I’m going to keep this post clean, even though I’m writing it in anger and fear, and all I want to do is say the crudest words I can think of while punching someone’s face off. The reason I’m not going to be my usual foul-mouthed self, is that I don’t want to alienate any potential readers. Not because I want more, but because this is serious, and people need to know that. For whatever reason, swearing makes a lot of people not read things that I write, so for this one post, I will try to refrain from using expletives. Okay, here goes…
Our oldest got a text last night.
Well, they started yesterday morning, but last night is when the last one was.
She was texting her friend that was with her when the dog attacked her. She was texting from her ipod to her friends ipod via an app called Text Now. These apps, assign you a number that you can use to send and receive texts like a regular phone, but you do it through your wifi. The problem here was that her friend had cancelled her Text Now account and the number had gone to someone else
I had originally thought that this app was awesome, because we could now walk down to the grocery store and if there was any problems they could send us a text. We could be there in five minutes to make sure that T’s finger wasn’t really broken, or to assure them that Blue’s farts weren’t going to kill them. (They will, but it will take years.) We just figured that this was the cat’s pyjamas, but the really great thing was that they could also use it as a phone if there was an emergency. It was a way to start giving them a bit of freedom, but leaving them with a lifeline.
Now I feel sick, and there is nothing I can do about it. Well, that’s not totally true, there are actually several options. What I should have said was that there is nothing I can do legally. What I want to do is go for a drive down to PA and look up Youngman Brown. Then I’d go and talk to some private investigators to see if we could place an address and a name to this number. Then…
“…send me sum pics”
But I’m not going to do any of that. Partly because I’m not allowed, but mostly because I made the mistake of phoning and leaving a message for this goof. It started out calm enough, I guess. I said that I knew about the dirty texting to a little girl, and that I was giving the information to the police. What happened next was not in my cue cards. I ended the monologue with something along the lines of “…then I’m going to come to Philadelphia and find you, and f***ing kill you.”
“Send sum nasty ones lol”
I know, not my most creative work, but you didn’t see her tears and the fear in her eyes. You didn’t have to calm her sobs because they were making it so she couldn’t breathe, and because you were afraid her little sister was going to hear and get upset as well. You didn’t have to tell her that this person was far away, and wouldn’t ever find her because he can’t cross the border and her number isn’t a real phone number.
Just like his probably isn’t… but there was voicemail, so maybe.
“Send me one of ur p***y”
For all I know, this place in Philly is just a company like Text Now, and they have no way of knowing who is assigned to what number, or what those people are writing to each other. I think they should know. I think you should have to somehow prove who you are before you are given a phone number. I had to. I had to jump through hoops to get mine.
“I don’t have a cat”
That did it. That’s the statement that made me see red. Some scumbag has just stolen a ten year old girl’s innocence. Up until this point she thinks she’s talking to her girlfriend. She has sent a couple of very innocent photos of herself, and the nasty one was of her in a lifejacket and a bucket hat. You know why? Because she’s ten.
Ten year old girls aren’t supposed to know what kind of sick crap is going on in the world, and they are certainly not supposed to have to deal with it. They are just supposed to play with their friends, start liking boys, and piss their parents off. That’s it. Not one ten year old should know that to an older person “nasty” means sexual, and that some people would exploit them to get those kinds of photos, but they have to know. To protect themselves, if for no other reason.
I think the worst part for me, was having to sit there while her mother explained what this person was doing, and how good she was to immediately tell us when she knew something was wrong. I had to listen to her explain that this person wanted to see a picture of her private area, and that she should never give anyone pictures of herself online. We then had to tell her the dangers of showing people anything on the internet, and in real life, because once you give someone something, you can never get it back.
It was so hard to listen to this when all I wanted to do was hug her as tight as I could and promise her that I would never let anyone hurt her. I wanted to tell her that I would chop someone to pieces if they ever tried to touch her, and I would gladly go to jail if it meant that she would never have that kind of pain.
I didn’t tell her these things. I didn’t tell her that I would die protecting her if I had to. I would do it, but I didn’t tell her that. I guess the reason is that she is going to have to deal with a lot of twisted crap in her life, and although I want to shield her from everything that is evil, I can’t. I can’t, and I shouldn’t promise something that I can’t deliver. Instead, I asked the officer to explain to her that this person was in another country, and wasn’t going to be able to cross the border, even if they did know who it was. I think it helps to have someone whose job it is to protect us, tell a child that things are okay.
The officer I spoke with about this has assured me that she will do whatever she can, but that so many of these people can’t be found, and if they are, you can’t prove it was them that actually sent the text. I guess that’s the problem these days; we have all of this wonderful technology to help us along, but it is also a bane on society in that it allows way too much anonymity among us. Nobody needs to be held accountable for their actions, because no one will find out it’s them.
Well, I know it’s you, pervert, and I’m going to text you every day until you respond or you give up that number.