This thread brought to you by insomnia caused by a certain image that’s been plastered all over social media today.

CW: miscarriage.

I’ve seen tweets criticising people for expressing their discomfort over that image. For me, if you haven’t personally miscarried, you don’t get to comment either on that photo’s existence or on the reactions of people who have miscarried to it.

Our twins would have been celebrating their 11th birthday round about now if I hadn’t miscarried, in part due to workplace bullying and stress. I’m not going to comment publicly about that photo even though I have strong feelings about it.

But if you’ve not miscarried, you have no idea what having that image shoved in your face all day has been like. It’s a very visceral reminder of everything you lost and the circumstances in which you lost it. So kindly back off.

It’s not like I don’t relive the twins’ loss every year around the time it happened or when their birthdays would have been, but the current circumstances, on top of everything else going on in the world right now, have forced a particularly brutal revisit.

I wasn’t going to write this thread because I suspect I’ll get lambasted for it, but it’s been whirling about in my brain all day. Maybe putting it down on paper will help get it out of my head. Maybe it won’t.

I just needed to say it, for myself. (End of thread)