How many of us have actually been rejected for AI reasons?

I think the problem is that they're using an AI scanner to detect if it's AI or not and they're dreadful. I can write some text put it through one of these AI detectors one day and then the next and get 2 different results. I find the more descriptive words I use the higher the detection rate. I had a nightmare getting my last story published despite not using AI to the point I rewrote the whole thing.
 
I am EXTREMELY pissed.

I write all my own work. I have now had three stories THAT I WROTE rejected as AI, one of them for a THIRD time. I am inclined just to remove all my stories (70 of them) from the site and stop writing here. I find it insulting that they would do that. I've just about had it.

I've been writing here for 18 yes, since 2006, and I like this site a lot. But I am tired of being subjected to such questionable treatment.

If I disappear soon, you'll know why.
 
How many of us have actually been rejected for AI reasons? This thread is not meant to be another discussion of what causes such rejections. It's just a count. When it dies down, I'll post the totals. I, myself, have not been rejected, but most of my stories were published before the furor appeared.
I just was, and I have never been more humiliated. I am extremely dyslexic, with both syllabic and symbolic dysphoria. I am using tools now; several are actually very expensive. But I will make Lit's life easier. I won't post any more stories or poems.
 
It was so humiliating for me. As I said in another post, I have what is often called 'compounded dyslexia' so bad that my maximum reading rate is 80 words a minute. For those who don't know, that is like a first grade. When I was 6 in first grade, I was beaten for 'lying' that the letters moved on the page (they did things like that, then it was 1968-69, after all). When I was in the second grade, the school counselor recommended my parents institutionalize me since I was retarded. I am not; I have a 140+ IQ, but the test they used said it was 70 because I could not read it. They didn't, and in New York (we moved every few months), I found a teacher who gave me the test orally and said I was gifted. Then we moved to Utah, and it all went to shit again. My third-grade teacher made me stand in the front of the room and read out loud; the children would laugh at me, as did the teacher. She said she needed the laughs because her husband was in Vietnam. God forgive me, but I smiled when it was announced he died.

My 20-year-old daughter has never seen a handwritten note from me or a message in her birthday cards because in a few days, I would not be able to read it. I got through school with the help of family and friends, understanding teacher who gave me oral exams, and tried hard to understand. College was hard for lots of reasons I won't go into, but I went to a nothing-nowhere little commuter school, expecting to be a babymaker my whole life, when I met a boy who cared and supported and fought for me. He bought me my first computer, which cost as much as a new Honda Civic (the money he had saved for a car so he did not have to bicycle to school and back home 10 miles each way, sounds easy right? kept in in great shape, believe me, but try it in the middle of an Idaho winter when cattle freeze to death in the fields, then tell me how great it is, but he did it for me.) He studied computers to write me programs; he did that instead of doing his homework; he read to me, helped with writing when it was needed, took the same classes, and changed major to help me. Most of the tests were multiple choice and the profs were pretty understanding, those who were not, I avoided. I usually would win them over with my cleavage showing and a short skirt. Although I never had to give a blowjob, I had to use what I had. Once they let me do verbal exams, they accepted my problem and helped. I managed to graduate with high honors, I had three undergraduate degrees in sciences and help all along the way. GREs were a nightmare, nowhere near my abilities, but alumni letters and interviews at the schools did the trick. I was accepted into every graduate program I applied for, including Berkley. I went to the one with the nicest professor in a program I loved.

What about the boy, I fucking married him! He went, kept us fed and the bills paid, and wrote programs to help me, things like different tones for every letter; they did not have text-to-speech then. He worked in the lab with me, he was as excited as I was for every success I had, and he just plugged along as a teaching assistant; he spent so much time with me he didn't get his PhD, but he did get a master's.

So, do I use tools like Grammarly and Pro Writer, and some I don't even remember? You bet your fucking ass I do. I use every tool I can get; I use tools that review my writing for clarity and give me grades and scores to tell me if it is even understandable; some of them fight amongst themselves or get stuck in UK vs US spelling. But I can do what I always wanted to do: write. I am sorry Lit is all upset about it.

When I received that rejection today, I was suddenly back in my third-grade classroom, being laughed at and ridiculed for my problem. I guess I will stop writing here, at least. I won't put myself through that again.
 
I’ve seen this advice posted since so it’s no huge secret, but I was told to ask Laurel to personally review the story in the Author’s Notes section. I was also told that seems to work almost 100% of the time.

I tried that and it didn't work, so your mileage may very. Unless it requires very specific language. I also feel like we might be penalized for repeated rejections, which makes it hard to troubleshoot what sentences are causing it to be flagged.
 
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