The pitfalls of the trade

It goes with the territory that I hear from mentally ill people on a regular basis, but this past 24 hours have been quite exceptional. I might have acquired a stalker. Again. (Remember her? She kept emailing me for AGES, even after I reported her to the police.)

So this new guy has sent me 17 emails just since yesterday, some of them quite long. He believes he might be a missing child. I’m quite sure he isn’t, but even if he was, he’s also sending the same emails to the relevant law enforcement agency so I can’t do anything more for him than he’s already done himself.

He’s schizophrenic. I’m not even guessing this, because he mentioned his diagnosis in several of the emails. The first one at least made it clear enough what he wanted from me, but since then they’ve degenerated into basically gibberish, such as these two (click for close-up view):

He sent a bunch of his documents too, scanned identity cards and such. So I know his name and address and a lot more besides. Fortunately it’s a long way away from me. Based on the scanned documents he sent me, it appears the authorities where he lives are already aware of him and his problems.

The poor guy clearly needs help but it’s not the kind I can provide. Nothing to do at this point but hit the block button.

7 thoughts on “The pitfalls of the trade

  1. fluttergirl August 31, 2021 / 7:17 pm

    The gibberish looks like the comments bots would leave on blogs back in the early 2000s.

    • Mia September 3, 2021 / 9:54 pm

      Yes!! Like early search engine optimization.

  2. Karen August 31, 2021 / 10:36 pm

    Looks like a bunch of conspiracy theory crap.

    • Meaghan August 31, 2021 / 11:03 pm

      It’s not coherent enough even to be that. It’s just one bit of violent disconnected imagery after another. Like a painting that’s been torn to such tiny shreds there’s no hope of reassembling it.

  3. Sonya August 31, 2021 / 11:03 pm

    Whoa. That’s scary! 😦

  4. Ellen Tallabas September 2, 2021 / 12:16 am

    It is scary. Glad he can’t find you. But it’s so sad he’s so sick. Mental illness is exhausting. What a schizophrenic brain has to remember all the time to survive…. Lord have mercy. If I did not know schizophrenic people I would think the guy was just a moron. Poor thing. Sorry you have to deal with this Meaghan. ❤️

  5. Leslie September 8, 2021 / 5:54 pm

    It’s so nice to see the crazies taking advantage of technology.

    I used to work for a newspaper, and we had an 800 number that high school/community college coaches used to call in score/stats for games. I worked in the sports department, and my (first) job there was to answer that line, take the stats and write up blurbs about each game.

    Sorry for the long lede, but … I also worked Sundays and we’d get stragglers calling in Saturday night games, so if the phone rang on Sundays I still answered. We went through a period where – I don’t know if the guy thought he had reached a numbers station or what, but for about two years, every Sunday, he’d call and just recite numbers. Anywhere from five to 60 seconds of numbers, then hang up. We usually started around 1500 on Sundays, and he’d call between 1500-1800, rarely missing a Sunday

    It was so bizarre. I actually would usually just listen to him. The number traced to Green River, WY (IIRC – this was a LOOONG time ago, kids. Almost a whole other life ago. Granny Leslie be OLD!) which was only 250 miles away, but I never felt threatened.

    Then, one day, it just stopped. I worked there from 1990-2003, and this was between 1992-1994.

    And we never heard from him again. I still wonder sometimes what happened to him…

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