It’s really hard to know where to start when I’m blogging about Andy. I know that, currently, most of the traffic coming here is in reaction to my ex-partner putting down roots in a new fandom. But it must be a hell of a thing for people who don’t already know the whole sordid story. And there’s so many volumes of opinions and versions of stories that I don’t like to repeat myself – which is why I point people to the blogs I’ve already written.
This is a particularly difficult one to write. It’s messy, both logically and emotionally. Nothing is ever simple with Andy, who has used me in his backstories (you know, that whole “his son? a sparrow! thing) and dismisses this as “…a really bad relationship that ended six years ago and a fandom scandal from ten years ago.” As if that was all that happened. As if nothing happened between Bit of Earth and now. As if I’m just another bitter ex, carrying out some twisted vendetta. And it gets to me, damn it. I hardly ever think of him unless I start getting hits from sites with “lol” and “wank” in their urls. I don’t want to turn into what Turimel used to be, or to stir up drama for drama’s sake.
I saved a file box of notes, letters, pictures and things that Andy made me over the years. Much like my feelings about this entire experience, it is neatly packed and easily accessible, but I don’t open it very often. At first I kept them for nostalgia’s sake, but later I needed – sometimes still need – to read and touch those letters. And know that not only did it all really happen, it was as fucked up and crazy as I remember it being. Because Andy has achieved almost mythic status in fandom, so naturally it’s easy for the stories to get overblown. And Andy himself showed me just how malleable memories are.
The thing is, it isn’t just gossip. Oh, sure, lots of it is – but that isn’t why I share what I went through either. I talk because other survivors need to hear. Because secrecy is what he hurt us with – Diamond, Little Sam, the ones who have come forward from DAYD – all of us. The secret was the entire point. We had to keep Andy’s abilities secret, and therefore, we could not tell anyone else the truth about anything. Everything had to be screened for outsiders. Can’t tell a story about all the friends you hang out with if, technically, they’re all one fucking person. Always, always pleading that we just not tell, no matter what.
I am not beholden to promises I made to an abuser while still in his power. Because emotional and psychological abuse is every bit as legitimate and damaging as physical abuse. Because families and friends that don’t even use computers have been hurt by Andy’s manipulations, to say the very least. Because wank is funny, but pain is real. And it sucks to have somebody dedicate their life to fucking up the inside of your head.
Also, it is not okay for an almost-thirty year old with a history of emotional manipulation and abuse to invite depressed, suicidal teenagers to call him, and therefore his previous behavior is absolutely relevant. I have no interest in “chasing him off the internet” or “stalking” him, but the only way I feel comfortable, ethically, is to speak up when he is setting off so many red flags.
Now, one might make a fairly compelling argument about Andy’s right to privacy. Certainly, Andy paints himself as an unfairly exposed martyr.
I have never pretended to be any form of saint. I have been very open that I have struggled with mental illness and a lot of personal demons in the past, and that it has left a lot of ugliness in my wake, but that I am treated now and reconciled with anyone who was interested in reconciling with me. Beyond that, my medical history is my own business, and those who would breech the privacy of what they do know, much less those who would speculate and present that as fact may fuck right off. I have also been open that there are still many people who hate me wildly; some fairly, some not.
This is a fairly ingenious defense, as it appeals to the fears pretty much everyone has about their privacy being compromised on the internet. But there’s one problem: Andy doesn’t deserve that level of privacy. And neither do I.
We did bad things, he and I. We lied to many, many people. We fucked up big time. It doesn’t matter in the slightest who was the leader and who the follower for this, because we both lied. In text, over the phone, and in person, to people who loved us and trusted us completely. We lied on the internet. We lied on message boards. We betrayed people’s trust in so many ways. When you lie on that level? You kind of waive your “right to privacy” about things that are relevant to the lies you told. Especially if you appear to be repeating the pattern of behavior.
If Andy was just living his life? Nobody would care. But he not only came back into the public eye; he’s built a massive, insular fandom (that is celebrating its fifth anniversary) and, to say the least, is actively courting followers. He’ll talk openly about his “personal, medical and mental health information” when it serves to make him seem more sympathetic, more victimized, etc., and tells grandiose stories about himself and his life, but when these things he is publicly posting are not true – and he’s called on it, it’s back to “it isn’t your business and anyway, it was forever ago.”
And, at least when we were together, Andy fully understood this. As soon as Bit of Earth exploded, we started making deliberate choices because we knew that this would follow us forever. Of course Andy used his real name and information in his new online life, because it would follow him. Google may forgive, but it doesn’t forget. All of his “future plans” for us took the “bad press” into account, all facts carefully spun to our advantage and the stories ready for those times when someone had read “teh book.”
And after all that…I haven’t even told a fraction of the things he did. Not to me, not to Diamond or Little Sam, not to the ones who aren’t ready to tell their stories. Or the ones who will never be able to talk. So much pain, so much damage, so fucked up. It isn’t even funny; it’s sick and sad like so much of this entire story. And it’s mine to carry – unless I share it.
Staceyjw said:
Convincing liars that lie always make themselves look like victims, that’s part of their game.
Keep up the good work, others need to be aware of what he is up too.
Jeanine said:
You know, what makes me the most angry, to this day, is that The Person Whose Birth Name Is Amy Player (forgive me if I still refuse to call said person “Andy”) keeps making this claim that they’ve Squared Up(TM) and Repaid Their Debt To Society And All The Victims (TM). I have a message:
No, you haven’t.
After 10 years, I can still list off names and contact info for people whom said person owes money. Shoot, I still have that lovely email from “Thanfiction” saying, “It’s been 7 goddamn years–I promise no movie stars will get hurt this time, here’s $100, can’t you leave me alone?”
I can’t even begin to name all the people whom this person owes an apology.
I still can’t even bear to THINK about the people who lost their lives on account of this person’s manipulations.
So it enrages me that this person claims, “I am treated now and reconciled with anyone who was interested in reconciling with me.”
People who actually WORK at improving themselves go through a lot of pain. They face the people they’ve wronged with humility and admit their wrongdoing and ask for a 2nd chance. Sometimes they get forgiven… sometimes they get rejected. They know beforehand that people may totally burn them for their past misdeeds, but they summon up a depth of honesty and courage and reach out to people who, by logic alone, should slam the door in their faces or worse.
That’s precisely what Abbey did with me, and I know it was hard for her. It was precisely BECAUSE it was difficult, but she did it, and she did it honestly and humbly, that I accepted her apology, and count her as a friend again.
But that’s not what Amy/Jordan/Andy does. Amy Player posted (under that name) a public “apology” journal some years ago–I believe Abbey’s got a link to it here somewhere–with all kinds of excuses and promises. “I have a job as a dishwasher now in a restaurant; I promise to pay back all the money I borrowed.” “I know this public letter is inadequate, I promise to personally apologize to each one of you individually, if you’ll only let me.” All these pat little lines, undoubtedly copied from some 12-step website. Sure sounded great. Downright noble.
Amy never actually DID any of those things, though. No repayments, no personal apologies. The next time we heard news about this person, they were involved in a triple murder/homicide, frought with the EXACT same kinds of phony legal documents and charismatic/cultish manipulations as all of Amy’s previous relationships.
It infuriates me to see this person now pretending that they deserve the same kind of Karmic Credit, the same GRACE, as someone like Abbey or Diamond, who actually wrung their souls out, got therapy, sobbed, loathed, hit bottom, rebounded, re-discovered their personal core, and came clean with dignity and humility.
What an empty life they must have, immersed in lies all. the. time. Pathetic.
Patti said:
Every time I read about another of his forays into new territory, I am so thankful “VB/STR” cleared out of Voyager fandom before doing any real damage. I skimmed through his tumblr and found stuff that I couldn’t believe. There a couple of posts where he calmly lists his mental health issues, and mentions the “trainwrecks” left behind. And it’s easy to gather the impression that many other Supernatural fans are convinced that Thanfiction is THE expert on the show, as if he has a direct pipeline to the minds of the showrunners, the actors, whatever…which is the point, right Abbey? He sort of denies it, but then goes right on with “speculation” and meta and you can tell people are eating it up with a spoon. And there’s something equally creepy about the way he’s answering questions about DAYD now; followers want more background about the characters’ pasts and they’ve all got these huge, disturbing backstories that have nothing to do with the way JKR may have originally conceived them. He’s made them so totally his own, theres’s this vibe that almost seems like she stole them from him…
It’s all so truly frightening.
Thank you, Abbey, for continuing to do the right thing.
Sami said:
I *was* just going to post to say that I really respect the way you own all this. You acknowledge your own pain without making it an excuse to get out of culpability yourself, and it takes genuine nerve (in the good way) to undertake this kind of public acknowledgement of wrongdoing.
But now, having read your past posts, I’m also slightly freaked out and also relieved. I thought I had no prior experience with/connection to anyone involved in these events, but I turn out to be incorrect. I briefly encountered Voyagerbabe, back in the day.
I was a lonely, depressed, anxious girl. I am now overwhelmingly relieved that certain aspects of Voyagerbabe’s fic creeped me out, and I didn’t engage, because even if I was in Australia, I feel like I dodged a bullet.
grannieof2 said:
Just want to acknowledge what you are doing, Abbey. I know from my personal experience what the process is like when you finally work through your stuff, sort out who you were from who you want to be, and realize the change means doing the right thing no matter what. It costs you plenty; some of those costs are permanent. But it’s still important, in fact crucial, that you do that right thing, whenever it comes up. Sami’s post is why.
Somewhere out there, right now, someone who is where you were is reading your posts, is making the connections in her own experience and coming to the point where she can no longer pretend she’s not in a bad spot. Somewhere, someone is realizing: I don’t have to live like this. I can live as I choose. I can even be happy someday.
You did that. You are, whether you know it or not, somebody’s hand up, somebody’s light at the end of the tunnel. Don’t ever doubt that.
Someone who's been there said:
I started crying when I started reading this. Crying. Especially the part about having to keep secrets, and how they end up hurting people you never wanted to hurt. It started with just trying to keep your business your business, but then you can’t the all-night conversations with three-yet-all-the-same person, and you know you’re hurting people. Apologizing to the people you hurt and PRAYING that they forgive you. Feeling so stupid and embarrassed when you have to explain that you got sucked in to a cult to your therapist. And being so proud that you were able to get out but so humiliated that it took so long. Trying to make amends to everyone that you hurt.
Thank you for continuing to do what you do.
Jen said:
Thanks again for everything you have done to unravel this convoluted mess for all to see. This blog is a valuable resource for those who need to know the truth about Andy.
On a personal note, I’m happy to read you are doing so well in your life. It heartens me.