The Endless Schemes of My Sex Trafficker’s Abuse ‘Network’ — Part Three
This series goes deeply into the realities of sex trafficking and exploitation, shedding light on the manipulative tactics and control mechanisms employed by traffickers and exploiters.
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In 2015, my life came under threat as the GamerGate movement gained momentum beyond its initial confines.
Like Zoë Quinn and other women in the gaming industry, I endured similar mistreatment. Despite this, I made a conscious effort to remain out of the public eye and opted for a more investigative approach.
Managing the mental, emotional, spiritual, and financial repercussions of my GamerGate ordeal eventually led to an experience where I felt compelled to be a forced ‘sexual slave’ for men devoid of empathy and largely driven by narcissistic tendencies.
My husband attempted to report the ongoing issues, such as the blackmail originating from various sources, both online and offline. The prevalence of such blackmail, which is highly abnormal but unfortunately frequent in trafficking scenarios, went unaddressed.
I was not only met with a lack of assistance but also faced active obstruction in gathering vital evidence for my case from the people who are supposed to assist.
Every gap in the system seemed to swallow me whole, and despite my ongoing efforts to address the persistent abuse within their network, it's disheartening to see that authorities have made minimal changes in their approach to handling these critical issues.
The mental and emotional trauma I endured revealed a harrowing cycle of abuse orchestrated by two individuals: my sex trafficker, Matthew, hailing from the Toronto area, and a supposed ‘friend’ named Jon from Missouri.
While there were additional perpetrators, only these two were privy to my true identity, as I genuinely believed they were my friends, a misconception that was later shattered upon discovering their true intentions, which I’ll cover later.
Both individuals exploited me for their own gain, using information they knew about me as a weapon.
Both of them and their network aggressively embraced the false narrative of “cheating” and purportedly persuaded some of my clients, a few gaming friends, and even my mother via proxy to join their twisted mission to wreak havoc, demonstrate that they could still get to me even when I blocked them, and subject me to what professionals described as specific types of abuse and gaslighting, resulting in symptoms similar to, but not actual, schizophrenia.
Although it’s not technically schizophrenia, the symptoms victims like myself experience are quite similar due to the tactics employed to disrupt normal mental functioning, with the intention of gaining a sexual advantage in my life.
However, once you’re able to distance yourself from the psychological abuse, the brain tends to gradually revert to its baseline state, albeit more traumatized. As I withdrew from interacting with specific individuals who were later discovered to be part of these harmful cults, I began to improve.
It was a process of trial and error, but over time, we managed to gather more and more information about the tactics they were using to manipulate me.
Both individuals were aware of my marital status and my only once explored polyamorous lifestyle, yet they were willing to denounce me simply for considering a natural human response that occurs before our logical mind, insinuating that any reaction indicated a willingness to “monkey branch” to another man. It was hard to believe what I was going through, but it was all too real.
The reality, however, is that the tactics they were using actually cause an addiction to a person which triggers the same response as a cocaine or meth addiction.
I was shocked to discover they were teaching these techniques to men as “attraction” methods.
It’s essentially B. F. Skinner’s work being used in the world of dating—casual operant conditioning, intermittent reinforcement, and other alarming “strategies”—without highlighting the potential harm.
While they may be called “trolls” on the internet, they are far from deserving such a lighthearted label, as several professionals have classified their behavior as legitimate long-term psychological torture.
I will discuss the specifics to aid readers in understanding the complexities of why the “dating” scene is genuinely deteriorating due to the influences of the Manosphere and other personality cults online, as well as through predatory seminars taught by individuals similar to Daryush “Roosh” Valizadeh.
Their actions have not only caused substantial damage to my life, career, finances, and family, but they have also allegedly led to brain lesions and a fracturing of my mind to such an extent that I even ‘forgot’ who I was, ‘forgot’ how to protect myself, and ‘forgot’ many of the skills that had previously won me numerous rare awards before their torment began.
The chronic dissociation they were intentionally causing was destroying my life, and it was entertaining to them.
This is what brought them joy, happiness, and other emotions typically reserved for things like going to Disneyland, visiting our best friends, or just enjoying a good book while snuggled up with our favorite blanket and perfectly-temperatured tea.
(For the record, please refrain from using my scans. They are for viewing purposes only. If you find them fascinating and wish to share, kindly share the link instead for the safety of myself and my family.)
These are 3D images of my brain from a SPECT scan in my “resting” state after years of therapy, neurofeedback, and other interventions aimed at addressing the “seduction” strategies they employed on me without any regard for a relationship, consent, training, my career, or my safety and well-being.
SPECT scans are used to assess the organ’s functionality. As you can see, there is significant illumination, but a majority of the red, especially the white areas, indicate over-activity that should not be present.
And it most certainly is not “resting.”
The fact that they continue to offer any form of “coaching” and aren’t legally barred from certain positions, as say accountants who get caught in a Ponzi scheme are removed from handling money, and aren’t held entirely financially responsible for the harm they’ve caused to women reveals just how poorly we, as a society, treat victims who, at worst, simply placed their trust in a predator who manipulated them into believing he felt anything remotely close to empathy or love.
These “friends” and loved ones of mine stubbornly rejected the real truth for years, and no amount of explanation or evidence that was being withheld from the public narrative was altering the alternative version they wanted to cling to and force the public to believe.
This led my husband and me to sever ties with that entire toxic situation, because despite our efforts of compassion, socializing, and attempting to help them understand in private, as the Bible taught us, it was of no avail. We never engaged in this nonsense to begin with, yet certain individuals would not cease their attempts to ‘recruit’ us into their idiotic and obvious sex cult.
This happened before we discovered the emergence of harmful cults associated with the Manosphere, the NXIVM shutdown, and potential ties to Red Pill as a front group.
Then we found out we were right about all of it all along. Following the advice of my professional contacts regarding even the smallest changes to my online details, my husband and I became aware of what was happening.
We could only watch in horror as several people in my life exploited my Autism and lack of external expressions, believing that I was ‘too stupid’ to understand. In reality, it was simply our lack of understanding of how vile these sexual predators and sex cults really were.
It became particularly evident after Jon ambushed me at my home, not just once but twice, despite knowing about the terrible online and offline abuse I was experiencing and my efforts to support my sister through a difficult situation while also trying to maintain my mental well-being.
The first time, he attempted to coerce a false confession of “cheating” by blocking my exit in the living room. I was left with the choice of either jumping over the couch or finding another way out, like through a window.
The second time, he outright ‘exposed’ me to my husband and child, in my own home, using the ‘cheating’ narrative, despite having known me for over five years at that point.
This happened after he asked to visit under the pretense of playing board games and hanging out.
I’m sure he could feel the intensity of my gaze boring into him. I felt my emotions shutting off, and I had to mentally disconnect to prevent myself from lashing out, like a famished lioness ready to pounce after days without food.
Right then he was dead to me.
I wanted to throw up.
Over the span of 8 years, I grappled with the extreme radicalization and unyielding obsession to destroy me, all originating from predators posing as “coaches” online.
Despite the circumstances, I was always portrayed as the antagonist, even if it meant they had to fabricate or manipulate evidence to fit their narrative.
And then the mental breakdowns started all over again because no matter what I did, they were determined to force this alternative narrative on everyone to use me as Manosphere online clout and to elevate the idea that women deserved this torture because we’re all secretly “hypergamous” cheaters.