15 March 2026: Err on the safe side, do not accept any communications coming from me. Meet with me IRL if you want to communicate.
Karen, am getting very obviously faked messages from you. Apparently generated IN my laptop. I think it’s happened before. (Giveaway: can’t edit my own messages.) Alleen nog videobellen!
Onderaan ook wat in het Nederlands over deze godverdomde achterlijke onzin.
FYI: Main aim of the stalking = to render me as powerless as possible.
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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.
- 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 space without permission since the start of this year, that is, in conjunction with someone else, to “help” me. 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.)
For the record, I believe that my storage unit was broken into as well last year and that something was removed from it.
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!
Update I posted just now, elsewhere
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’s now going to try and block 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.
De vrouw in kwestie had het er ook – mondeling – over dat ik misschien bij haar op zolder kon. Van zijn levensdagen niet!
De reden dat ik contact op heb genomen met vijf instanties waar ze 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.
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 mijn mobiel (locatie) kon volgen. Ik ben een wetenschapper en heb nog steeds een redelijk gevoel voor probabilities.
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!
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Be aware, though, that I’ve had a bunch of lock-picking hackers, animal torturers, postal-mail stealers and what not on my tail for like forever (since 9 June 2008).
Apparently, this includes some young woman who goes by the names “Eden Stroet” and “Mrs Skelli” and a bunch of equally misguided pals of hers who love writing exploits and what not. These are the kind of people who can create and deploy ransomware, to be clear.
Also having played a role in this are two Portsmouth-based hackers who I will simply call Lee and Felicity on this page. Felicity may actually be living in Fareham now. I have these two people’s last names and Felicity’s website. I’ve never met Felicity as far as I know. Lee is the hacker brother of the person with whom this began, within 24 hours.
That’s probably a malignant narcissist and/or antisocial psychopath. Such people have a different brain structure; this is – obviously – not their fault. Apparently, they’re usually convincingly confident manipulative charmers who most people get fooled by (link), which is unfortunate. In any case, this person is so unhinged that it terrifies me. He’s destructive. He’s crazy. So crazy that it scares me… And apparently, he’s still completely obsessed with me. Yikes.
This is why I keep to myself as much as possible these days. Once bitten, twice shy. There are a lot of “lunatics” out there and once you get into a bad situation, the practicalities of your situation alone make you vulnerable to people who want to take advantage of your situation in some way. Some want to use you. Others aim to humiliate you.
By the way, “August 2025” appears to have some significance within this context. If anyone knows what that might be about, share it with me, please. It may have something to do with Portsmouth City Council and/or a crown court in Hampshire.
Since then, the crap slowly started gearing up again and as of the second half of February 2026, it’s been really getting out of hand again. And he keeps leaving signatures behind that underline who this is coming from.
As Google (along with the likes of Meta and Musk, I should add) has now totally broken the once oh so wonderful internet anyway, it doesn’t really matter any longer, does it?
So, go ahead if you want to offer – or get – some feedback or book a Zoom call (or some other brand of video call that is not owned by Meta).
Thanks for stopping by. Have a good day!
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.
