The Part That Didn’t Make the Cut

Let me tell you what never made it into any headline.

Not the volunteer work.

Not the advocacy calls.

Not the nights I stayed up helping someone write a complaint letter they didn’t even believe would be read.

Not the time I walked a teenager through the steps to erase their digital footprint after a revenge post nearly cost them their apprenticeship.

Not the woman who cried in front of me at a library computer, because someone had posted about her past — and her landlord had seen it.

Not the man who showed me his phone and said,

“Is this what people see when they type your name too?”

That’s what they don’t report.

Because it doesn’t serve their version of me.

But it’s real.

And it’s more important than any of their clicks.

🛠️ What Community Work 

Actually

 Looks Like

It’s not performative.

It’s not pretty.

It’s often unpaid, unthanked, and unshared.

But it matters.

Because for every person that got posted about…

There’s someone else who’s just trying to survive what comes after.

That’s where I show up.

In the back rooms.

At the food banks.

In inboxes where people type “Sorry to message you, but I don’t know where else to go…”

And I don’t ask for anything.

Not likes. Not praise. Not redemption.

Just let me help.

Because no one did that for me — and I remember exactly how that felt.

🧾 What I’ve Done (Even When No One Was Looking)

• Organised digital rights drop-ins at public libraries — helping residents send GDPR takedown requests, Subject Access Requests, and ICO complaints

• Helped unemployed men dispute outdated criminal record disclosures that were still showing on Google

• Worked with women coming out of abusive relationships who needed help clearing traces of old life online — to start new ones safely

• Funded mobile top-ups for people who couldn’t call legal advice lines otherwise

• Rewritten CVs for people whose old job history was tied to names they no longer go by

• Sat with people through panic attacks triggered by online mentions of their past

This isn’t charity.

This is repair.

This is filling the gaps that institutions, platforms, and politicians left wide open.

And I don’t publicise this for applause.

I do it so they can find someone when the world pretends no one’s left.

🔍 Why This Was Never Covered

Because truth isn’t click-worthy when it doesn’t fit the narrative.

They saw my name.

They saw a version of the story that made them comfortable.

They stopped looking.

But the people who needed me didn’t.

And that’s all that mattered.

Because while the media ignored the aftermath,

I was helping build a future for the people still bleeding from it.

One call. One form. One letter. One post at a time.

🧭 Why This Is the Work That Saved Me Too

You think I did this after I healed?

No.

This work was the healing.

It was the only thing louder than the smear.

The only thing stronger than their silence.

The only thing that turned a name back into a purpose.

I showed up in this community when I had nothing left.

And in giving people tools to fight back, I found mine again.

📌 So Here’s the Truth:

What you find on Google is just the beginning.

What you’ll find here… is what they never bothered to write.

Because this is what it looks like when someone loses everything —

and builds something anyway.

Not for image.

For people.

Not just for myself.

But for the ones who couldn’t post about it.

Who still can’t.

📎 Explore the Full Archive:

• ⚫ The Black Files — Systems that failed us

• 📂 The Public File — Templates, guides, and legal truth

• 🛤️ The Long Return — Surviving silence

• 🎭 Playback Series — They posted. I documented.

• 🟨 Not Just a Name (Current) — From search result to living record