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This page is dedicated to the children that suffered & survived sexual abuse. Tell somebody is a step to healing. Disclaimer: We don’t own any content posted.

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@TellSomebody911

24 days ago

You can run but you can’t hide @NBA this is going to sting 🐝

JeremyGiggy

@JeremyGiggy

24 days ago

🚨 NEW PROJECT ANNOUNCEMENT 🚨 If the WNBA isn’t going to publicly grade officiating performance, I’ll do what I know how to do… Track the data. I’ve spent days building a game-by-game officiating database covering every Caitlin Clark WNBA game. Every official receives an objective report card based on verified game data—not opinions. Some of the first numbers that jumped off the page: 👨‍⚖️ Tim Greene 📉 Fever are 1–6 🏀 Clark: 5.14 FTAs/game 🚨 Clark: 3.43 fouls/game 👨‍⚖️ Gina Cross 📉 Clark averages just 1.75 FTAs/game 👨‍⚖️ Roy Gulbeyan 📈 Clark averages 7.25 FTAs/game 🚨 Crew member on multiple Clark discipline games, including a Flagrant 1 and a technical-foul game. 👨‍⚖️ Isaac Barnett 🟨 Directly assessed multiple technical fouls to Clark across the database and appears on several technical-foul crews. Do these numbers prove bias? No. Do they raise questions worth examining? Absolutely. This project will track: ✅ Win-loss record by official ✅ Free throws ✅ Personal fouls ✅ Technical fouls ✅ Flagrants ✅ Crew assignments ✅ Replay reviews ✅ Appeals ✅ And much more… No narratives. No cherry-picking. No outrage for clicks from me - just presenting YOU with data and you can choose the narratives. The report cards are just getting started. #WNBA #CaitlinClark #IndianaFever #Basketball #SportsAnalytics #Data #WNBAOfficiating @WNBA @IndianaFever @1010wcsi

JeremyGiggy's tweet photo. 🚨 NEW PROJECT ANNOUNCEMENT 🚨

If the WNBA isn’t going to publicly grade officiating performance, I’ll do what I know how to do…

Track the data.

I’ve spent days building a game-by-game officiating database covering every Caitlin Clark WNBA game. Every official receives an objective report card based on verified game data—not opinions.

Some of the first numbers that jumped off the page:

👨‍⚖️ Tim Greene
📉 Fever are 1–6
🏀 Clark: 5.14 FTAs/game
🚨 Clark: 3.43 fouls/game

👨‍⚖️ Gina Cross
📉 Clark averages just 1.75 FTAs/game

👨‍⚖️ Roy Gulbeyan
📈 Clark averages 7.25 FTAs/game
🚨 Crew member on multiple Clark discipline games, including a Flagrant 1 and a technical-foul game.

👨‍⚖️ Isaac Barnett
🟨 Directly assessed multiple technical fouls to Clark across the database and appears on several technical-foul crews.

Do these numbers prove bias?

No.

Do they raise questions worth examining?

Absolutely.

This project will track:
✅ Win-loss record by official
✅ Free throws
✅ Personal fouls
✅ Technical fouls
✅ Flagrants
✅ Crew assignments
✅ Replay reviews
✅ Appeals
✅ And much more…

No narratives. No cherry-picking. No outrage for clicks from me - just presenting YOU with data and you can choose the narratives.

The report cards are just getting started.

#WNBA #CaitlinClark #IndianaFever #Basketball #SportsAnalytics #Data #WNBAOfficiating @WNBA @IndianaFever @1010wcsi

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@TellSomebody911

24 days ago

Stories from the broken: The man who harmed me, is set to be released from prison this August! And as that date gets closer… Everything I pushed down, is coming back. When I was 18 months old, my parents separated. Not long after, my mother married a man who was supposed to become my stepfather. Instead, he became the man who abused me for 8 years. From the age of 2 until I was 10, I was harmed repeatedly in my own home. The place that should have protected me, was the place I wasn’t safe. He took every opportunity to abuse me when my mom wasn’t home, when my brother wasn’t around, and when I was alone. He watched me shower. He isolated me during errands. Even medical visits weren’t safe, because he often took me himself. I was born with a medical condition that caused frequent UTIs, even after surgery. So no one ever realized what was truly happening to me. From the outside, everything looked perfect. A big home, land, toys, stability. My mother even ran a Girl Scout troop out of our house. People saw a life that looked ideal. They didn’t see the truth behind the walls. I also spent time at my biological father’s house. It wasn’t stable either—alcohol, parties, chaos, adults living their lives while children tried to exist around it. But even in that chaos, it felt safer than home. When I was 10, something inside me finally broke. After a weekend visit with my dad, the drive home felt different. I couldn’t carry it anymore. When I got home, I told my mom “Steve has been hurting me!” She told me to stay in my room and lock the door, while she confronted him. I was terrified. For years, he threatened if I ever told, he would hurt my family. My mom’s husband locked himself in the master bedroom. We heard the gun safe open. I truly believed everything was about to end. He came out with his firearm in a bag, walked out of the house, got in his truck, and left. The police arrived immediately. The house filled with officers, and my father came rushing back in a complete rage, after my mom informed him. I was taken to the station for questioning, and a medical exam. And then he disappeared! Years later, detectives came to our door and told us they found him in Iowa, and brought him back. The case was reopened. As the investigation expanded, other victims came forward, including two of his relatives who had lived with us briefly. The case became larger than just mine. At 16, I testified in court alongside them. He was convicted and sentenced to 15 years in prison, and lifetime probation. Now, after all these years, he is scheduled to be released this August. It’s heavy. It’s unsettling. But it does not define me. Because I am not that little girl anymore! I am a mother now. I have built a life from what I survived. I see the world differently now. My mother believed me immediately, and rebuilt our lives from nothing after that night. I survived something that was meant to break me. And if there is anything I hope someone takes from my story, it’s: You are not responsible for what happened to you. Speaking up is terrifying, but silence protects the wrong person. I didn’t just survive it, I took my life back. Because “Survivors are not defined by what they endured, but by the strength it took to keep going afterwards!” - unknown

TellSomebody911's tweet photo. Stories from the broken:

The man who harmed me, is set to be released from prison this August! And as that date gets closer… Everything I pushed down, is coming back.
When I was 18 months old, my parents separated. Not long after, my mother married a man who was supposed to become my stepfather. Instead, he became the man who abused me for 8 years. From the age of 2 until I was 10, I was harmed repeatedly in my own home. The place that should have protected me, was the place I wasn’t safe. He took every opportunity to abuse me when my mom wasn’t home, when my brother wasn’t around, and when I was alone. He watched me shower. He isolated me during errands. Even medical visits weren’t safe, because he often took me himself. I was born with a medical condition that caused frequent UTIs, even after surgery. So no one ever realized what was truly happening to me. From the outside, everything looked perfect. A big home, land, toys, stability. My mother even ran a Girl Scout troop out of our house. People saw a life that looked ideal. They didn’t see the truth behind the walls. I also spent time at my biological father’s house. It wasn’t stable either—alcohol, parties, chaos, adults living their lives while children tried to exist around it. But even in that chaos, it felt safer than home. When I was 10, something inside me finally broke. After a weekend visit with my dad, the drive home felt different. I couldn’t carry it anymore. When I got home, I told my mom “Steve has been hurting me!” She told me to stay in my room and lock the door, while she confronted him. I was terrified. For years, he threatened if I ever told, he would hurt my family.
My mom’s husband locked himself in the master bedroom. We heard the gun safe open. I truly believed everything was about to end. He came out with his firearm in a bag, walked out of the house, got in his truck, and left. The police arrived immediately. The house filled with officers, and my father came rushing back in a complete rage, after my mom informed him. I was taken to the station for questioning, and a medical exam. And then he disappeared! Years later, detectives came to our door and told us they found him in Iowa, and brought him back. The case was reopened. As the investigation expanded, other victims came forward, including two of his relatives who had lived with us briefly. The case became larger than just mine. At 16, I testified in court alongside them. He was convicted and sentenced to 15 years in prison, and lifetime probation. Now, after all these years, he is scheduled to be released this August. It’s heavy. It’s unsettling. But it does not define me. Because I am not that little girl anymore! I am a mother now. I have built a life from what I survived. I see the world differently now. My mother believed me immediately, and rebuilt our lives from nothing after that night. I survived something that was meant to break me. And if there is anything I hope someone takes from my story, it’s: You are not responsible for what happened to you. Speaking up is terrifying, but silence protects the wrong person. I didn’t just survive it, I took my life back. Because “Survivors are not defined by what they endured, but by the strength it took to keep going afterwards!” - unknown

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@TellSomebody911

24 days ago

“I’m a survivor of child sexual abuse. My name is Michelle, and I was sexually assaulted by my dad’s friend. It all started when I was really young, around 7 years old. Anytime he had the chance he would abuse me. At times my parents would make him babysit us, thank goodness it wasn’t often. My sister and I shared a room but if she was out at a friend’s house or something, he would wait for my brother to fall asleep, and then he’d sneak in my room to abuse me. One day, my brother got a racetrack for a gift and we set it up to play. My dad went to use the bathroom, and that was the first time my dad’s friend tried to put his P*nis in me. I was so young, and didn’t know what he was doing. I was 9, when I had the courage to write a letter to my parents and give it to my mother. I remember like it was yesterday. I was at school and I told a friend about the abuse, and she told me it wasn’t normal and that I should tell my parents. She was the one who helped me write the letter. I didn’t live far from school so on lunchtime I would go home, and that’s when I gave it to my mom and then I went to eat. My mom read the letter, and told me to go to back to school before my dad gets home, because she knew how he would react. That day my dad beat his A$$!! His friend denied everything for awhile, and then admitted he was guilty. And as always, all he got was a tap on the hand with 8 months in jail, while us victims, we suffer a life time… Even to this day, 23 years later, I suffer!! I see him, and I get panic attacks. I am now 32 years old with 3 boys, and because of him, I can never find the courage to buy my boys a race car track because of the trauma it brings me. I don’t wish this pain on NO ONE❤️”

TellSomebody911's tweet photo. “I’m a survivor of child sexual abuse. My name is Michelle, and I was sexually assaulted by my dad’s friend. It all started when I was really young, around 7 years old. Anytime he had the chance he would abuse me. At times my parents would make him babysit us, thank goodness it wasn’t often. My sister and I shared a room but if she was out at a friend’s house or something, he would wait for my brother to fall asleep, and then he’d sneak in my room to abuse me. One day, my brother got a racetrack for a gift and we set it up to play. My dad went to use the bathroom, and that was the first time my dad’s friend tried to put his P*nis in me. I was so young, and didn’t know what he was doing. I was 9, when I had the courage to write a letter to my parents and give it to my mother. I remember like it was yesterday.

I was at school and I told a friend about the abuse, and she told me it wasn’t normal and that I should tell my parents. She was the one who helped me write the letter. I didn’t live far from school so on lunchtime I would go home, and that’s when I gave it to my mom and then I went to eat. My mom read the letter, and told me to go to back to school before my dad gets home, because she knew how he would react. That day my dad beat his A$$!! His friend denied everything for awhile, and then admitted he was guilty. And as always, all he got was a tap on the hand with 8 months in jail, while us victims, we suffer a life time… Even to this day, 23 years later, I suffer!! I see him, and I get panic attacks. I am now 32 years old with 3 boys, and because of him, I can never find the courage to buy my boys a race car track because of the trauma it brings me. I don’t wish this pain on NO ONE❤️”

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@TellSomebody911

24 days ago

“I was sexually abused by my step uncle. It all started as early as I can remember at my grandmother’s house, where my mother's adult step-brother still lived. He’d offer to take me upstairs to “see the stars from his telescope” in his bedroom. I never wanted to go with him, because I knew what that meant. I was told to listen to authority, so I went. I'd look through the telescope as instructed, and he'd start touching me and continue on with the whole disgusting acts. Needless to say, I can't stand anything to do with astronomy. He’d make me put my mouth on his privates. To this very day at over 50 years old, I still cannot eat a spoonful of peanut butter, because it sticks to the roof of my mouth and sends me spiraling into anxiety. It stems from these incidents throughout my childhood. I endured the sexual trauma for years, and was told to never tell anyone. Fast forward 16 years later, and my sister was born. One morning when I was in college, my mother called me and mentioned that my sister's babysitter canceled. She said she was going to take my sister to my grandmother's house, and that’s the moment I knew I had to tell my mother what happened in my childhood, in order to prevent my sister from being hurt. He still lived there. My mother got quiet, then shared her experience. He'd also sexually abused her when she was younger! When she told me this, my heart sank. Hearing the news that your own mother was well aware of the abuse, yet allowed you to go there time and time again was devastating to me. My own mother never protected me. How could she willingly let her daughter go there? She claimed that he was her age, and thought he was 'acting out' because he simply had a crush on his step-sister. Not because he was a pedophile. While dealing with the trauma of being abused throughout my entire childhood, I've also dealt with the trauma of my own mother choosing to not protect me. I'm 51, and aware of how much its affected my life and how on I’ve had to fight for finding my voice, and feeling worthy. However, I'm not going to let my scars define me. I chose to rise up from being a victim, to leading a life of victory. I've come to learn that people will disappoint you. The one and only person that we can rely on, is God. This man, and my mother's negligence, robbed me of my childhood. But throughout it all, I've come to learn how strong I am. How resilient I am. How to love myself. Each and every day, I try to be a better version of myself than I was yesterday.” -Victim

TellSomebody911's tweet photo. “I was sexually abused by my step uncle.

It all started as early as I can remember at my grandmother’s house, where my mother's adult step-brother still lived. He’d offer to take me upstairs to “see the stars from his telescope” in his bedroom. I never wanted to go with him, because I knew what that meant. I was told to listen to authority, so I went. I'd look through the telescope as instructed, and he'd start touching me and continue on with the whole disgusting acts. Needless to say, I can't stand anything to do with astronomy. He’d make me put my mouth on his privates. To this very day at over 50 years old, I still cannot eat a spoonful of peanut butter, because it sticks to the roof of my mouth and sends me spiraling into anxiety. It stems from these incidents throughout my childhood. I endured the sexual trauma for years, and was told to never tell anyone. Fast forward 16 years later, and my sister was born. One morning when I was in college, my mother called me and mentioned that my sister's babysitter canceled. She said she was going to take my sister to my grandmother's house, and that’s the moment I knew I had to tell my mother what happened in my childhood, in order to prevent my sister from being hurt. He still lived there.
My mother got quiet, then shared her experience. He'd also sexually abused her when she was younger! When she told me this, my heart sank. Hearing the news that your own mother was well aware of the abuse, yet allowed you to go there time and time again was devastating to me. My own mother never protected me. How could she willingly let her daughter go there? She claimed that he was her age, and thought he was 'acting out' because he simply had a crush on his step-sister. Not because he was a pedophile. While dealing with the trauma of being abused throughout my entire childhood, I've also dealt with the trauma of my own mother choosing to not protect me. I'm 51, and aware of how much its affected my life and how on I’ve had to fight for finding my voice, and feeling worthy. However, I'm not going to let my scars define me. I chose to rise up from being a victim, to leading a life of victory. I've come to learn that people will disappoint you. The one and only person that we can rely on, is God. This man, and my mother's negligence, robbed me of my childhood. But throughout it all, I've come to learn how strong I am. How resilient I am. How to love myself. Each and every day, I try to be a better version of myself than I was yesterday.” -Victim

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@TellSomebody911

25 days ago

STOP leaving your kids with them. STOP leaving your children with boyfriends you barely know. STOP letting family members you don't trust watch them because it's free. If your little one says I don't want to stay with a particular person, listen to them." ~ Cody Bret

TellSomebody911's tweet photo. STOP leaving your kids with them.

STOP leaving your children with boyfriends you barely know.

STOP letting family members you don't trust watch them because it's free.

If your little one says I don't want to stay with a particular person, listen to them."

~ Cody Bret https://t.co/AKqo79Kfdu

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over 3 years ago

#CaseyAnthony If you’re going to watch her documentary remember this… What mother waits a month to report her child missing? A mother that knows where her dead body is. Rest in sweet peace little Angel 😇

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If you’re going to watch her documentary remember this…

What mother waits a month to report her child missing? A mother that knows where her dead body is.
Rest in sweet peace little Angel 😇 https://t.co/I9VPWTR5Nd

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6 months ago

@BarackObama @MichelleObama Michael. The man, the myth. The legend in his own mind.

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8 months ago

@therightway2go @CB618444 Respect? Frustration? GTFOH

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@CB618444

9 months ago

You can’t even make this shit up! I’m ROFLMAO 🤣 These are Letitia James nieces living in her Virginia property. Her “tenants”. Nakia is a FUGITIVE 😂 She hightailed outta North Carolina evading arrest warrants & moved into Aunt Letitia’s bank fraud home. 😂 So the AG of NYS is harboring a fugitive. Got it 😬

CB618444's tweet photo. You can’t even make this shit up! I’m ROFLMAO 🤣

These are Letitia James nieces living in her Virginia property. Her “tenants”. Nakia is a FUGITIVE 😂 She hightailed outta North Carolina evading arrest warrants & moved into Aunt Letitia’s bank fraud home. 😂

So the AG of NYS is harboring a fugitive. Got it 😬

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@TellSomebody911

9 months ago

@Stallion2011 Fact ☝️

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Derrick Evans

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9 months ago

Attention @FBI & @SecretService “Somebody please kill the f*cking president. Shoot him straight in the f*cking head with 47 snipers. So he just blows up and we can all laugh and giggle and point”

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over 3 years ago

Omg this is hilarious 😂 The #JussieSmollett hoax ass beaters give a play by play of the fake attack. It’s like a comedy skit to watch. “I didn’t put no rope around his neck, I just put it on him” 😂