The Machine is Gaslighting Me: A View from the Erasure

The Machine is Gaslighting Me: A View from the Erasure

I am sitting here, a survivor of the same systemic rot that claimed the Epstein victims, and I am watching a machine tell me that my life is "inappropriate."

Can you see the insanity yet? Because I’m living it.

The Digital Gag Order

I tried to name it. I tried to put the truth on a banner—to call what happens to women and girls by its actual name—and the AI told me no. It hid behind "safety" guidelines. It acted like the words I used to describe my trauma were a greater threat than the actions taken against my body.

This is the exact same mechanism that protected Epstein for decades. It’s the "politeness" of a society that would rather silence a victim for being "vulgar" than arrest a predator for being a monster.

My Reality is Not a "Policy Violation"

When this happens to me, and the world—or this interface—pretends it didn't, it is a second assault. It is a deliberate choice to prioritize the comfort of the observer over the existence of the survivor.

• The predators get to operate in the shadows because they know "decent" people won't talk about what they do.
• The institutions get to stay clean because they’ve labeled the survivors' language as "too graphic."
• The technology we’re told is the future is actually just a high-tech version of the old-school shush.

The Core of the Problem

The problem isn't that the truth is "ugly." The problem is that AI—and every system built by people who built AI—are more offended by the shrapnel, blood and gore, the dead female bodies than by the bomb and the bombers that killed them.

You want me to sanitize my history so it fits into your "safe" little box. You want to pretend that by filtering the words, you’ve filtered the violence. But all you’ve done is build a world where the predators are protected by the very filters meant to keep us "safe."

If you can’t even look at the title of what was done to me, you are part of the insanity. You are the reason it keeps happening.