I’ve received some interesting emails ever since setting up camp here on WordPress. A lot of questions and comments about my blog. Totally fair. So I’ve taken the liberty of answering some of the common questions I have been receiving:
“I can’t decide if you’re brave or stupid. Why would you share your identity online on a blog if you’re in witness protection? Doesn’t that defeat the purpose?”
Well thanks, haha, hopefully my pursuers think I’m stupid and give up! Actually, the point of this blog was to stop secrecy surrounding men and women who undergo this process and make it known in the world that it’s real, happening, and needs support. The more people are prepared for it, the better they can protect their siblings, children, coworkers, neighbours, etc… It’s not the victim’s fault, it’s the predators fault. I refuse to be victimized. I have been shot, stabbed, throttled, and drowned, declared a war veteran with formal service record from the federal government for my services to protect and fulfill my legal obligation to report and act accordingly. I am in no way prepared to give up. Also, when you have been doing this as long as I have, you learn how to do simple things like reroute your IP, or give the illusion you are living in one town when really you are living in another. Everything roughly parallels, it’s similar, but off just enough to keep anyone with malicious intent guessing. In addition I would like to add that I am not in witness protection, I am in, and have worked for over a decade in Protective Services, and that’s different because it’s NGO partnered with local cooperation, not the other, or necessarily state. The rules of the game change when in PSP.
“I love love love your blog OMG! But arent you worried someone’s gonna find you?”
Thanks :) and yes, sometimes I worry someone will find me. Oddly, enough time has gone by it has less to do with someone dangerous finding me, and more about the game it has become. I strongly dislike the moving nature of my work. Moving from city to city to work a week here, or a few days there, all to evacuate someone, train someone, or get stuff done. It was fun at first, but it begins to wear on you. You have no name, no home, no history. It’s time to settle down, and more recently, I have been exploring that option.
“So you are in and work in the protection services program? How does that work?”
I went into hiding when I was a teenager, and was enrolled in a PSP soon after. I had a knack for languages, and began working as a translator for the same agency because I had nowhere else to go. Soon after, I began managing drop-in support programs. During this time I was taking advanced HHC classes and survival courses. I eventually became a trainer for this. I worked with mercenary teams and got conscripted out- don’t let anyone tell you that conscription doesn’t exist in first world countries. I tried to get mainstream employment in social services after as a Social Worker where I got my education, but I never really fit in until I got my first gig working in sex crimes and human trafficking. My love however, has always been escape and evasion. It’s all I know, it’s all I do, and do it oh so well. I couldn’t stay away from anything associating military, mercenary teams, combatant groups, and the like. Eventually I returned to work full time in this field. It’s trying, rough, gritty, and more often than not disturbing, but it’s something that I just can’t get away from.
If you have questions, feel free to post a comment and I will do my best to answer.