UPDATE 17 March 2026:

The harassment is local. Not coming from someone in England.

A brick was overturned on top of my tarp early this morning while I was under it. Implied message: “We can kill you any time we want”?

I think I heard it, actually, but birds often sit on the tarp early in the morning, drinking water or picking off insects and I thought it was birds. It did strike me as lasting much longer than birds usually linger. This means that there may have been people who saw this.

I also suspect that a bucket with water was poured between the tarps yesterday. That is, I didn’t see any rain yesterday, but I may have missed it. I did see that the tarps had been interfered with. (I thought it might be animals who might be stronger than I assumed. I guess not.)

Sorry, Sarah Paul. (Making a big leap of faith here.) This is NOT coming from you. This is NOT your style. You’d never take this type of risk. Death threats are not your style and you’d never do anything that carries such a high risk of getting caught.

Other readers: Someone let me know some time ago that he or she was not responsible for what other people unconnected to him or her might do just on the basis of what they might read on a website somewhere. I don’t know who that was. It is also often hard to know whether something like that is intended as a threat/warning or as helpful.

This – below – is roughly what the home including bedroom of the local batshit-crazy woman looks like, except worse.

(The bedroom had no closets or shelves, or platfom, just a big brown mess of a mattress on the floor with bedding all in the same drab milky brown shade and the living room was filled with a really big milky brown mattress on the floor too and something that I think was a desk, but there were for instance shelves there.)

• Have meanwhile had a reply from the DigiD folks but it’s useless. (They responded as if I am a resident, but I am not.)

• Have filed a police report of the thefts now too. Main items stolen, except items just for the purpose of harassment:
  – LG K20 LM-X120EMW 4G 5.5″ Smartphone 16GB Unlocked Dual-Sim, no SIM, teal, in black plastic case, had memory card, has DigiD, EUSS, HMRC apps among other things, purchased in Portsmouth from kpkmobiles on eBay
  – old Nokia Windows phone, no SIM, purchased in Portsmouth, on site (CEX Commercial Road)
  – Lenovo Tab M8, Android 10, Lenovo TB-8505FS, build TB-8505FS-S300694-220706-BMP, RAM 2GB, ROM 32GB, 2MP, 5MP, no SIM, purchased in Southampton, on site (CEX)
  – powerbanks, cables, plugs
  

UPDATE 16 March 2026:

Dutch police are impossible to contact these days. Need to report thefts but can’t! Because I need an item that got stolen to be able to report a theft! I can’t log in to do something about any of this either because I am not a resident of the Netherlands. (This means that the three login options that residents have are not available to me.) So I need the item that was stolen! Such things are much easier in England, lol. The Netherlands is a dysfunctional, disorganized mess these days. (I find it quite embarrasing to be Dutch now. Sorry, you British, about all my moaning.) Am trying to reach other parties by phone, but can’t reach those either. Ugh.

• There’ve now been three major theft incidents in a row – and the third one was mainly women’s items, such as toiletries and a flowery but warm favourite rayon scarf – but this was preceded by a series of minor incidents that were directly tied to ONE specific local person about who I already had alerted five organisations. She’s batshit-crazy. Might that be a coincidence? Might she not be connected at all and has someone been sending text messages that did not come from this person at all? Who knows…
  
  

• Might it be locals having decided to make my life a living hell for some reason? There are strong local xenophobic sentiments. Those might apply to me too. In fact, they did. Some people convinced themselves that I couldn’t possibly be Dutch. That said, Bankastraat has three nutcases. One just may be a very young silly woman, but the other two are older and ogle people the way snakes ogle prey. They’re both quite nasty. I don’t think that they’re connected. (17 March: They apparently are now? Not clear.) One is batshit-crazy and barely even functional. The other one seems to function just fine. They keep their last names a secret, but I managed to identify both of them.
  
  The major crap started, however, right after I blocked the batshit-crazy woman on my phone and the minor crap was definitely tied to her. She had been going on as if we had known each other for a long time – “I feel you are withdrawing from me” etc – but it concerns a complete stranger. It is an acquaintance of someone I sometimes have briefly chatted with but don’t really know either.
  
  And it includes something that she had specifically asked me about! Where I left those things, whether I always had them on me. My powerbanks. (NO, because I am not as strong as a packhorse.)
  
  >>> So, three things point in her direction. No, four… There was one more thing that points toward her, something fruit-related. No, five. She has at least one accomplice but I don’t know whether that accomplice is duped or consciously involved. I increasingly suspect that it’s the latter.

• Then again, this interference may be coming from my stalker, who knows. (Update: no.) I did have a strong feeling that my stalker was in town, particularly on Sunday morning, and that some bad shit was going down. (I was right about that. I pick up vibes, very weird; these are usually related to someone – anyone – focusing on me, such as a complete stranger anxiously waiting by the phone to hear if I can do an urgent project for them.) I have no idea where that feeling came from. I don’t even know whether I would still recognize him. His operational mode is stealth. Neither do I know with certainty whether this might be about the hacker brother rather than the woodwind/IT nut. Maybe it’s both. They HAVE stolen a valid copy of my British driving licence in the past as well as several British bank cards (which can sometimes also be used as ID in the UK, for example to collect postal mail and packages). They may now have stolen, among other things, a phone with my digital IDs. I can’t report it stolen without the IDs and I can’t disable the ID without having access to the ID either.

• Karen, am getting very obviously faked messages from you (unless you are experiencing severe memory issues, lol). Apparently generated IN my laptop? It may have happened before. (Giveaway: can’t edit my own messages.)

I am NOT a forensic psychologist. Period. I don’t know what to make of this.

FYI: Main aim of the stalking = to render me as powerless as possible plus make me look like an idiot

15 March 2026: Err on the safe side, do not accept any communications coming from me. Meet with me IRL or arrange a video call if you want to communicate.

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Onderaan ook wat in het Nederlands over deze godverdomde achterlijke onzin.

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(There is currently interference with this site too, apparently. Plus can’t send emails.)

A great deal of electronics have been stolen from me (and that comes on top of the hacking activity, which still has not stopped either, no). Total value on the used-goods market: EUR 10 but “invaluable” to me.

Am still busy securing accounts.

• As of August 2025, the crap that began on 9 June 2008 slowly started gearing up again.
• As of mid February 2026, it started getting out of hand again.
• A “signature” that has been left behind a few times clues me in as to who this is coming from. At least, that is what I initially thought, but yes, this could have been a coincidence or may have been derived from posts on this website or one of my books, in which I talk about what has been done to me before, by my stalker.
• I should add that there are two pretty unhinged women in a street around the corner from me. They don’t seem to know each other and there is no way that they could know about the “signature” unless my stalker told them about it.
• I suspect that one of them is being played but that she also plays people herself. I’ve been getting really crazy messaging from her, though I can’t rule out that not all the messages actually came from her. I deleted it all. I have no use for bizarre nonsense. From the get-go, she seemed convinced that I was mentally unstable and/or very much, eh, incapable of living? I did nothing to change her mind. Why would I? She’s a complete stranger. I don’t care what she thinks of me, but when people believe you’re immensely vulnerable, they are more likely to reveal their true nature.
• As soon as I realized that this woman is pretty unhinged, I distanced myself. After that, shit started escalating. (I should also add that I had been getting vague alerts that something was about to go down, just like in Portsmouth, before the animal cruelty incidents for example. I don’t know what to make of that.)
• Specifically, thefts – several days in a row – followed. They did not include this aforementioned signature, but do concern something that this woman had specific knowledge about (I was actually asked about it). This woman also started invading my personal space without permission since the start of this year, that is, in conjunction with someone else, to “help” me. Nobody else has done that. I REPEAT: NOBODY ELSE HAS DONE THAT.
• (The other woman has been out of the picture for months. As soon as I realized that she was not a well woman, to put it mildly, I cut off all contact. That was some time last summer. I didn’t tell anyone about what had happened. I haven’t seen her since. She pulled similar stunts as the second woman, I should add. Acts of intimidation and humiliation, trying to unsettle me. She made two stealthy attempts to reconnect, which I ignored.)

Addition: Just got an email – on Sunday – from a pension fund, telling me something very simple that they could have told me weeks ago. Some information had disappeared from their website, which could mean that I simply was visiting a bloody mirror again, not the actual website. (My stalker may now going to try and block – or steal – my lump sum payment; that is just the kind of thing that he does. That is the kind of thing he has been doing for nearly two decades now.)

For the record, I have been wondering if my storage unit was broken into last year and that something was removed from it. There is a large open space to the right that didn’t used to be there – unless I am mistaken – but I’d have to empty the unit to see what might be missing. The lock is very easy to jimmy.

It goes on and on and on and on and on (more: here and here). Passwords getting changed, not being able to apply 2FA and so on and so forth. The same shit as before, and it really started getting out of hand again recently. This is all just more of the same, more of the stupid war games that someone started playing with me on 9 June 2008. Or is it? I am not a forensic psychologist!

Alle contact met Anita heb ik inmiddels afgekapt. Dat arme mens kreeg de hele rotzooi over zich heen, maar ze kan er niets mee en er is bijna niets dat ze voor me kan doen.

De vrouw in kwestie – de vrouw die ik “zo gek als een deur” noem – had het er trouwens ook – mondeling – over dat ik misschien bij haar op zolder kon gaan wonen. Van zijn levensdagen niet!

De reden dat ik contact op heb genomen met vijf instanties waar de knettergekke vrouw connecties mee heeft is dat ik me zorgen maak dat deze vrouw zich op kwetsbare mensen richt en hen schade aandoet – ook financieel – en dat die kwetsbare mensen dan niet worden geloofd. Ik wilde dus graag dat deze instanties meldingen zouden checken (en ik zou ook willen weten hoe ik die vrouw van mijn nek haal omdat ze boos leek dat ik het contact had afgekapt). De berichten van haar leken erop te wijzen dat ze dacht dat ik haar al jaren kende oid. Volgens mij heeft ze dringend hulp nodig, maar wat er precies met haar aan de hand is, weet ik niet. Ik zie NPD verschijnselen, maar de puinzooi in haar woning wijst op iets anders. Nog nooit zoiets gezien.

Een van de vijf instanties meldde aanvankelijk dat het waarschijnlijk een vergissing was, dat ik hen met een andere instantie verwarde ivm met de naam van hun directeur. Dat was niet het geval. Ze zijn door blijven mailen en vroegen uiteindelijk of ik een voornaam wilde geven. (Het leek er dus op dat ze al meldingen van anderen hadden gehad.) Dat heb ik gedaan en toen vielen ze stil.

Was dat allemaal gespooft? Kan ik niet uitsluiten. Maar dat gevoel had ik niet.

Er is nog iets… ik kreeg op een gegeven moment de indruk dat deze vrouw (en haar maatje) mijn mobiel (locatie) kon volgen. Ik ben een wetenschapper en heb nog steeds een redelijk gevoel voor probabilities. In een paar weken meerdere toevallige ontmoetingen op andere plekken dan waar ze wonen, na 9 maanden zonder. Beetje vreemd. Maar kan nog toeval zijn.

Hoe ik een en ander met elkaar moet rijmen, weet ik ook niet. Ik kan hier geen touw aan vastknopen. Ik wil gewoon godverdomme eindelijk mijn leven weer terug!

Ik krijg hier letterlijk buikpijn van. Diarree.

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The above selfies on this page, at least one taken accidentally, are from June 2023, August 2023, August 2024 and June 2025.

You won’t find me on many social media – where I mostly have been playing the idiot clown, as I haven’t had much to do for far too many years now. I have literally spent time pacing in my rooms and sleeping during the day. I started climbing the walls with boredom shortly after I relocated from Southampton to Portsmouth. I eventually began picking litter and stuff like that just to have something to do with my time and still make myself useful in some way.

You won’t find me on LinkedIn. I started an account in 2007, I think, and my connections were almost exclusively people who I had actually worked with. It got hacked to pieces, probably from within my own equipment. One of my oldest connections, who must have seemed random because he was based on the other side of the world and the name “ARCADIS” did not show prominently on his profile, suddenly disappeared. One day, I noticed that he was a new connection with a different photo. That’s when I should have shut down my LinkedIn account. I didn’t.

It took me a long time to accept that what was happening to me, in my life, really was happening, that it was destructive and that I was powerless to do anything about it. It all seemed too bonkers to be true. However, the true extent did not start to become clear to me until 2015, 2016. That said, I did ask plenty of people and organizations for help with this and I already filed the first related police report in October 2008.

There definitely is some neurodiversity involved in all of this and that is how I eventually ended up exploring bioethics-related topics.

I apologize to all the people who got pestered within the context of this nonsense. That includes Willem de Lange who knew me because he was on the board of the Environmental Chemistry (and Toxicology) Section of KNCV when I was too. It also includes my youngest sister whose business got targeted with fake negative Google reviews.

The only people who I am still angry with within this context are Robert Gerald Van Cortlandt Vernon-Jackson and Suzanne J.M.H. Hulscher. The first one is a bigoted career politician with more power than is good for him. (Duh. What else is new?) The second one, well, what happened to her in Canada was just as bizarre and unbelievable and devastating as what happened to me in Portsmouth. If there hadn’t been ONE person who stood up for her, selflessly, nobody might ever have heard from her ever again and she likely wouldn’t have been able to complete her PhD. In 2016, I told her about what was happening in my life – admittedly very briefly but IRL. Her response was awful. She said that if she were somewhere where things weren’t going her way, where she didn’t like it, she’d simply leave. (Nah, nobody’s ever helped HER get out of a crappy situation, eh?) Her response has remained similarly dimwitted. I won’t forgive these two, but they aren’t worth remembering for much longer.

People who I will always remain grateful for include A.C. Fischer PhD and F.F. Beunk MSc.