The Day My Predator Came for My Story

When I say he is my predator, I don’t mean in the way most people first think. I mean that he hunted me — targeted the very core of who I am. He invaded my life without consent, tore through the most intimate corners of my work, and left me struggling to breathe under the weight of lies, manipulation, and public humiliation.

I originally entitled this article The Day My Rapist* Came for My Story*. My intent in using that word was to express the deep violation I felt — but once it was pointed out to me that it could be hurtful or triggering for rape victims, I knew I needed to change the language immediately. As someone committed to advocating for survivors, the last thing I would ever want to do is cause pain to those I fight to support. I sincerely apologize to anyone who was hurt by that choice of words. This version reflects that change, and my determination to still tell the truth without causing harm.

He calls himself a true crime podcaster, but make no mistake — he’s a tabloid podcaster. Nothing he shares is rooted in truth, and when there are scraps of fact, they’re so twisted and distorted it’s disgusting. Why do you think he repeatedly tries to cover himself by saying something is “alleged” or that he “can’t prove it’s true”? It’s not a legal safeguard — it’s a neon sign of his own dishonesty, and soon he’ll find out in a court of law that it won’t protect him.

The people he gives a platform to are as shady as he is — and he knows it. But he won’t talk about their questionable credibility or their own tangled motives. That’s off-limits, because it would mean admitting that the company he keeps reflects exactly who he is.

I am a survivor in every sense of the word. I’ve survived abuse, betrayal, and the kind of darkness that changes a person forever. My writing, my investigative work, my advocacy — they were born from those ashes. They were the one part of my life that was wholly mine. And then, like a predator sensing vulnerability, he came.

It started quietly, almost imperceptibly — a skewed comment here, a half-truth there. But it grew. The whispers became attacks. The attacks became a campaign. Every time he spoke my name into a microphone, every time he let another opportunist use his platform to smear me, it was another strike. Another violation.

And social media — the feeding ground of modern predators — amplified it. Strangers I’d never met became his foot soldiers, echoing his lies, piling on insults, sending me death threats. They mocked my work. They mocked my life. They reveled in the spectacle of my pain.

That’s what it feels like to be prey in this kind of hunt. Your boundaries shattered. Your safety stripped away. Your identity broken down until it becomes a caricature of his making. He turned my advocacy into a weapon against me — and in doing so, he revealed exactly who he is.

He calls it journalism. I call it exploitation. He is a predator. And predators thrive on silence.

But I will not be silent. I will not let his noise drown out my voice. I have rebuilt myself from worse than him, and I will rebuild again. One day his name will be forgotten, his microphone will be silent, and his audience will have moved on. But my truth will remain.

And to anyone who has been hunted — in body, in spirit, in story — know this: They can chase you. They can claw at what you’ve built. But they cannot own you.

Your story is still yours. And you can tell it louder than they ever could.

So let me be perfectly clear: my predator — this self-proclaimed “true crime podcaster” who is nothing more than a tabloid profiteer peddling lies and twisting facts into grotesque caricatures of the truth — has had his run. He hides behind the word “alleged” as if it’s a magic shield, but in a court of law, that shield will shatter. He surrounds himself with shady, uncredible people just like him, pretending they’re sources, when in reality they’re co-conspirators in defamation. He won’t talk about their skeletons, only his targets. And soon, his day of reckoning will come. My predator will become the hunted. I hope he’s retained the best attorney money can buy — because he’s going to need one.