I was 13.
I felt helpless.
I felt awkward.
I felt ugly.
I felt estranged and alone from already years of bullying.
I was taken off campus with two cool New York city ballet dancers, it would be so cool.
I was eating pizza in Charlotte.
I was asked if I liked to smoke pot.
I did not know what to say, I was 13, said I would try it.
Next thing I vividly remember was the inside of a hotel room and a struggle.
After years of poking and probing I remember no other part of the encounter - zero.
I do not know how I went to bed, I do not know how I got back into the dorm.
I do not know much other than all the bullying around me as weeks went by.
Lisa Young saying someone entered her dorm, then my little bestie vanishing the last night we all had together was playing on a Ouija board with Katita Waldo and Kiya Sturm. Being taught the poem El Dorado by Katita.
Then one of the girls remaining taught hyperventilation (literally asphyxiation).
Sitting in a stairwell they (was it Katita? or the girl Lisa from Ithica?) who said do you know what is a really cool feeling? Then they were literally teaching asphyxiation.
I felt stupid not trying it with them, peer pressure, fell down when trying and fractured my skull.
A college student befriending me, he just wants one little kiss.
I was off that campus after that, my father angry with me, angry with them.
I was 13. I had already moved 3 schools 4 homes by then.
I would spend age 20-23 being poked prodded and probed about what happened when I was 13. Over and over and over until I just couldn't do it any longer. I have the opposite of false memory syndrome, I have no memory syndrome of what happened after being taken to a hotel room by two NYC ballet dancers at age 13. Maybe NOTHING happened. There was already drama about my friend about "recovering" "recovered" memories. No point in participating. It is counter productive, already losing years.
Took coaching, took yoga, took anger management, found joy in work, school, and sharpening my sword. Found a husband and loved him. I was happy. I found my joy.
Then at age 49, someone decided to sue that school for lack of oversight and supervision. They did not include me and they even sent bizarre diversions my way hoping I would not notice. Most of the diversions were cyber-hoaxes which should have involved an incident response team of 10. Yet I was alone, while they asserted to be "Russian Hackers" in My Games. While they pretexted. While they spread chaos and hate. While I did recon sufficient enough to recognize someone from my job involved.
Then they would sue in tandem.
Sue University of North Carolina School of the Arts.
Make a Jane Doe.
Fund a convict.
Leave an air of uncertainty.
With a fake profile did they collect?
Spoken to with absolute conviction when you call the attorney's office that represented the victims.
Case closed
The attackers would say in a mobile game they were doing it ALL for Steve Zulawski. I will forever be the unwanted taint in peoples lives.
They then go on to elevate a fraud who says cunt, fucking, shit, in tandem with many theatrics with people whom I never knew and may never even have met.
15 tickets to Apple after doing due diligence and confirming one party had access to their analytics. Nothing. Because they can just do this. Collect real time data and harass the life out of you, the joy out of you for years ahead. Outnumber you intentionally and cause as much grief as humanly possible.
A spoofed email at work.
A move.
Your marriage now disintegrating.
Your friends lost.
A man cackling in a mobile game he is "throwing bones".
Watching people who were your contacts die for unknown reasons while they redirect their phone numbers and commit a significant wave of fraud and deception.
He wants me to know EVERYONE hates me.
He knows I know social media is paid propaganda, sweeping waves of leapfrogging based upon the number of people and the amount of money on hand, yet he made it so personal. I don't have any reason to care, there was that spoofed email at work in 2016. That notion of caring about social media was long over and I was consulting on assessments.
My brother would be tricked by the same man in process, then lost for good.
Mikko's select pedophile botting the Internet (entirely) would win Roger Russ White - the chat channel no one cares about.
Everyone has known since 2009 they run their social media accounts with teams of 5 or more. No one cares, I sure did not. I simply asked Apple STOP the person collecting my real time data to intentionally try out ways to annoy me.
Jackie Singh over doing the cunt word (many screenshots) for Steve and a report that never went to HR but went to my direct team manager (my manager) so we could try to FIX the real issue which had to do with how we work together rather than holding one another to standards one does not even hold themselves to. Forgiving Steve the best one can.
I have been punished for a crime I never committed by this woman, and someone piggybacked on it with her for basic legal settlements on my childhood exploitation.
Forced to relive what you wanted to forget, what you did forget, to move on from your childhood - with zero benefits while they bot it all over the Internet.
