I had a “gf” in grade 6 break up with me because she claimed to have seen me in a porno. I didn’t even know how to respond

…what slight?

I got accused of rape my junior year of high school by a girl I had never met. She picked me out of the yearbook and made up a crazy story. This dragged on for months, countless meetings with police/principals with no evidence other than her word. Her mother even came into my work yelling and screaming at me, her brother was trying to find me to kick my ass. Turns out the whole time her boyfriend was sexually abusing her. She admits to randomly picking me and making up the whole thing. Pretty fucked up situation to put a random kid in high school through.

Ahh, I have one story. It’s also kind of my own personal tin-foil-hat conspiracy.

I was living in a place where you could rent, but it was also a hotel. It had a Rent-a-Car inside, and I was working there. It was exceptional because I was 2 floors away from my job, so no need for commuting.

Ultimately, and to make this long story short, I decided to leave the company (it was a small company, just my boss, his wife ane me), because one week I started to get paid less than what I was working, they probably thought I wouldn’t notice.

I immediately started looking for another job, and funnily enough, the hotel - where I lived - was hiring. They basically accepted me after the first interview, I told my boss’ wife that I was leaving the company for the hotel so I gave my two weeks notice.

Next day, I am driving through the highway with my boss to pick up a customer when he starts SCREAMING at me about going to work for the hotel instead of him. One thing stood out from what he screamed at me:

“I will make sure that you don’t get that job, or other jobs in the future, and you will never get this job back either, how are you going to live like that now? You just fucked up” - He said

Now this is the conspiracy/accusation part:

The hotel needed to do a drug test (they did that to everyone). The day of the drug test, I go to the place, do whatever I had to do, and they just told me to wait for an answer.

2 weeks goe by - no response. I call and ask, they say they “lost” my tests. Strange, but ok. I went to do another one.

2 days after the second one, they call me and tell me that the test was positive for weed. Now I’m not going to be a hypocrite and say I’ve never done weed. I have arthritis, so weed is something I sometimes need to handle tha pain and stress, but at that time I was clean for about 5-6 months.

However, I told them that it’s impossible, that I’ve never done weed, that I didn’t even have money to buy weed. They straight up tell me they don’t care and hang up.

Exactly 20-30 minutes later, my former (rent a car company) boss -who I hadn’t spoken to for more than a month- calls me, he doesn’t even ask me how I am or anything, he just goes straight for “where you accepted for the job? How did the drug test go?”

Now, call me crazy but…

1. I didn’t tell him I was doing a drug test, and if the hotel had told him, they still woul’t have known when I did the drug test.
2. How did he manage to call me exactly the day I got the results, almost at the same time?
3. I called the hotel after that call and they told me that they hadn’t even received a call from the drug test place to tell them that it has been positive. That basically I was the one notifying them. However, they said that since it was positive, I couldn’t get the job regardless, no exception.

At the end, I figured I was fighting a losing battle and searched for other jobs. 2 weeks later COVID-19 hit and the rent-a-car had to close, so that was good news for me.

Back in the day, I was stationed in South Korea when I was 18/19 years old. While it was legal for Koreans to drink by 18, US soldiers were expected to wait until they were 21. Soldiers 21 and over got ration cards in order to buy alcohol from the post’s shoppettes. I was never 21 in Korea, so I never got one.

One day the Criminal Investigation Division shows up and starts asking around about me. Sure I guess I was technically drinking underage on base, but I was legal once I left. And I hadn’t done anything else shady or dodgy, so I was getting a little concerned.

Turned out, I was being accused of buying liquor on base for cheap and then selling it to Koreans for profit because a bottle of real Jack Daniels was like $200 whereas I could have bought it for $20.

I told them that I couldn’t have bought it because I don’t have a ration card for alcohol. They didn’t believe me, but somehow it got cleared up down the road because I never heard another word about it. And I doubt it was mistaken identity because my height kinda precludes me from being misidentified, and the only other guy on the base that looked even remotely like me never got in trouble either and he was never questioned in the first place.

Yes, as I said in another post I was punched in the face by a policeman who then accused me of having done that to him. He falsified the medical report while I had no marks, he forced a courier to testimony in his favor and has the version confirmed by his partner. The prosecutor believes his story even if I presented evidence in the form of a recording where he admits to hitting me but in self defence (there’s no mention of that in his report) he asks me if I have cameras (just so he can say whatever he wants if I don’t have them), he admits to pushing me (another thing he denies in his report where he says he accompanied me gently in my garden). None of this was taken into consideration. I tried two times and was rejected by the prosecutor who wants to archive my demand. I’m waiting to be condemned for something I didn’t do. I’m a pianist and I’d never use my hands to hit something and I’m disabled and visually impaired. Nothing seems to matter.

I’m 8 years old. For some reason I’m out the front of the house with a friend and his mum on my bike. Again, for some reason that makes sense to children, I insist on showing them how ‘far’ I can cycle, and go off around a corner a little way from our houses to find some kind of loop back. Not important.

I find myself going down this fairly tight alleyway when a girl, maybe around 11/12, starts coming down the other way. There’s just about enough space for us both to fit, but I’m not a very experienced cyclist and lose my balance, instinctively grabbing her handle bar to avoid falling into her bike. We’re going slowly enough that we’re both absolutely fine. I apologise profusely and remove my hand from her bike and back to mine, when she grabs my hand and forces it back into her handlebar. She loudly shouts ‘DAD!!’ and my heart absolutely sinks.

This big guy comes round the corner. He was fairly tall and muscular, with short hair and a tank top. The main thing I remember is that he had terrible teeth, something I’m about to get a good look at. The girl informs him that I am ‘bullying’ her. He is immediately aggressive, detaining me in this narrow alley and interrogating me about what I’m doing. He shouted directly at my face, letting me feel his spittle and see his black teeth clearly. Her mum comes round to see what’s going on. She asks how old I am, and I say that I’m 8 and just trying to ride my bike. She says “8’s very young to be bullying” as if there’s a more acceptable time. I insist I’m not trying to bully anyone but they have none of it. After 5 minutes or so the dad asks me where I live and as some sort of self-preservation I say through tears that i “don’t know”. They let me go and I cycle off wiping away my tears.

I get back to my friend and essentially just say ‘haha! I went a really long way’, and that’s the end of it. I never tell anyone for fear that they won’t believe me, and I feel terrified that that girl or man will find me for the next year or two. Arseholes.

I don’t even know where to start with this, it’s happened so many times. Although I’m sure everyone has at some point in their lives. I mean the whole point of being framed is you can’t prove your innocence. I will say though, it feels even worse when there actually has been proof of my innocence but the people who want to say I did something had such strong willpower that they were able to ignore the proof on a collective level and continue to accuse me of the thing I just proved my innocence about.

Last year my (then) gf got it into her head that I’d been unfaithful to her with my neighbour, and on one occasion snapped and physically assaulted me in my own home. She then claimed to friends and family that I assaulted her, presenting photos of bruises on her arms and face as “proof”.

My bf is convinced I have/had feelings for some other guys. Keeps pressing the issue and “Why can’t you just admit it?”. I can’t admit something that isn’t true…

I was walking home from work late one evening 20+ years ago when someone in a big pick-up truck pulled up next to me, rolled down their window, and started berating me for “doing drugs and chasing girls”.

I was not, at the time, doing drugs or chasing girls. I was working an IT job in a tiny New England town, had recently been dumped, and was convinced that I would never date again, oh woe is me. Some server had blown up and I’d been at the office late.

And for this I get hollered at by some stranger?

Best I can figure is they mistook me for someone they knew — who, for all I know, was doing drugs and chasing girls.

Quite a few times. Not much you can do about it except avoid the person forever. Spent 3-8 grade refusing to talk to a fellow student over them doing this to me.