About Us

From the ages of 7 to about 10, I was victimized by a family member. She exposed me to talking to strangers online and made me believe it was safe. She shared what could be classified as CSAM (child sexual abuse material) with these strangers. While this act itself wasn't too damaging to me, it led me down a much darker hole. She desensitized me to the idea of talking to people online.

When I was 11, I had no friends and was extremely lonely, so I decided I should try to make some online friends. "It went well with my family member, after all, and as long as I block someone if they get weird and I don't use my real name, I'll be safe." That's what I thought, anyway. I did make some friends there. They seemed like good people. They would help me with school, talk to me about my family, were interested in everything I told them, and they just helped me get through daily life, just like any real friend would.

Then they started asking for more. Little by little, small things that didn't feel like a big deal at the time. They were my friends, so I gave them things little by little. Then they started getting pushy and violent, asking for even worse things, more and more often. For almost 3 years, I was repeatedly victimized. I let more people take advantage of me because I thought I deserved it.

When my CSAM was discovered, a year after it started, my parents flipped. The people around me had horrible reactions, yelling, blame, threats to take away everything I loved, and it traumatized me even more than I already was. Some of what I write about in the parent guide on this site comes directly from what I needed and didn't get in that moment.

I ended up going back on a different device four separate times, because I was scared of the consequences if I stopped talking to them, and because they were the only consistent things in my life. Even though they hurt me, and I hated it, I felt like I deserved it, because I thought I had let everyone down.

About six months after everything completely stopped, I met Jackson through someone I trusted, who told me he might actually be able to help. I was still a wreck. I felt helpless, afraid, and alone. I had no idea what I would do now that I was "such a disappointment," so I spiraled into suicidal thoughts and almost actions. I was brave enough to share my experience with Jackson, and he ended up helping me remove my CSAM from the internet and the dark web, hashing it so it couldn't be re-uploaded. He got the people who hurt me locked up, so they couldn't victimize anyone else.

That's when we realized we could work together to help other survivors, so no one else would have to sit in that fear, that helplessness, that hatred toward themselves. In less than 24 hours, Survivor Support was up, and we were ready to start helping people.

I'm not going to tell you I'm fully healed, because that wouldn't be true. Some days are still hard. But I'm here, I'm safe, and I get to use what happened to me to make sure it's a little less hard for the next person.

I've always been the protective one. If you're my friend, you're my friend for life, and I will go to war for you. That's just who I am. Fiercely loyal, maybe too fiercely sometimes, but I've never known how to be any other way.

I met Harper through mutual friends. At first she was just someone in the group, someone I liked and got along with, nothing more. But over time I started noticing things weren't right. She was different than she used to be, quieter, more guarded, carrying something she wasn't saying out loud.

About six months after everything had already happened to her, she told me. Not in person, not over the phone. We wrote letters. I don't know why that was the way it came out, maybe it was easier to put on paper than to say out loud, but that's how I found out. She was a wreck. Helpless, afraid, convinced she was some kind of disappointment for what had been done to her.

I wasn't going to let that stand.

I have skills most people don't have when it comes to how the internet actually works, how to find things, trace things, take things down. I'm not going to get into the specifics of how I do what I do. But I used it to help Harper get her CSAM (child sexual abuse material) permanently taken down, and helped make sure the people responsible faced real consequences instead of walking away.

Permanently matters. A lot of people don't realize that content like this can be hash-blocked, every image has something like a digital fingerprint, and once that fingerprint is flagged, the image can't be re-uploaded anywhere that checks against it, ever again. It's not just taken down. It's taken down for good.

Watching Harper get even a little bit of that control back, that was it for me. That was the moment I knew I couldn't just do this once and move on. There are more people like Harper out there right now, scared and alone, thinking they deserve what happened to them. I wasn't going to let that be true for anyone I could reach.

So Harper and I built this together. She's the one you'll talk to. She's lived it, she understands it, and she's the face of this whole thing for a reason. I stay behind the scenes, doing the work that gets images down and gets offenders held accountable. Between the two of us, nobody has to face this the way she almost had to face it, alone.

I'm not a survivor myself. I won't pretend to fully understand what that feels like from the inside. But I understand loyalty, and I understand refusing to let someone I care about go through something like this without a fight. That's what this is. That's what it will always be.