Recently, I was doxxed by a wonderful user of a certain fruit farming website. They were able to acquire my full name, address, job, phone number, everything - from only who knows where...
The harassment started early in the morning, with several calls. I picked up on the first couple, not knowing who they were.
The second person to call told me that he knew where I lived, and that he was going to kill me. He recited my address, and called me by my name. The call ended with 'its over, tr**ny'.
I was seriously spooked, so I reported the call to the police. They couldn't help much, however, as the caller used a private number. All I could tell was that they were male, as they'd also used a voice changer app.
The calls continued, as well as receiving awful horrid emails, containing photoshopped nudes of myself, grabbed from some of the trans lewd subs, amongst other things. My discord was overwhelmed by message requests, as well as my phone getting a never-ending stream of disgusting texts.
Someone had even called my workplace to tell them that I am apparently a rapist, posing as 'an ex girlfriend'...
So, to try and ignore this, I switched my phone to DND, and went into town to do some food shopping.
I was just on my way home when my phone rang with a different tone - it was my landlady.
Somebody had come to my house, and poured petrol through the letterbox into the house. My landlady smelt this, and went to investigate, opening the door just before a man wearing a black ski mask, and black clothes tried to drop a match...
He screamed at her 'WHERE'S THE TR**NY, IT NEEDS TO DIE', before running away. She went back inside, and called the police, then called me to let me know.
As she told me, I felt sick, I was shaking. I abandoned my groceries and ran to get a taxi home. In the taxi, I also called the police, to explain what had just happened.
I arrived home to my landlady, visibly shaken, and two police officers taking a statement from her, but I ran past them wasting no time to gather my things, and get to a hotel. I didn't feel safe in that house any longer.
As I left, the police asked me to make a statement. I asked them to meet me at the hotel, and left.
I arrived at the hotel, got into the room, and broke down. I vomited as I felt so scared, and just sat in a corner after taking an emergency anxiety pill, until the police arrived.
When they arrived, I explained everything that happened, from the post on KF, to the calls, messages, the man, etc. They took copies of all my messages/call logs on my phone, and informed me that forensics were on the scene to try and find evidence. I was also given a special number to call if I felt unsafe.
So, flash forward to now. I'm still sat in the hotel room, until tomorrow, when I'm going to grab my remaining possessions and GTFO to a family member on the opposite end of the country. My landlady, who may I add is disabled and mostly deaf, has asked me to leave ASAP as she no longer feels safe with me there. She's also gone to a hotel for the night, as the whole house smells like petrol.
And I just feel destroyed, shaken, scared. They, whoever they may be, have won, so congrats! And, I have no idea whether I'll ever feel safe again. I've deleted my old reddit, fb, changed my phone number, email, everything pretty much. Plus, I'm now basically homeless, so that's fun.
All I want to do is exist, is that too difficult now??
I'm out.
