A STRANGER OBSESSION

I have been accused of Lacking Empathy. It has come from every direction: work, personal, Internet, Real Time. It surprises me, because I don’t feel that I have been successful in hiding my Illness at all. In fact I firmly believe my Illness has cost me several jobs over the past 10 years. It has certainly been the subject of Office Gossip and Personal Rumors. And let's be honest, the years I spent hiding my illness in order to make a living in the Corporate World is the impetus which set Steve Koenig and Ted Whiting on a personal vendetta to Slut Shame me, Terrorize me and otherwise discredit me.  But remember, *I* lack empathy. I realize that not everyone who surfs Facebook or Google Plus have run across my Story. While Endometriosis is the main story, I have remained silent about my PTSD diagnosis as the “label” just grates on me. The social stigma assigned to Veterans with PTSD is a heavy one. Besides which, I made a Promise. I promised never to speak about The Thing wh

December 2013 The reality was, that by December 2006 , I was already committed to the move to Las Vegas because of The Audio Thief and his antics that previous June & July.  I realized that despite my denial, I was going there to Hunt Him Down.   February 2007,  As I sat in the living room overlooking the City Lights, I was finally able to process what the Audio Thief had said in the Theme Room at Bonnie Springs Ranch  over the July 4th Holiday seven months earlier.  (... are you scared yet ...)  That his Family told him about the Dead Flowers,  "you know, the Dead Flowers left on my Doorstep." For the first time, I was presented with a Free Pass to be someone I wasn't without consequence My act of violence would tear at the tissue of the mind, and rip at the flesh of memory. Certainly, it would strike closer than the doorstep of an entry never used. The Stalking began, or rather followed me to Las Vegas, by November 2007.  Right on schedule I got an

I was tricked in 2011. I was so distracted by the hacking and stalking and the retrieving my belongings, I missed the signs. I needed to work and I needed money. So I took a contract that I swore I would never do, ever. So, at this point I have reached out, I have left a trail of data, and I have set up my little triangle. I have - so far - avoided another situation like the one in 2011. Suffice it to say, I discovered the moves I was making pushed me in that direction, but at every opportunity for validation, absolutely nothing happened. I mean..... nothing. By Summer 2011, I realized no one, absolutely no one who mattered knew about The Trick in 2011 when, during an interview, the interviewer said, "...  we can't have a melt down on a remote." Now, I have told one person the truth about what happened on that Remote. We are going to find out this week if February 2011 was ever taken seriously.  Because what I signed up for, and what I found myself in were two compl

The week of June 3, the White Wolf Game Director came to Blizzard Diablo 3 for the 1.09 release.  The significance of this event to me and to this Blog is the relationship to Fantasy and Role Play.  Hidden within the missing years was my Gaming.  I started playing Diablo, a Role Playing Game (RPG) actively on Battle.net in 1997.   That same year, I was introduced to White Wolf Games, specifically Table Top Games. It was at a Table Top Game with new Friends that I discovered LARP – Live Action Role Play. Masquerade was based strictly on Table Top adapted to Live Action, and it was Costume Play. I started LARPing in the Spring of 1997, playing White Wolf Masquerade in Pasadena City Hall, Cal Tech and Lake Avenue. Within a few months I had established a routine of playing Diablo in LAN Parties and on Battle.net during the Weekdays, and LARPing on the Weekends.  We built complex story lines of intrigue based within the parameters of the White Wolf Gaming Series, and acted them o

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1988 – 1989:  He arrived on the Flight Line out of no where, and like me, he was not included in any of the Squadron Crew Chief Games. Ignored or Pranked were the only attention we received because I was the only woman in the Squadron and he was an F-15 Crew Chief on an F-16 Flight Line. I had started to play golf again on the Air Force Base, and I began running into him on the Range. Eventually we began playing Golf together on our days off. At some point, our Flight Line Schedules aligned and we were on the same shifts on the same days. We spent six months together. He moved from the Base Dorms to the same Mobile Home neighborhood I was living.  We would carpool to the Flight Line together in his Truck with the over sized tires. I could walk to his house from mine – so it always looked like I was at home when in reality I was hiding out with him in his bed. Turned out, the Air Force put him in a holding pattern on our Base, in my Unit, while he awaited his next orders to

Where is the Witness? Where is that magical person who can validate the lies Don Stovner told me, my family and my peers? There must be a Witness.

July 2011 I know the Men with the Hairless Dogs talked to you and I know you talked to Don Stovner. You are in a bigger mess than you realize. And it's all because you didn't take Jail Bait seriously.

January 2009, just a few weeks after the final disposition of my termination at the Wynn but before the Hearings began with the State of Nevada, Don Stovner reached out via LinkedIn and asked me for a reference.  He called me before the request to apologize for his behavior, that he was under pressure from management to behave towards me the way he did.  He said the position was in Washington State and that he was leaving Nevada. I gave him the reference. When I began the contract at Clearwire in June 2009, I was also pending a Hearing Date over my termination from the Wynn with the State of Nevada. Everyone I knew in Vegas told me that I would lose, that Wynn never loses a hearing and they never settle. I told every one that I was fine with that outcome, but not before I exhausted the Legal Process. I just kept responding to the communications, following the process. From June 2009 through August 12, 2009, Don made an effort to speak to me or bring me coffee every single work