Distorted mirrors. Circus tent. What to believe anymore. Who is who and what is what, and just please tell me who to trust? Bully, cyber troll, welcome to the dark side, they say. Yet I didn’t sign up for this.
I am fifty eight. Say again! Fifty eight years old and being cyber bullied on Twitter! Along with a select group of chronically ill or chronic pain “Spoonies”, I’ve had my old profile picture and new one posted along with the words “obese” and who knows what else because I looked but I didn’t want to see. I think the “c” word was used. A dear friend had her pic posted with a fake penis, and others, their kids posted as gay or children of gay people or adopted.
This is crazy. We don’t know who’s doing this to us. I’m grappling with the decision to quit Twitter while in the meantime, I’ve battened down the hatches by locking my account. Twitter has brought me so many unexpected connections. I’ve embraced friendships from all over the world. Yet there truly is the dark side, and let me tell you first hand, it’s very ugly.
I have my suspicions that it’s one person who has felt neglected from the group. This individual is truly mentally ill. What up? I sure don’t know. But I’ll tell you this, I don’t like it. I’m close to being done with the whole thing. One friend already quit Twitter because the bully posted pics of her daughter.
I feel alone. If I tell me husband what’s going on, his answer will be to delete the account. Men are fixers. They are cut and run types of people. But it’s really not that simple. I’ve made a lot of friends on Twitter. I’ve connected with migraine advocates who go to bat for us and inspire us to keep moving forward. Writers, Spoonies, people of like minded politics, people who are in the red to my blue, random strangers who post jokes or quotes are all on my timeline. I’ve met inspiring people who have died, and people who keep going no matter what.
So what to do. “Should I stay or should I go now?”