Copy-paste of text:
I’m still processing trauma.
It’s not spoken about a lot on here — the trauma that us who choose to share our lives publicly endure on a daily basis.
Being told you’re the worst person ever. That you’re nothing. That you shouldn’t be here. That you aren’t deserving of love, a job, a partner, or a child.
Because of the way they perceive you from the posts you’ve made over the years, with only the best intentions and heart.
Because of my public social media presence, the state has been at my front door — asking me invasive questions about my ability to parent.
“It’s just a comment, ignore the haters.”
When that hate is quite literally knocking on your front door, that creates a traumatic experience.
It creates stress on families.
And it’s not okay.
And I haven’t been okay.
There’s no excuse for hatred, bullying, and harassment. Regardless of someone’s follower count.
If you wouldn’t say it to someone’s face, it shouldn’t be left in someone’s comment section.
I’m processing the trauma.
I am a strong disabled mom.
Happy disability pride month

I created some merch to celebrate - link in bio
----
A video accompanied that little novel. This is just a still; it was all clips we'd seen before. She must put every image she takes on Instagram, because there's never any previously-unseen pictures of Ari. Noah does not appear in this video, because it's all about Alex.
The comments got wild. I saw this post, didn't screenshot any of it, and came back later to take the shots. When I first looked at it, she was fighting with people in the comments, but all of that is gone. She apparently just started deleting rather than continuing to fight back.
