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today marks 5th month without being harassed by the crazy woman

you,know… im sitting on the lawn again today, in Biddeford, Maine, in my wheelchair, and yet again, it is a day with no Tod Murphy woman attacking… its now 5 months since her last attack.

 ever since the big police raid on our building in April, which has left an abandoned empty apartment unit in our building, for now 4 months, that crazy blond woman who was yelling at me about some guy named Tod Murphy hasn't shown up. 

Not once. im able to go outside and sit on the lawn and in my wheelchair in the driveway and do my novel writing and editing and watercolour painting outside again, like I used to do before she showed up.

She showed up Thanksgiving night 2021, and cut all the cable wires off our building, while chanting the name "Tod Murphy" over and over again. Then every day til May 2023, she viscount and violently attacked, grabbing my cane and kicking me in the back to push me into the road in front of on coming cars, always while saying "Im doing this for Tid Murphy you bitch". 

Twice she dumped me out of my wheelchair and threw it in the river, again while yelling about Tod Murphy. Every time I tried to go outside to walk my dog or get my mail, she'd be on the porch gibbering about Tod Murphy. Endless every single day.

in 2022 her and a bunch of her friend showed up at Portcon and poisoned my pizza by putting raw onions under the cheese a thing I am deadly allergic too nearly killing me and killing my dog Mickie (raw onions are deadly to dogs).

in 2024 she start saying more then just chanting the name Tod Murphy and started accusing me of writing articles about him.

its was the most bizarre thing because outside of her ramblings I've never heard the name Tod Murphy before, so no clue who she is even talking about.

but whatever that big police raid was in April, it somehow effected her, because she hasn't been here since, not her, not the other blond woman frequently with her, not the j b guy (the guy who went to prison for hacking my website and several years of stalking my family) that kept walking circles around the building all day and showing up with her, not the little blond baby/toddler girl that she was dragging around with her (and child protective services really need to find out who she is and get that poor abused child away from her, she was slinging that baby around like a rag doll while doing her Tod Murphy chants), not the Grey French bulldog that she used to bring up into the back yard and put on my wheelchair ramp and tell it to attack my puppy that replaced the dog she killed in 2022… 

…none of them are showing up any more… everything stopped in April day after that huge police raid on our building.

oh my god, you have no idea how good it feels to go outside and sit on the lawn without a psychopath grabbing my cane and beating me up with it, or pushing me in the road in front of cars, or dumping me out of my wheelchair and running off with it… for the first time in SIX YEARS… the Tod Murphy woman's daily attacks went on from Thanksgiving day 2021 until April 2026… 

and there's been not one single attack from the deranged Tod Murphy woman from April 2026 to now August 2026.

I still don't know who she is, who this Tod Murphy she keeps talking about is, or why she was daily harassing me, but this is the first break we've had from her deranged violent gibbering insane harassment in 5 years… I hope I never see her again.




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