Airing my dirty laundry
"bE CaREful wHAT yOu POst oNLiNE, yOU cOUld get a DEfamatiOn lAwsUIt"
Is unfortunately pretty good advice.
As a chronic oversharer this is gonna take a lot of restraint.
A LOT
The only thing holding me back before was "yOU lOok CRaZy" .
And I hesitated. I searched through my mountains of files to attach supporting evidence with my posts.To prove a point to my haters.
And then I remembered, "💠since when do I GAF if I look crazy ðŸ’"
My self-esteem clearly has taken a serious hit.
I decided to sleep on it. I was still tired. I slept a few more days on it. I'm still tired. My brain is tired, my body is tired. It's been that way since the summer of 2024.
But the last of my two brain cells have mustered enough power to handle this in a thoughtful and methodical way and after consulting a lawyer I'm learning that sharing too many details could be twisted against me in court.
I'm still gonna share.
For the practical reason that it's a matter of my own safety. I was receiving death threats, sexual threats.
The local police in South Carolina have still completely refused to make a single report, even going out of their way to prevent me from documenting anything, only suggesting I had some severe menatal illness or drug addiction.
911 calls were re-routed or disconnected during real emergencies.If they went through the police didn't show up. Whoever "Newman" is (my cyberstalkers login name) I'm sure still has my location.
Yes, Newman, as in in Seinfeld's Newman. As in, this was a funny entertaining joke for someone.
I'm working with authorities out of state now, but I've lost all faith in our legal system. I don't know what the outcome will be, but over my dead body is some incel loser gonna write my story for me.
Is unfortunately pretty good advice.
As a chronic oversharer this is gonna take a lot of restraint.
A LOT
The only thing holding me back before was "yOU lOok CRaZy" .
And I hesitated. I searched through my mountains of files to attach supporting evidence with my posts.To prove a point to my haters.
And then I remembered, "💠since when do I GAF if I look crazy ðŸ’"
My self-esteem clearly has taken a serious hit.
I decided to sleep on it. I was still tired. I slept a few more days on it. I'm still tired. My brain is tired, my body is tired. It's been that way since the summer of 2024.
But the last of my two brain cells have mustered enough power to handle this in a thoughtful and methodical way and after consulting a lawyer I'm learning that sharing too many details could be twisted against me in court.
I'm still gonna share.
For the practical reason that it's a matter of my own safety. I was receiving death threats, sexual threats.
The local police in South Carolina have still completely refused to make a single report, even going out of their way to prevent me from documenting anything, only suggesting I had some severe menatal illness or drug addiction.
911 calls were re-routed or disconnected during real emergencies.If they went through the police didn't show up. Whoever "Newman" is (my cyberstalkers login name) I'm sure still has my location.
Yes, Newman, as in in Seinfeld's Newman. As in, this was a funny entertaining joke for someone.
I'm working with authorities out of state now, but I've lost all faith in our legal system. I don't know what the outcome will be, but over my dead body is some incel loser gonna write my story for me.
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