If you see me as the villain just because I defend myself, set boundaries, or speak up when I'm disrespected—then so be it. I’ve been cast as the “bad guy” my entire life just for existing the way I was born: autistic, epileptic, born early with a brain injury. I’ve lived through assault, harassment, neglect, bullying, and silence. I’ve been blamed and dismissed for my pain more times than I can count, even by those closest to me.

I’ve fought battles most people never see. I’ve survived hospital stays with only my mom at my side. I’ve endured suicidal spirals, self-harm, and emotional collapse—and still showed up, still created, still tried to be kind in a world that wasn’t kind to me.

And now I’m tired.

Tired of being treated like I don't matter. Tired of followers who respect others but not me. If you can’t treat me with basic respect, then you don’t deserve mine. Period.

I’m not asking for pity. I’m not asking to be coddled. I’m saying: if you follow me, respect me like you would anyone else. My experiences don’t make me less—they make me a survivor.

I’m not just a creator. I’m not just your entertainment. I’m a human being. And my story is mine to tell, on my terms.