It’s not every day when you feel that a part of you is missing. I know that feeling and I think of it as like a pain that isn’t even there… a phantom pain.
Last week, my Twitch account was banned without warning due a TOS violation. The cause of it: DDOS Threat and how did it happen? Because of a troll who happened to be there and recorded something that I shouldn’t have said. I have since taken the video down since I have filed a DMCA complaint but I wished that they would help me provide something more like his IP or e-mail address but no. No because I need something like a search warrant or a subpoena. These are things I can’t get my hands down because they require something of a higher authority.
I’m not worried one bit because I have that little bastard blocked. He’ll remain blocked because to be honest he isn’t worth my time or my patience. All he wants is attention and you know something, he isn’t getting any from me anymore.
Speaking of which, I have been trying my hardest to get it back. I have filed numerous appeals hoping that Twitch management can hear my side of the story but I doubt they’ll listen. Even if I do make an appeal over it, their suspension will be no doubt valid. I feel like all of this is going to be for naught. It really is because I wanted to grow as a livestreamer and I wanted to have fun. Streaming is all about having fun, taking away that is not fun & I feel that Twitch should have at least got in touch with me before it happened.
But no, I have to deal with all this fucking shit because of it. Trying to talk about it won’t help me either but to be honest, it gives me some needed reprieve which is what I require nowadays. Hopefully once I see my psychiatrist on Friday, I can maybe use that time to tell her what had happened and see if maybe she can get me in touch with law enforcement so they can help me investigate and help put this bastard away.
I need sleep.