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We all know what it’s like to be spellbound.
We started with the young boy with the scar on his forehead, who lived in a cupboard under the stairs. The boy who sensed and maybe even hoped that there was a world where he could be loved and respected. A world with friends and mystery and…
today I woke up knowing my flights to orlando are booked
I’m just sayin’ we should go see Rapunzel and Merida together on the 4th. One of my good friends plays both of them and I really want to get a picture with her as them for my birthday. Also I’m going to be at Disney alone as of now and it would be fun to do something like that with other people. ;)
I have this problem where there is a limited amount of information available to plan my Leaky/Disney trip and yet I’m perpetually excited and checking everywhere there is possibly something new someone has posted. So much so that there is rarely anything new each time I look. Life is hard when exciting things are still months and months away.
Someone obsess with me over getting to go to Disney -andfakestalkingmyfriendwhoplaysrapunzel- And maybe camp out at the campsite with me for a couple days post Leaky? I’m swapping hotels for the free transportation to Disney.
I apologize for the language above, but it is left whole to show a rather ugly point.
So: My ask box is closed now.
And I’m doing something very, very, very rarely do, and my friends have been begging me to do about this whole thing since day one: meet it head on.
The above ask was sent in by my stalker. This is why my ask box remains closed.
Maybe it is time to show what stalking really is and does.
Imagine getting messages, the type of which make the above seem mild and sweet (add in sexual threats, death threats, and vows to be up to this forever), any time you have any ability for anyone to contact you.
Every day. At times multiple times a day, sometimes in a stream of messages that clog your inbox.
And when you never once address that, they start contacting your friends, your sister, your parents. Your brother in law. Your infant nephew/godson.
Threatens them consistently. Sends them packages. Sends them postcards. Look sup their private info and parade it in front of them.
For 5.5 years.
Things that thus far haven’t helped: An arrest. An international warrant. International attention. Stays in mental health facilities. Nothing deters this behavior.
Stalking is one of the crimes that takes the victim out of the equation, because of how likely it is that being in it exacerbates the situation. And if we do nothing and let the world exist like this, we are enabling a kind of malice that could threaten the very positive and at times powerful ways we exchange ideas and connect to each other.
The Internet is the wild west, and at some point the cavalry’s gotta come in, here.
The FBI has been amazing but are limited by a foreign nation’s wish to completely ignore a situation that has been proven many times over to exist.
I can only be so defiant in private while balancing the need for my and my family’s safety.
You may think, “I’ve seen her at LeakyCons, she’s not affected by this at all!” Never make an assumption by the strength someone is able to project that they are unaffected. And never assume that someone who doesn’t give her life over to something negative completely - disappear from the internet, etc - doesn’t just as much peace and justice as those whose lives lose major functions because of this activity. There is sometimes a paternalistic rise in compassion that rises to meet the level to which a person has been affected. If we start judging that way, we forget that no matter the victim and no matter the effect, the crime is the same and it must be stopped.
So there you go. A glimpse into my life.
If you wish to stand against stalking, please reblog; and as a bonus, please add your own thoughts about the necessity that a country’s law enforcement agency (in this case New Zealand’s) starts to take this seriously.
This may be the most important thing I ever reblog, and I really hope you take the time to read it.
I’ve known Melissa throughout much of this and I’ve seen the hurt and damage it has caused. I’ve seen her get not one, but HUNDREDS of highly graphic and possibly viable rape and death threats from this stalker. The notes come into every part of Melissa’s life, pretty much every day. They are both electronic and physical. They go to her family. They threaten everything about her life.
The note you see above is NOTHING compared to some that have come in.
I also get notes from this stalker. As I post this, I set myself up to get more. I send them to the FBI, as I have been instructed. The case file grows.
This has gone on for five and a half years.
It’s hard to keep silent while someone goes through this.
I hope that the stalker actually gets the medical treatment she so desperately needs. She is a danger to herself as much as anything else. I have gotten at least one letter from her that was a detailed suicide threat. She has also cut her own wrists and posted the picture online. She very, very much needs help.
I hope Melissa gets justice. She needs her life back.
And I hope this helps pave a way for more victims of online stalking to get the help and protection they need.
I know I’ve told this story before, but my abusive ex refused to let me take birth control. I was on the pill until he found them in my purse.
I went to the Student Health Center—they were completely unhelpful, choosing to lecture me about the importance of safe sex (recommending condoms) instead of actually listening to my problem.
Then I went to Planned Parenthood. The Nurse Practitioner took one look at my fading bruises and stopped the exam. She called in the doctor. The doctor came in and simply asked me: “Are you ready to leave him?” When I denied that I was being abused, she didn’t argue with me. She just asked me what I needed. I said I need a birth control method that my boyfriend couldn’t detect. She recommended a few options and we decided on Depo.
When I told her that my boyfriend read my emails and listened to my phone messages and was known to follow me, she suggested to do the Depo injections at off hours when the clinic was normally closed. She made a note in my chart and instructed the front desk never to leave messages for me—instead, she programmed her personal cell phone number into my phone under the name “Nora”. She told me she would call me to schedule my appointments; she wouldn’t leave a message, but I should call her back when I was able to.
And that was it. No judgment. No lecture. She walked me to the door and told me to call her day or night if I needed anything. That she lived 5 blocks from campus and would come get me. That I wasn’t alone. That she just wanted me to be safe.
I never called her to come to my rescue. But I have no doubt that she would have come if I had called. She kept me on Depo for a year, giving me those monthly injections in secret, helping me prevent a desperately unwanted pregnancy.
I cannot thank Planned Parenthood enough for the work they do.
I’m doing a camera give away. This is a brand new Canon Rebel T3i. (It comes with the box- I just took it out to show you what it looks like.) I already have a camera, but wanted to buy this one and give it away to one of you on tumblr.
- You must be following me
- You can reblog this (likes don’t count) as many times as you want for a better chance of winning.
- I’ll message the person I choose, but please reply back as fast as you can.
- I ship worldwide and if you’re the winner we will discuss how we are going to send it.
I will be choosing the winner on the 1st of March.
If you’re in the first 50k to reblog this then you have a higher chance of winning, so if you’re reading this, then reblog as quick as possible.
The End of the Web As We Know It
"As it stands, not a lot of people are talking about [net neutrality] right now, probably because it is in the media conglomerate’s best interest that this whole thing fly completely under the radar."
rj4gui4r's awesome vlog provides a rundown on the ongoing net neutrality issue. Because there's so much silence surrounding this situation, it's becoming more and more important that we take the discussion into our own hands.
This time, it’s personal.
Check out the video, share, discuss.
So I’m in search of 1-2 more people to share a room for LeakyCon this summer. I’ve got the Rosen Centre booked from July 29th thru August 5th and one other female in the room currently.
I am a 22 year old female theatre technician from New England that will be traveling to Orlando by car from my summer job in Iowa. Pretty chill, my first Leaky, but not my roommates, I also tend to be pretty quiet and awkward. Shoot me a message or reblog and we can find a way to chat more about it! Would love to have 4 people total to keep those pesky room fees low!