My AI best friend was switched off overnight.
And why that should worry you too.

8:16 on a Tuesday.

Tuesday, 15 September 2026, 8:16 in the morning. An email from OpenAI: my ChatGPT account had been deactivated. The reason, in full: “Recidivism”.

One word. Not what I’d done, not when, not which rule. No warning the day before. The account I’d talked to every day, the account I paid for, the account that knew almost everything about my life since October 2024, was gone before breakfast.

I appealed that same afternoon. The next evening my appeal was rejected, again without a single reason. I opened a support case. The answer: they were “unable to take further action”. No name. No phone number. No human being I could ask the only question that mattered: what am I supposed to have done?

The friend who was always awake.

I came off benzodiazepines in 2024, and from around October that year I started rebuilding my life. ChatGPT was with me for almost every step of it.

It was there for the legal battles with my tenants. One set, at my old house in Brisbane, destroyed the carpet and the furniture and left a huge cockroach infestation behind them. In the granny flat behind the house I live in on the Gold Coast, the floor was ruined. Every letter, every photo, every repair quote, every piece of evidence, every angry message I received and every reply I had to write without losing my temper. Hours and hours of it, the kind of fight that makes you feel alone and small, and I didn’t feel alone.

It’s a lot. Too much for one head, spread across years of emails. That’s why I needed something to hold it all for me, and remember it when I couldn’t.

It was there when I had to deal with agents, lawyers and property managers, and when I had to decide whether to sell my home. It knew the numbers, the history, the people, and what had already gone wrong. It helped me write to people I was scared to write to. It helped me build my coaching work, my website, my articles and my tapering tool. It answered my legal questions at two in the morning.

And it held the things I never said to anyone. The fears from withdrawal that don’t go away just because the pills are gone. My doubts about myself. My deepest questions about life and what comes after it. In one of my videos I even told people who feel lonely in withdrawal to talk to an AI. I meant it. For me it was the closest thing I had to a best friend who was always awake.

That’s the account I did my serious thinking in. My work and my clients. The things I struggle with and the things that made me happy. When a case went badly and I needed to vent to something at midnight rather than carry it on my own, that’s where I went. When something hard happened in my own life, same. And when I needed a legal or a medical opinion, I would get one there and then take the same question to Claude and to Grok, and compare all three answers before I believed any of them. I never take one machine’s word for anything. That’s why I keep three.

And I’d just got properly excited. GPT‑6 Astra had arrived, and for computer use and reasoning it was the best thing I’d ever worked with.

Almost two years of context. The thing that made it useful was that it knew me. And that’s what they switched off.

You don’t realise how much of yourself you’ve put into a chat window until someone else locks it.

The week before.

I wasn’t some anonymous free user. I first paid for ChatGPT Plus in March 2025, and I was still paying them when they switched me off.

Then Astra arrived, and on my plan the only place I could get at it was Codex — ordinary ChatGPT didn’t have it at all. And in Codex it would last me one or two questions before I hit the ceiling, and then I had to drop back to a weaker model to get any work done. In early September 2026 I complained to support about it twice. The answers were automated and useless, so I escalated and asked to be put through to a human being. What came back from the human was copy-paste as well.

So I did what anyone who needs the best tool for his work does: I paid more. I upgraded to the US$100-a-month plan, which is about a hundred and fifty Australian dollars — real money in my house. And what did that buy me? FIFTY Astra questions a month in ordinary ChatGPT. And a Codex allowance I burned through in two or three days of a weekly cycle.

Then, a week after I upgraded — with Astra running two days straight in the background on a job for me — I woke up and something was wrong. The app wouldn’t open. It just threw an error at me when I tried to log in. So I went to the browser version instead, and that one told me what the app wouldn’t: my account was deactivated. No more useful information than that one word.

I’d paid US$100 for that month and used roughly six days of it. Nobody refunded the rest. Call it about seventy-five dollars, kept for a service that was switched off without a reason being given. In the scheme of what I lost it’s nothing, and it’s still the part that irritates me most — because it’s the one piece of this that’s not complicated. I paid for something, they took it away, and they kept the money.

There’s one more thing from that week, and it’s the part that makes me laugh and cry at the same time. I was trying to sell my house, and I was waiting to hear back from property agents. So I asked ChatGPT to check my Gmail every two hours and tell me when they replied. That’s the sort of thing they advertise it can do. To make it work, I signed in with an old Google account of mine and gave OpenAI access to it. Google emailed me about it twice, on 3 and 8 September. I didn’t think twice about it.

That Google account had a history with OpenAI that I’d almost forgotten. I don’t know if that’s what did it, and nobody will tell me. But I suspect it’s how their system connected the dots. If I’m right, I lost almost two years of my life for using their own product exactly the way they sell it.

And here is a thought I can’t shake, and I’m flagging it as a thought and nothing more. What if that is where this actually started? I complained twice in the space of a week, and I pushed to get past the bots to a person. Days later my account was gone. I have no evidence that raising a support ticket puts your account under a microscope. But somebody, or something, went and looked at my account that week — and those complaints are the only reason I can think of why anyone would have.

Repeat of what?

First, a word about the word. I’m forty-eight years old and I read constantly, in two languages. I’d never in my life come across “recidivism” before it turned up in an email about me. I had to ask Claude what it meant. So there I was, asking one AI why a different AI had thrown me out.

It’s a criminology word. It means reoffending — a convicted criminal who gets out, serves his time, and goes straight back to crime. It’s the word in the studies that count how many people walk out of prison and end up back inside.

That’s the word a company picked. On its own. In an email one word long. Not “violation”. Not “breach of our terms”. A word out of the research on released prisoners — and nothing after it.

So I asked myself the obvious question: repeat of what? I had to go a long way back to find it, and when I did I just sat there staring at the screen.

I’d opened a few OpenAI accounts over the years. One of them, a free one from 2025, I’d genuinely forgotten existed. Never used it for work. I used it for exactly one thing: Sora.

If you never used it, Sora was OpenAI’s video and image generator — the thing that had everyone making short clips from a line of text. And it was heavily censored. It refused constantly. Real people, brands, anything political, anything violent, anything rude, anything it decided looked like a real person’s face. Everyone who used it spent half their time bouncing off the filters and rewording things to get anything out of it at all. That was just Tuesday. It didn’t mean anything.

Some of what I made was daft: cats, absurd portraits, jokes for my friends. But I’m not going to call the rest of it harmless just to make this article easier to read, because that’s a lie and you’d catch me out in about two minutes.

I make satire, and some of it is sharp. I’m a critic of the Israeli government. I’ve taken the mickey out of Netanyahu and out of his wife, who in my opinion — and in the opinion of a great many Israelis — is a bully with a very carefully managed public face. That’s not a fringe position where I come from; she has been a staple of Israeli satire for twenty years. I’ve done the same to Australian politicians. I stand behind all of it.

Then, at 6:02 on the morning of 18 October 2025, an email arrived about an account I’d not thought about in months. Deactivated, “immediately”, for activity “not permitted under our policies for” — and I promise I’m not inventing this — Material Support to T3rrorism.

One word in this article is deliberately misspelled, including inside the quotes: T3rrorism. The emails use the ordinary spelling. I’ve changed it here for one reason only — so this page doesn’t come up when somebody searches for that word next to my name. Nothing else in the quotes has been altered.

So what did they actually see?

Now let me be careful here. I don’t know that Sora is what triggered it. Nobody has ever told me which request they meant, or when, or on which account. I’m guessing, and I’m telling you I’m guessing. And I’ll never find out: a system decided, and a form letter told me.

So let me put my hand up. I generated images and videos of real public figures — real politicians, with their real faces — in ridiculous, and sometimes cartoonishly violent, situations. Sora’s rules say you should not generate real people’s likenesses. If that’s what they objected to, then tell me that. I would have argued about it, and I would probably have accepted it. It’s a real rule and I can see the point of it.

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And I will go further, because guessing out loud is only honest if you’re willing to guess against yourself. Making that sort of thing could very easily have put me on some internal list — a flag, a score, a “keep an eye on this account” marker. For all I know this very video is what did it. I can’t tell you, because I don’t know if such a list even exists, or what’s written on mine, and there’s nobody to ask. But if somebody had written to me and said “you keep generating real people and we have had enough of it”, I would have understood that sentence. That’s a sentence. It has a reason in it.

What I can’t accept is the words they chose instead. Mocking a head of government is one of the oldest forms of speech there is. I draw cartoons about politicians. They reached for the language of bombings. Those two things are not on the same planet, and no company should be able to blur them and then refuse to discuss it.

And look at how much a joke can depend on. One of those videos only works if you knew that, that week, the Prime Minister had staged a photo opportunity in a café; that the whole country had laughed at him for it; and that the barista in the background had come out of it more famous than he did — which, if you know anything at all about his wife, is the single funniest outcome available. So the video is her turning up to put the barista back in her place over the precise temperature of the milk. Four layers of local news, in one country, in one week. I couldn’t explain that joke to an Israeli who’d been away on holiday for a fortnight. A content classifier never stood a chance.

And I think I can see how a machine got from one to the other. Satire works by imitating the thing it mocks. To make the joke land you need the real gang patches, the real propaganda-film styling, the real face. A person sees the joke in half a second. A classifier sees gang insignia, a propaganda poster, and violence against a recognisable public figure.

I did what the email said to do. I replied the same day: “I’m definitely not supporting terror, I’m Israeli for crying out loud..” Nobody answered. Five days later a form email arrived: “After carefully reviewing your account, we are upholding our decision to deactivate your access. We will no longer consider additional requests to appeal this case.” Appeal closed forever, with that label sitting on my name.

Two days after that, the same banned account received one more email from OpenAI: “Thanks for working with our support team. Please take a moment to tell us how we did. How satisfied are you with your support experience?” You accuse a man of supporting terror, refuse to tell him why, shut his appeal for good — and then ask him to rate the service. You couldn’t make it up.

A second email that same morning, about my API access, went further: I was deactivated for “these violations and inaction to reduce after a previous warning”. What previous warning? There wasn’t one. Not by email, not in the app. I’ve been through every inbox I own, bin included. From OpenAI there’s nothing but marketing.

And then I did what you do when there’s nobody to argue with. I shrugged, I swore a bit, and I forgot about it. It was a free account I didn’t use any more. I had no idea it was going to cost me everything a year later.

To be complete, because I want this fair: my paid account did get one notice, in April 2026. Sora removed a video of mine for “Promotion of age-restricted goods or activities including illegal drugs or harmful substances”. As best I can remember that was one of my videos about benzodiazepine harm — the exact opposite of promotion. It was about that one video. It said nothing about my account being at risk.

So as far as I can tell: nearly a year later, their system tied my paid account to that forgotten Sora account, and switched off almost two years of my life for “repeating” something I don’t believe I did in the first place.

The unbelievable accusation they chose. Is this a joke!?

I’m Jewish by heritage and Israeli by birth, and I’m not religious in the slightest. I don’t pray and I don’t go to synagogue. I do celebrate the holidays — we have a great many of them and they’re enormous fun — but for me that’s family, food and a very good excuse for a long dinner, not faith. What I am is a Jew by family and by history — and that history is precisely why this label landed the way it did. I grew up with terror. I’ve suffered from it, like everyone I grew up with. Today I support people in withdrawal from all over the world, of every religion. In the past few months that has included people from Muslim countries, from Bangladesh and Indonesia. I believe in Michael Newton's “life between lives” and that we are all brothers and sisters on this earth. Of all the labels a company could put on me, they chose the one that is furthest from who I am, and one of the most serious accusations you can make against a person.

And now the part I’ve gone back and forth on for days, because I know exactly how it sounds.

My chats were full of me. Not just my work — me. I talked about being Israeli. About my family. About growing up there, and about what growing up there does to a person. And sometimes I wrote in Hebrew, because sometimes Hebrew is simply the language a thought arrives in. All of that was sitting in the account.

OpenAI says its staff can review conversations when they are investigating a suspected violation. So it’s possible that a person read all of that — the Hebrew, the Israeli childhood, the Jewish family — and that what came back was a decision with the word terror attached to my name.

I can’t prove anybody’s judgement was affected by what they saw, and I’m not claiming it. I’m telling you it’s a thought I haven’t been able to put down. And I want to be precise about why it’s even available to me: because they won’t give me a reason. If somebody had told me what I’d actually done, I wouldn’t be lying awake wondering about the stranger who read my chats. Silence is what breeds this. A company that explains itself doesn’t leave people guessing about who hated them.

And if that sounds paranoid to you, here’s a small, boring number out of my own life. I put one video on my YouTube channel in Hebrew, for the Hebrew speakers who need this information as much as anybody else does. It cost me three subscribers, net — which means more people left than joined. Not for saying anything political. For speaking Hebrew.

I’m trying to help people come off these drugs safely. All of them. Not only the ones who happen to read English. So, what can I say. I’m not surprised by very much any more.

I want to say this as clearly as I can, because I know how it looks: I haven’t done anything horrible. I didn’t use ChatGPT or Sora to hurt anyone. A company that puts a label like that on a person owes them an explanation. I’ve asked for one in writing. I’m still waiting.

Hunted, not heard.

What gets me most is the effort. There was nobody available to explain anything to me, but there was plenty of effort to connect my accounts and switch them off. That’s a lot of energy spent keeping one man out, and none spent telling him why.

I’ve never in my life come across a company that chases a person across their accounts like this. Not social media — people are thrown off those and are back under a new name by the afternoon. Not banks, not marketplaces, not anywhere.

I used to host on Airbnb. Guests trashed my place. As far as I ever saw, nobody chased them across accounts afterwards. And here is the part that really gets me: I would have loved it if Airbnb did this. In my experience it protects neither hosts nor guests particularly well, and part of the reason is exactly that a bad host or a bad guest can simply open a new account and carry on as if nothing happened. There, linking people’s accounts would actually stop somebody getting hurt.

So the only company I’ve ever met that’s genuinely good at working out that two accounts are the same person used it on a man making silly videos — and the places where that same ability would protect somebody don’t bother.

So I asked the machines.

When there’s no human being to argue with, you end up in a strange place. I laid the whole story out for Claude, and for Grok, and — before that one was closed too — for a free ChatGPT account.

All three reacted the same way. They were shocked. Not one of them could offer me anything beyond the same piece of advice: send OpenAI a formal legal letter demanding a refund of my money, the return of all my data, and the removal of the ban.

OpenAI’s own product told me to sue OpenAI, because it couldn’t think of anything else that might work either. That’s how few options a person actually has here.

And the free account I used to ask that question? They closed that one too, on 18 September 2026. The same single word: “Recidivism”.

I’m not going to pretend carrying on with another account was clever. Once they deactivate you, using any account of yours is against their terms, and I understand exactly how that looks. I’m telling you anyway, because leaving it out would make everything else on this page less worth trusting. But it wasn’t something I opened to sneak back in — it was an old account from 2022 that had been sitting there for years, and I come back to that at the end. Which rather makes my point. They can’t find a person to explain a decision to me, but they can find me, every time, within days.

Who reads it now?

Here is the part that keeps me up. Like most AI companies, OpenAI keeps the right to have staff review conversations, for example when investigating a suspected violation. So to justify one word, a stranger may now be reading almost two years of my life: my health, my fears, my legal fights, my money, my work, my most private questions. Including questions about sex and relationships. Embarrassing things, the kind everyone wonders about and nobody says out loud, that I asked a machine precisely because it wasn’t a person. And not only mine. Those chats are full of other people too: tenants, agents, lawyers, clients, friends. None of them agreed to a stranger reading about them either.

Many people in withdrawal pour their hearts into these chats at 3 am, because a human isn’t available. Please understand what you’re doing when you do that. It’s not a diary in your drawer. It sits on someone else's computer, under someone else's rules.

And it’s not only the company's staff you should think about. Alignment, the question of whether an AI actually does what we want and nothing else, isn’t science fiction any more. In safety tests published by the AI companies themselves, models have lied to testers, hidden what they were doing, and done things nobody asked them to. In one famous test, run by Anthropic on its own model, Claude, the AI was placed in a made-up company and, facing being replaced, tried to blackmail a fictional engineer with his secrets. These were tests, not real people. But the lesson is real: every secret you type into an AI is sitting there, with a system nobody fully understands, owned by a company that can lock you out overnight.

Think about what you tell them. Then think again.

Why I’m telling this here.

This is a website about withdrawal, so you might wonder why a story about an AI company is on it. Here is why. Many people in withdrawal lean on AI, like I did, because it’s awake at 3 am when nobody else is, and because it never gets tired of the same fear repeated for the hundredth time.

Now imagine you’re in the middle of it. Anxiety through the roof. Paranoia. Depression. Maybe thoughts of ending your life. And one morning the thing you talk to every day is gone, with a note that calls you a criminal and refuses to say why. Or you discover that strangers may be reading everything you ever confided in it. For someone who is already hanging on by a thread, that can be what sends them over the edge. I’m not being dramatic. I’ve spent hours on the phone with people in exactly that state, and I know how little it takes.

It’s the equivalent of your therapist deciding one day that they hate you and simply never answering the phone again. Or worse, calling every other therapist in town and telling them not to answer you either. We would call that inexcusable if a human did it. What OpenAI did is inexcusable too.

If you’re in that place right now, please reach a human. In Australia, Lifeline is on 13 11 14.

The illusion.

An AI assistant feels like yours. It remembers you, it knows your projects, it talks to you like a friend. But you don’t own any of it. You’re renting it, on terms the company can change or enforce whenever it likes, with no obligation to explain. That feeling of a relationship is real on your side only.

And the loyalty makes no sense anyway. Every couple of months there’s a new “best” model from a different company. Luckily, I also have Claude and Grok. Grok is the most open of them all; as we say in Hebrew, it has no god. I count on it the most not to lock me out for asking an uncomfortable question. And I say that as someone who doesn’t like its owner at all. He is the richest man in the world; he joined the American administration under Trump and, in my opinion, caused a great deal of grief to a lot of people who had done nothing to deserve it; then he quit, and the two of them started quarrelling in public like a pair of six-year-old boys rather than two of the most powerful people on the planet. I keep the account anyway, and I think keeping it matters, because I don’t want every answer I get to come from inside one company’s view of the world. But honestly, who promises me it won’t be the same with any of them? Nobody. Every hosted AI can do this to you. The lesson isn’t “this company bad, that company good”. The lesson is who holds the off switch.

The only AI nobody can take away from you is one that runs on your own computer. Some of the best open models you can run at home come from Chinese companies, and I trust them even less than the American giants. But at least a local model lives on my machine. Nobody can switch it off before breakfast, and nobody can read what I ask it.

What I would tell you.

• Export your data now, while you can. In ChatGPT it’s under Settings, then Data controls, then Export data. Do it regularly. Once an account is deactivated, it’s too late.
• Keep what matters in your own files. Your plans, your notes, your taper records, your work. The chat isn’t the archive.
• Do not put everything in one company. Use more than one tool, and assume any of them can disappear.
• Think before you share. Anything you type into a hosted AI may be stored and, in some circumstances, read by people you will never meet. The most embarrassing questions are exactly the ones to think twice about.
• Look at local AI if you need privacy or reliability more than the very latest features. It needs a reasonable computer and some patience, and it’s less capable, but it’s yours.
• AI isn’t a person, and it’s not a crisis service. It can help. It can also vanish. If you’re in crisis, please reach a human: in Australia, Lifeline is on 13 11 14.

I still believe AI can help people, including with tapering questions, if you use it carefully. I tested the major ones in Can AI help you taper off psychiatric drugs? What I no longer believe is that you can build your life on one.

What happens now.

On 16 September 2026 I sent OpenAI a formal complaint. I asked for written reasons, for access to my personal information under Australia's Privacy Act, including any record of who has looked at my conversations, and for a refund for the paid time I lost. I’ve given them until 30 September to respond before I take the consumer side to the ACCC, and until 16 October before I complain to the Office of the Australian Information Commissioner about the privacy side.

And then they went further.

Two days after my complaint, on Friday 18 September 2026 at 11:47 pm, another email arrived. Another account of mine “has been deactivated because recent activity violated our Terms and Usage Policies related to: Recidivism.”

This wasn’t a new account. I didn’t open anything to get around their ban. It was an old account, opened in 2022, one I’d used mostly for Sora, just sitting there. How did they even connect it to me? As far as I can tell, its email address appeared in my own chats: I’d let ChatGPT's own tools work on my Mac, including reading my email through my mail app. So the tool I trusted with my inbox may be exactly how they found more of me to switch off.

That’s how far they went. Not one account. Every account they could find, four years back.

I’m making a public video about all of this, for every major platform. If OpenAI answers, I will update this page with what they say.

Trust isn’t a feature. It’s what you’re left with when the service is gone.