well… i just sorted through the aviansite tweets of a local follow, a trans woman, who, whilst definitely in the throes of their own ptsd, spent part of their morning openly shettalking about local trans folk by name (not even their handle or nom de plume). i know where they're at in some ways. it's not unlike where my headspace was in ’04. mindful of this, i held back from saying anything to them cos i know there's literally nothing i can say to improve or ameliorate the situation w/o infuriating them & getting their block (and thus the last way i'd ever be able to communicate w/ them). i'm disinterested in torching bridges, however fragile they may be