.
Your works and words are nothing to hold in case bad voices must be kept away. You are the bad voices, just as poisonous as you said you aspired to be.
You have no insight. You say you have compassion all the while you damage me. Your only originality is your malicious intent.
But we were never that close that you should have been able to do this to me, and I doubt youāre curious or capable of doing anything right by those you victimized.
Your testimony and its treatment inspired me to stand against your sort of wrongdoing, you manipulative hypocritical perpetual victim-wannabe.
Because my mother broke my bones on purpose. My big sis split my head open at the scalp and only kept pretending it wasnāt happening and never happened. Terrorists bombed my school and graffitied the walls telling us to go back where we came from. My motherās lover sexually abused me and not from the other side of the internet and not with drawings only. I ran away from home when I was younger than you are now. While I made close friends online and offline, I have never known safety as more than some abstract ideal until I let Aine into my life and my heart. To be factually wrong, to lie like you have, is to be morally wrong.
She used to be a jerk. She knows it, knew it, said it, and grew up. You should try it sometime. Anyone still stung should have the right to complain about her nasty belligerent messages. But you are wrong about her, about the world as a person of color like me experiences it, about how to stamp down sexual violence, youāre wrong (or massively hypocritical) about accountability, youāre wrong about what compassion is, all wrong and I donāt believe you donāt know it as you spew it. I donāt believe your damaging standpoint on many of these issues comes from ignorance or misinterpretation or immaturity. Youāre abusive, oppressive, pretentious, presumptuous, condescending and I donāt believe you donāt know it.
This next sentence is a futile effort, but no one should say I didnāt make it: For as long as you keep your poison and toxicity away from me and everyone I love, Iām done with you.
Youāve damaged me, and when I see anything like that danger Iāll fight, and if I feel like explaining why then Iāll mention youā¦but as much as possible from my end, Iām taking it to my therapist. Iām done with you.