Have you ever been the victim of a crime?

I can't really remember or nun left a permanent memory or bitterness or trauma

Nun? Did she hit you with a ruler, r1.

Yes. In November 2016 my country was stolen by the Russians

Someone broke into my car and did $2000 in damage to the door and window so they could steal an old Garmin worth a few bucks. During the day in the parking lot at work.

I was gay-bashed by a cop and spent over a month in jail because of it. Pretty much ruined my life for a big chunk of it.

My apartment was broken into and robbed twice within a year. It turns out that the burglar was the same crackhead. I was just out of college and had no money/nothing of value to steal. The feeing of vulnerability after a home break in really and truly sucks.

I was assaulted before I even left the hospital after I was born. Someone chopped the end of my dick off and the culprit has never been found.

Mugged at gunpoint once, and have had a bike and a car stolen.

Mugged 3 times during 15 years I lived in NYC.

Since then, car broken into x3, mostly to steal radio/tape player. Also, windows broken x2 by vandals.

Cops do nothing.

I had my car stolen. When I called the police they told me if I came across it in the next few days to just leave it alone and call them. I didn't know at the time that cars were being stolen to commit crimes and returned to the area they'd been taken from. I got it back within a few days but had the battery stolen about 6 months later.

One of my first college apartments was broken into three times. They took my roommate's stereo, then my records, then my stereo.

Some big dude tried to break into my house while I was napping in the middle of the day. I came up out of my bed thundering "What the fuck do you think you're doing?". He replied "Sorry, my mistake" but he just stood there outside the window frozen until bellowed "RUN" in my most menacing tone and he ran. The cop got a big kick out of that.

Gaybashed (1990), gay-bashed with two others! (1991), attempted mugging (1992), punched by a homeless bum (1993), attempted mugging, but I fought back and he ran away (1995) Thanks to two years of martial arts training, never again.

I hate New York.

I was raped

I was robbed

I was Written bad checks.

I was ramrodded into a shitty relation

I was rotten to the core

I was never in the hospital.

Similar to R4, auto break-in in a parking lot in broad daylight. They got my backpack with ID, credit cards etc. Caused problems for years.

Hit and run by a commercial trucker who did a buttonhook turn in front of me, clipped my fender and took off. Insurance didn't pursue it, even though I had license and description.

Attempted assault by a group of gangbangers on a deserted street in Houston, thought the quiet looking white boy on his own wouldn't put up a fight. They thought wrong. Got a couple of bruises and a cut lip, but I'm happy to say I put one if them in the hospital. His bros took off like the pussies they were when they heard their buddy's jaw break.

Attempted auto theft in Austin while I was at a Longhorns game. The garage the insurance insisted on did more damage tHan the would be thief (forgot to add GEICO insurance to my Boycott List).

Hit and run at a bar in San Antonio--the guy backed into me and took off, trying to avoid a DUI and I doubt he had insurance.

Asshole in LA rear ended me in his BMW, then ran a light to get away.

In both of the above cases, cops and insurance didn't pursue it. And you wonder why your insurance is so high.

So the moral is, the real villains in our society are the insurance companies.

I was assaulted twice for being gay.

My car was stolen once.

My car has been broken into many times, though they didn't actually take much the last three times. They even left my CDs, which was a little insulting.

It took awhile to put the pieces together (some from talking to various LEO's). As they say...once is chance, twice is coincidence, third time is 'enemy action'.

My late brother was an insane, jealous, malignant narcissist who was also connected as a grower/supplier to a major drug ring...that last bit something which I didn't find out about until after his death.

Over about 10 years, my business in another town was broken into, and critical equipment was stolen. A rental house of mine was destroyed in a suspicious fire. Then my business had thousands of dollars in vandalism over several incidents. Insurance payouts were meager, and my premiums shot way up.

In each case, there were no arrests. But two persons of interest emerged, one an associate of my brother, the other suspected of being in the drug ring.

Years after, I found I had recorded CCTV camera footage of the guy suspected of the arson pouring a fluid (I think it was piss, actually) into an unlocked SUV at my house.

Cops know about all this, but hey...it's not enough. I sold the business and rental house, and still have video surveillance going 24/7. I don't miss my brother.

The worst I've had was $20 that a trick stole once.

One apartment I lived in started having problems with crackheads trying to rob people. I started carrying a small board with me. One of them pulled a knife on me one Saturday, demanded money, but didn't see the board. I beat him a bit too much with it. Cops arrested me, let me go a couple of hours later.

Some gaybashers threw a bottle at me outside a gay bar years ago. They missed, the bottle didn't break. They hit a red light, so I ran up and smashed their windshield repeatedly with the bottle. Cop was just down the block. He came over, was obviously gay, hot as hell. They tried to blame me. He laughed it off.

An ex-boyfriend, live-in, and i got into a huge argument over his 900 call habit, and he ended up choking me to the point where i was unconscious. in front of my kids.

Yeah, my car was broken into while i was at work and my stereo was ripped out. insurance covered it, but it really just sucked because it was the dead middle of the winter in Buffalo and there was snow inside my car.

Identity was stolen to report false tax returns and (i assume) to get money back. that took about 6 months to clear up.

there was also the childhood stuff, but i've just accepted that at this point.

R23, let's go barhopping and straight-bashing. You're fun.

I got beat up by a bunch of hooligans in high school because I was sensitive and weak(ie, gay).

I was in the Philippines visiting my grandfather in the province. I ended up staying and moved to Manila to work for a volunteer organization. I had a boyfriend at the time who was on a work trip in Hong Kong for a few weeks. I decided to go to the gay area one night cause I was bored home alone. I took a few of my boyfriend's benzos and ended up getting really drunk and started talking to two guys I would never talk to sober. They asked me to go to another gay bar with them and ended up trying to rob me when we were in a secluded street. I started yelling at one of them even though he had a gun cause I was really drunk. He called a corrupt cop who took me to the station.

The cop got my id, then said I had drugs on me, which I didn't and I'd be in jail for years or I can can give them 3,000 dollars. There were around four cops by the time it was morning. Anyway, they shuttled me around Malate, Manila for a day until I got the money. I called my parents in California and they asked for a loan from a rich relative. It was an odd experience. One of the cops kept telling me how gwapo, handsome I was and it was all my fault anyway since I shouldn't have talked to those type of guys from earlier. Anyway, I got the money from the bank and they let me go.

When my boyfriend came back from Hong Kong, he bought me a bunch of stuff. I felt embarrassed that while he was thinking of gifts to get me, I went out drunk and on benzos, got robbed on the street, kidnapped and extorted by corrupt cops and had to beg my parents for money they didn't have. So I never told him.

mugged at gunpoint, robbed by apartment desk clerk (later fired as she was robbing lots of apts while people at work), assaulted in bus,

I forgot I loaned a false friend $40 that I never got back. A year or so later, he called me begging to let him stay with me, because he had been thrown out of his home and was living in his car. I told him "no", of course. .

Yes I had my gems stolen, but the police assure me that they are on to the thieves and have set up a stake out with the older women living next door to them.

This one might be a long one and I’ve written about it in other thread but I have more to add: well my mom entrusted a family “friend” with all our maintenance affairs like plumbing, house painting, repairs and what not. Also he was a neighbor of my aunt and a coworker of another aunt who just passed away Wednesday, so since they were both older (one is in Oregon) and handicapped my aunt hired him to come over after my mom passed away from cancer and help with packing and more house fixtures. My mom had the house refinanced and we still needed repairs done since we had no choice but to sell the house. So he would come over and ask questions that my aunt would think of including about money since my aunt was appointed to take care of our finances particularly after the house is sold. So my mom had some money in her savings account specifically for her cremation. I got the money out of the bank and put it in her coin purse which also had her credit cards, social security card and drivers license amongst other things. I made sure to stuff the purse as far down my pocket as possible especially when my aunt asked us to meet with her. So me, my brother, aunt and the handyman went to Denny’s the day after her passing to discuss finances and the selling of our house. I remember specifically pushing down the purse into my pocket cause I was so paranoid about losing it. Than I’m almost positive I remember the handyman dropping off my aunt and us waiting while driving us to his house to drop something off before taking us to Home Depot to get some boxes for packing. As I was waiting in the car I remember taking out the coin purse and shoving down my pockets to give me more room to fit it into my pocket. And at Home Depot I remember having my hand down my pocket again to make sure nothing falls out. Than he drops us off but comes in the house with us to drop off the boxes. This is where I’m pretty sure I finally take the coin purse out of my pocket and am ready to give the money to him but he tells me “he’ll come back for it.” The next day he calls telling me he’s going to pick it up. Than while I’m on the phone with him I go for the coin purse where I’m convinced I left it on the front table. I look, it’s not there, than I go in to my room where I don’t find it either. All this time I’m on the phone with the handyman and tell him I can’t find it. Rather than tell me “keep looking it’ll probably show up” he immediately says “you probably left it at Denny’s.” Looking back I find that incredibly shady that he would come to the conclusion that it was at Denny’s and not at my aunts house where we had been to previously or at the Home Depot. So my aunt asks him to call Dennys and he tells me after he CALLED THEM “they have it.” So HE SAID he went to Dennys and what he found was the coin purse with absolutely everything in tact....accept the money. Didn’t find that odd until other things started missing from the house. So than the first of the money from my moms insurance came to me. I did spend some of it in all honesty but the rest I was going to give to my aunt to hold so no one would steal it ironically. I made the mistake of bringing it up to the handyman. I assumed he’d give my aunt the money so he told me to take out EVERY penny I had from the bank. I actually DIDN’T thank God, I left a few bucks in JUST IN CASE. So I had the cash in my mom’s old jewelry box and I thought he was going to ask me for it. I was about to give it to him when he told me to “hold on to it, he’ll get it the next time he comes over.” He left and than he came back to ask for it. I went into the jewelry box and it was gone. I looked all over day and night for it. He MIGHT have gotten away with it but he kept getting greedy....

My brother would give him his rent money to give to my aunt but he pulled the same crap he did when he stole the insurance money. My brother would put it in a market bag for him to take but again he’d tell us, “I don’t need it yet, I’ll come back for it.” Than I would look in the bag because in that same bag we’d put my mom’s bills in so my aunt could pay them, (she’d be reimbursed when the house was sold). So one day I put a bill in the bag and since I THOUGHT the money had fallen on the bottom of the bag I was gonna grab it and put it right on top for him to see. That’s when I discovered his rent money had disappeared. I asked my brother where he put it and he said “it’s in the bag!” So than I told him it was missing. Than after my mom’s Memorial Mass later in the day he would drop me and my brother off after we got some moving boxes from Home Depot. He went in the house to once again was about to get my brothers rent but AGAIN he’d say “don’t worry about it I’ll come back for it.” We’d look in the bag where the money and mail went, it was missing AGAIN! Than we tried to HIDE the rent money the 4th time around and make 100% sure to hand it to him this time when he asks for it, none of this “I’ll come back for it” bs! So we hid it in my pillowcase til he came to ask for it. We hadn’t seen him all week so I was just gonna get the cash and place it in another pillow cause I had the tiniest feeling he MIGHT have been stalking us as bizarre as that would sound. He got me a little paranoid. So I went into the pillowcase to get the money IT WAS GONE. The asshole came back and of course asked for the rent money AGAIN. I told him it WAS in the pillowcase but I couldn’t find it so he “looked for it” all over my room and he had the nerve to ask me “to think back and try to remember exactly what I was doing before it went MISSING.” Than the very LAST week we were in the house when he was helping us move, my brother made the boneheaded mistake of putting his wallet WITH THE RENT MONEY in the living room. He than left and the money was gone. So we did tell our aunt the third time he had stolen our money and this jade polar bear figurine my mom was given that my brother kept to remember her by. She said she believed us and even broke down wondering how she could have put all that trust into him. BUT she kept hiring him anyway. She never confronted him about it and he’s gotten away with $5,668 Scot free. The other $60 he took in addition to the rent money and my mom’s insurance money, I got from General Relief and it was the last $60 I had for the rest of the month. So that’s the living hell that me and my brother went through all last summer. What I started to figure out was in all likelihood when calling to ask for the money he’d be in the back of our house. He’d than think of an excuse to sneak into our house so he’d tell me to go down to the garage cause he thought he left his keys there. What he was even doing in the garage is beyond me but yes he would actually PURPOSELY leave his keys in the garage than sneak in the house to take the rent money. When my brother figured out he was stealing he stopped putting the rent money in the bag in the front room. So I’d be on the phone with him while “looking” for his keys in the garage, he’d see that the money wasn’t there and would stall me so he can figure out where we put the money while he was in our house. So he would ask if he left another set of keys in under the neighbors car, than to keep staling he’d ask if he left yet another set of keys in the front of the car in the garage. Than out of frustration I think he just went to my room where he knew I left my wallet and took the last of my general relief money to spite us.

Oh yeah and also I’m not OUT to everyone in the family. So my aunt hired him (again AFTER we told her he had stolen our money) to help us pack and he went through EVERY single inch of my room including where I kept my gay porn magazines. I have a (not so) soft spot for Roman Heart the porn star and he had autographed some of my magazines and I had collected all the magazines he was in. The handyman saw my collection and noticed it was signed to my name and of course since I hated his clepto ass I wasn’t about to come out to him of all people. So I just told him it was a friends than he was all but why was it autograph to YOU? I’m sure he outed me to my family cause that’s just the kind of person he is.

nope, lucky i guess

Yes , fraud and mail fraud . I tried to talk about it on Datalounge but people thought I was trolling.

In sum, a colleague falsified some reports then pretended she fixed them. The false reports were sent to various third parties . When confronted , my evil coworker made it seem like it was her assistant's mistake, not hers. We settled. The DA's office deemed it a civil matter even thought it clearly was criminal as well as civil.

I was murdered in ‘04.

T & P r36.