Might Get Sued

But probably not.

At the time of the above text message, back in February, that blog in question had just under 30 views. While typing this, because I shared this bull shit story with a hand full of people and reread it again myself a few times, it now has thirty-one views! *gasps* Yup 31 views in 5 months. And one of those 31 viewers are apparently going to rob and kill my grandparents.

So why write about this now? Why bring attention to things? Won't that only agitate the situation? Should I stop talking about my rapist, just because it agitates you emotions? Should we stop talking about the things that we hope and wish to change, just because it makes you uncomfortable?

My family can't hurt me anymore, though they desperately try. I haven't seen/spoken to my mother in over two years save it via a car pass by last summer coming home from my therapy appointment with CASA, after being raped last April. We were stopped at a traffic light, and had I not opened my door and waved, she wouldn't have seen me at all.

Exposing truth is far more important to me now. Sharing truth about my life and the things that have happen to me are important. Don't worry, I don't mind sharing all the intimate details of my life, even the ones that make me look bad. Full typos, anger, rude remarks and all. As long as it shares the truth and tells my story, I'm here for it.

When you care so little about your own life and being alive, other people just can't use or manipulate you anymore. I know people think I'm often joking because I so easily talk about suicide and death, but it just reminds me how many people don't take me seriously. They don't believe me how I really feel. People still think I act like this for attention. Perhaps after 15+ years of this, it may just be a symptoms of chronic mental illness. ORRRRR maybe just who I am. Ultimately, if you have a problem with me, direct your concerns with me personally. Don't go through my blog editor. If you wish to help me die, because I am too big of a pussy to go through with it successfully myself, door is open, inbox is open too. Lets do it! I promise no one will suspect it was anything other than a suicide. It's me. Here is where you can reach me if you'd like to help kill me (yes I will pay you) or have any concerns with anything, but leave my editor alone.

Kirsten Danielle Rhodes

15946 Hosta Drive

Hagerstown MD, 21740

240-500-6636 (cell)

ldschick15@yahoo.com

Not joking folks! Help a gal out! Lets see which of my readers or the big bad internet will take me up on my offer. Certainly ONE of them want to rob and kill my grandparents, they'd take an even easier bait from someone who posts personal information and actually offers them money to do it. I'm not kidding, that is my real name, address, number, and email.

So when your family, who apparently reads my blogs, stalk my public social medias and doesn't like what they see, they decided to message my editor. My editor is also a family member. Someone I don't usually communicate outside of discussing my blog that they edit. All this effort to ask me to take things down. Apparently my photos combined with my words sharing my memories growing up put my sick and dying grandparents at risk. *rolls eyes* My editor didn't voice their concern with the blog when they first read/edited it? Not that it would have made a difference, I post what I want.

My blogs are available to anyone who wants to view them, and I share them to my two social medias as well as shared individual links to family and friends. But seriously? It's one of my least viewed blogs. Talking about memories growing up at my grandparents. None of my blogs have never been viral anyways.... And I didn't provide any doxing information. Certainly, nothing like I provided here, for myself. I didn't do anything wrong, so if you want to read the blog in question. Here you go, it's called Dirt Road. Have at it!

I don't think threats, empty or not, is how you should regularly communicate with people. (if you think my suicide conversation above was a threat, you're wrong, I desire that daily. I'm excited for anyone who will take me up on my offer.) Let alone going through someone else for the communicating of said threats. My blood relatives knows how to reach me. There is a cute little messaging feature here on my blogs for reader interaction. It's really easy.

"Hon...." sue me. What do I have to loose? Seriously. I'm at the lowest of lows and my life isn't getting any better. What will the courts do that is worse than money? Are you talking about jail time? For my blog? lol Jail time is some how worse then being in debt? Jail time always has a limit. How is jail worse than dying?

Feel free to read this blog about laws on "doxxing" or "sharing private information". But do your own research, laws vary by state.

There are reasons my editor and I stick to singular conversation topics. And for my blood relatives who have figured out who my editor is now, congrats! I'm sending this blog to them as well. They can choose to edit or not. Stop having them do your dirty work, they don't like it. (screen shot below) Contact me directly, phone, email, here on my blog, by post. Plenty of ways to get in direct communication with me.

My family doesn't own me anymore. And nothing they say to me is free from public viewing. (Minus their own personal traumatic experiences.)

That's the way it should be when you expose abusers. This post exposes abusers and their perpetual behavior.