The comments in this thread about being doxxed 1) terrify me, and 2) make me very glad I'm uber careful about anonymity, privacy and security. (Hell, even in walks around the town I live in, I deliberately take different paths back to my home so no one can tail or track me, and change outfits and styles of clothing for the same purpose). Still, I'm always worried whenever I'm active on a website that SOMEhow, somebody's gonna piece together--given I'm a speed-reading, data aggregating, creepy superstar at doing this exact thing, and if I can do it, a variant of Rule 34 applies, meaning, others can do it and WILL do it--all my comments and posts and... Wait, I'll probably be homeless by then. Good luck finding me. =) Yet another awesome thing about having all your mail sent to a PO Box rather than your home address.
I had to cut off my dreads in Detroit, because I had a stalker, and I stuck out everywhere. I let this girl stay with me for a night. She was rude to my roommate, and we had to ask her to leave. Her and her boyfriend threw a big fit that night. Then five months later he comes up to me at school, and describes how he is going to kill me. I am freaked out enough to miss a few exams, I end up quitting school. That and other drama, resulted in panic attacks, agoraphobia, suicide attempts, and eventually catatonia. Right now I was too afraid to fill out my exit interview for the job, I just had to quit. My boss picked me up with her family in the car, and yelled at me for talking shit about her being a felon. I feel like I already got my revenge with her. I got a scholarship for staying at a job for so long, where my boss was completely disrespecting my employment rehabilitation coordinator. I already already trapped in a place with tons of awful people, threats on the internet are much less scary. Some people are way too invested in the online world, I'm pretty blase. change outfits and styles of clothing