Well,this is a brilliant way to wake up to your 49th birthday.
My post on this thread 03 April 2013 17.21
IT WAS NOT ME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! X 49
Someone,or group of people.The bullies,the nasty people.The same individuals who make PWP's lives hell.Why?,because people like myself have individual views and won,t conform and kiss the feet of those who think they are"high and mighty".
I have been persecuted so many times on this forum and was kicked off another forum by a CLIQUE,using similar underhand tactics as the post above.
Somebody masquerading as myself(Titan),posted the above posting on the 3rd of April to discredit me or make me appear schizophrenic.
I am not sure how they have managed to do this?
I am hoping the forum can tell me.
Have they been able to recall my password etc via PD uk using my E-mail address?I am hoping the moderators on here can answer this for me.
I did not send the above post on the 03 April 2013 17.21.I was actually wrapping up a telephone conversation,then walking the 40 minutes it takes to meet my Wife from work at this exact time.
Whoever has done this(and I have an ideas who).Is the same paranoid person who is a member of a particular group of nasty pd people,wrapped up deeply in their own delusional,paranoid,insipid little cocoon on another sight.
Bring it on,I have hardly been coming on her of late anyway.This sort of persecution I constantly receive demonstrates why.
I have written a couple of long opinions on the DA thread topics lately.These cannot be argued against or pulled apart.Why?,because they are common sense,the truth,and real.They sum things up in a nutshell.This annoys certain people,so they quietly simmer in their angry juices on here,whilst exploding in their own private paranoia.I knew the use of the alter ego(Stellar)would bring somebody crawling out of the woodwork,from under their stone.Here we have it.
This is their way of payback,to try and make me look stupid,discredit me,abuse me.I did not expect this to happen on PD uk,I thought I was safe here.
It seems there is no safe haven any more
Except for the fake and the corrupt
So,to whoever did this(I know who you are)
Why are you jealous of me????????
Titan /Stellar(ha ha)
What a state! Switch on to read a few poems and I find another 'to do'.
Titan - I am with you in shock! Turnip,Bogman,Mike 500, Blue Angel, Elle Mac, Angel4u, Boyo, Christo, BJS, MODERATORS - what do you make of it?
I've removed the post you refer to.
You asked if it's possible that someone could recall your current password from the forum. The answer is no - you can only request a new password be emailed out to you.
Also as you have logged into the site today with your regular password this would confirm that no new password has been requested.
If you do have concerns that your email account has been accessed you would need to contact your email provider.
As a general rule it's important that when you choose a password to use on a website, you don't use anything which is easily guessed eg 'password'. Including a combination of numbers and letters with a password is a good idea.
I'll send you an email about this too.
Best wishes (and happy birthday) Liz
Hi Titan, first can I wish you a Happy 49th birthday, don't let this spoil your day.like Lin I I don't know what to make of it.
Thanks for the response to the above problem I have encountered.The thing is,by removing the whole post on 03 April 2013 17.21,but leaving"post removed"there.It now looks like I have said something nasty to Blue Angel and Mike 700.When it was somebody else,not me.I don't even know what the parts were that were originally deleted at first.It would be helpful if you could enlighten me on this via E-mail.Can it not be verified whether an alternative computer source was used.I really don't want to change my password,I have used it for so long.How can somebody use a different computer using my details and pretend to be me,and not be traced.This seems ridiculous.
It also makes it sound/look like I have a split personality,in your reply to my predicament.
My E-mail account and password on this forum bear no relation.
I have called the helpline 5 times today to discuss this matter,amidst a very busy day.I could not get through because there was nobody available to talk to.The lines were busy.
Is this just a single assault on me by this jealous/sad person/persons.Or is everybody on here in jeopardy.
I have mailed this to you as well as posting here.This is a ludicrous situation.I can,t believe it cannot be rectified or investigation further,and in depth from pd uk's side.
All the best
[This post has been edited. Ezinda 6 April 9:49 AM]
Sounds like some nasty little troll at work Titan. We should all be on our guard. It's surprising what people can discover about you, given the right clues.
I agree absolutely Christo.
I have advocated security be tighter on here to no avail.
If only members were allowed to post it would help security as you would have the card details of everyone and non members could still read the forum.
Maybe its an error at the back end of the system.
I dont agree with the removal of any post either, we are all adults here, obscenities can be struck out but the gist of the post should remain.
If someone has hacked into a members account this is a very serious matter on any forum. In my view worse on here as PWP are more vulnerable.
The authorities must be informed and appropriate action taken.
Sorry the above doesnt rhyme.
For the avoidance of doubt that's Leyther spelt with an "L"
Thanks for your message. We are confirming that we have edited a portion of you message above written 05 Apr 2013 21:21.
Just to clarify, there was no moderation of the post on 3 April.
We understand your concerns - that the way it stands now makes it look as if one of your posts was removed. So as you've asked, we are removing that post entirely.
The only way that someone could log into the site with your details would be if they had guessed your password. If reviewing the situation, you think this is the case, the only course would really be to change it.
We don't store passwords here, and not even the admin of this site have the ability to post using your name so it is really unlikely that your account was hacked otherwise. There is no reason for others to be worried about the security of this site.
Sorry to hear that you called the helpline so many times but were unable to get through. The vast majority of calls are answered the first time and if you leave a message, they tend to call back quickly.
The helpline is open today from 10 to 2 so, please do try again.
To address some of your concerns:
We removed the post at the request of a forum member who said that it was written in his name without his permission. It was not a matter of obscenities.
My message to Titan above addresses the issue of hacking. There is no evidence that this site is unsafe for members.
Only members of the forum are allowed to post. Again, we would not insist that only members of Parkinson's UK can use the forum. If there are other specific security measures that you feel are not in place and are needed, please write to us and let us know.
I hope this helps,
I know this is not a poem,just a bunch a words.A bunch of words attempting to explain what I myself cannot.Apart from in the subliminal,this is slightly less so,but only just.At a loss as to where to post it and considering the meaning behind what I am trying to say.The problematic cause and realisation of which originated on the April poem thread.It seems only just to unravel what is hard for me to comprehend here.As no recollection,yet circumstance and evidence beyond contradiction leave me at a loss,apart from to accept through disbelieving eyes that the"It wasn't me","Must have been me".All other explanations exhausted.Computer history tells no lie.The therapy has been on-going for a long time,stretching back beyond PD diagnosis,now upped a notch once more.How much is the prior me,the other me,the pd me,the meds me,the anything else that's in-between,I really don't know.Other poems and thoughts concerning remain not posted.It is so hard to realise or admit,that you don't even know yourself.
With complete and utter embarrassment and sadness
Loose connections,internet-tions,revealing imperfections
Today,as I sit here thinking,churning,remonstrating,rationalising.Struggling to sort out the clutter in a secret hoarding mind.A brain,a personality,a being.Etched deeply,carved meticulously,worn impermiably smooth with the personal ravages of time,experience and the everyday plodding,aching hardship of life itself.The continuous Tumble dying turning of existence experienced by us all.Seemingly grates incessantly as nails on a Blackboard,a stiff bristled yard brush against rough stone.Or merely an inoffensive ball of cotton wool,rolled between the weakening fingers.Aging,with set clenched jaw or irritation through gritted teeth.Echoing like a thundering cascading waterfall through the cerebral labyrinth of the soul.Reaching,then relaying,then replaying in the continuous loop of living death.
We each have our own personal emotional stereo,frequency,honed in to our own particular station,channel,or preference.Partly through choice,mainly through necessity,but mostly through the unmerciful,unbending will of fate,nurture and development.Each of us starting as a perfect blank page of innocence.Screaming our first breaths into the cold,harsh world of reality.Perhaps knowing then without realising just how cruel in varying degrees the world,people,parents,or simply life itself can be.
A key held tightly in the hand and close to the heart.Ready to unlock or release each imprisoned,hidden,repressed detail of that which we are,have,or shall ever be.How complex is the depth of pain or love.How can this be balanced,judged,recognised,realised,compared,or most importantly understood by that of another.
Nobody can experience fully the true clarity or turmoil in recall of the heart and mind of another.They can only guess,through subliminal glimpses,whether by mistake or by design.When the door creaks ajar,opening by degrees built on trust.Maybe by the trembling fingers fumbling in frustration or temptation in revealing things kept known or unknown.Hidden till that day of revelation or collapse.When that dusty vault via that rusty key,guided by another trusted hand on yours,catches glimpses,captures images,the true self behind that other they wished,yet maybe now regret,reflecting on what they may have seen.
We all have skeletons in our closets,each scary through the eyes to the minds,individual in pent up fears and bed soaked nightmares.How can these things be kept completely under control.Just as a Dog can slip its lead,a Magician reveal a trick,an accidental tragedy.Luck,fate,circumstance leaves us all open to the whims of hope,loss,dreams,time and life.The harmony and disharmony of which in its never ending forms,leads a person down his/her own individual path of life/deaths construction or destruction.Until the time we leave,or perhaps make"Dummy runs"searching for the light,in revelation,or maybe answers that just can't be found.
Herbal inducement to the realms of releasing calming realisation.Creates another plane of sanity or perhaps fills the gap where no answers dwell for ever,stretched throughout eternity.To pump the blood in an exercised/exorcised obsession,to pour fresh life into a body drained of hope.To then twist the scenario,to oppose,to sedate the high to low.Or fill the lungs to blow-back in distortion,to switch the low to high.Which seems to calm enough to then again dwell in constant doll-drums.To languish in extremes with in-betweens,defies all intervention.Beyond all intention,reality or invention.Not knowing who we really are,do any of us really know.
Nobody is perfect,with our own afflictions,imperfections and misdemeanors,continuously and relentlessly added.Until one day we perhaps arrive at a destination,a haven considered safe enough to rest.Slowly dropping guard whilst building new defences.Where shared history,feelings,or when that moment in itself makes you confident or brave enough to reveal through that connection,things you never have before.Maybe thinking this is it.I have given all I have to give with this final insult"the icing on the cake".These likewise people must surely feel the same?
Life though is not like that.Simplicity is not something freely lavished in this world.People are connected,but the threads are tenuous,can be so easily broken.Connections follow many threads or paths.Each one not necessarily moving on to or merging harmoniously with each other.Until one day in revelation you may find yourself in a spiders web of sticky threads of your own construction.In addition,the intersecting threads of those you meet,both reinforce,yet weaken in building a maze so complicated,the unravelling may never be accomplished.Until,left hanging there,suspended as the spider on its emotional,wary guard.Or a victim,prey to those of mixed designs,with each their own sticky path to follow.You then end up writing passages of waffle to all but yourself.Trying to explain the unexplainable and to justify the unjustifiable.When at the end of the day,it all means little or maybe nothing to anybody but yourself.Released frustration.Wrapped up in a personal cocoon of confusion,illusion and delusion.All of which only yourself can answer,come to terms with.To throw away the key or understand that some things should be filed in separate drawers.Therein perhaps,the answer sits waiting.
Yet,the answer is not so easily found with so many doors now left ajar,revealing corridors to the past.Suspension in Limbo of the present in a Parkinsons trapped body containing too much hurt.Which maybe should not be revealed here,yet seems relevant.As the final seal which either Dams or opens flood gates of emotions.Being such an integral,long term part of a person,it partly and insidiously controls the fabric of each today and the persistent rainfall of sorrow.The resulting flood reveals the drowning.
Titan ,I find your words so moving,and I always look forward to reading your posts Take care Angel4ux