Number 11: Was I Being Groomed?

A few weeks ago I got approached on Twitter by Mark asking if he could DM me about a local charity event. I’m a charitable sort and actually work for a local charity so thought why the hell not. He messaged saying:


Hi, I’m raising money for my charity in Liverpool! We are having a Bake Off and looking for someone to come along give support and judge. Would you be interested?


I asked him who the charity was and he told me it was K*** a local children’s charity. I knew them and their work and they are a fantastic organisation. I was intrigued and dare I say it a little flattered that little old me had been asked to judge when we’ve got actual Hollyoaks down the road. Looking at his Twitter account he had contacted a lot of bloggers so I assumed he was hoping for some online promotion. I asked him to email me more details. He didn’t. But he did keep messaging me. It was taking place at the charity on 12 March and teams would be made up of children and families that use the charity. Oh and the judge would get gunged. But not to worry I would be given charity clothing and the opportunity to shower.I wasn’t sure. I stalled him. But he was persistent.

Feb 3: Hello?

Feb 3: Sorry any news?

Feb 4: Hello?

Feb 4: Are you free to chat this afternoon?


I wasn’t overly concerned. I’ve work in fundraising for the last decade, I’ve known supporters like Mark – passionate, enthusiastic, a little too keen. But their heart is in the right place and they just want to raise a bit of cash for their charity. I asked him again to email me more details. He didn’t but again he sent me details over DM. I agreed to take part but the voice at the back of my head was starting to wake-up. Why did he not want to email me? Why did he always want to arrange a time to ‘chat’ over DM?

Then there was silence. No messages. I ignored it. I was regretting saying I’d do it but I felt bad backing out of a charity event. I hoped he would just go away. Two weeks later he messaged again.


Hello! Sorry I’ve been ill so bed bound for a while. Are you still up for this?


The voice at the back of my head was roaring now. Something wasn’t right. In the two weeks that had passed I had Googled the event. Nothing. I had checked on the charity’s website. Nothing. That was weird seeing at it was meant to be taking place at the charity and involving their service users.I kept meaning to check directly with the charity but never did. It played on my mind. Yesterday I finally sent the charity a quick email. Their Chief Exec emailed me back within 20 minutes. They had never heard of ‘Mark’ or the event. It was all made up.

I reported it to the Police and to Twitter. I also decided to post about it on a few blogging Facebook groups. Turns out I wasn’t the only one. People responded saying they’d been approached by the same or similar accounts on Twitter. Bloggers from different parts of the country had been contacted at the same time. And always with a similar message.

Now I don’t know what ‘Mark’s’ endgame was. Maybe he was just a fantasist and I would have just turned up to a locked building. Maybe he was just a pranker who liked wasting bloggers’ time. Or maybe it was something a bit more sinister. Maybe I was being lured. Maybe I was being groomed.

Suddenly I felt very vulnerable. Sat at my desk at work, in broad daylight and surrounded by people I didn’t feel safe. And I’m not. Not always. Not online. Not walking home at night. Not getting a taxi. I realised that I always had this voice of warning in the back of my head. Always. It was there when I was approached by someone in a chatroom at 15 because I sounded ‘sexy’. It was there when I had my drink spiked at 19 and the last thing I remember was my hair being stroked in the chip shop by a man I’d never met. It was there when I woke up the next morning in my bed but with the absolute certainty that anything could have happened to me the night before and I wouldn’t have remembered it. It was there when my friend reassured me she took me to my door. Safe.

And it’s there when I think about my beautiful daughter going out into the world in a few years’ time. Because what if she isn’t as suspicious as me? What if she doesn’t have this voice at the back of her head? What if she isn’t as lucky? Because at the end of the day, it feels like luck plays too much of a part in me being safe. At some point is mine or her luck going to run out?

And the worst thing is, why should I or she worry about it? Why should we hesitate about popping to the shop after dark? Why, just because we’re women?

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  1. I have shivers reading this. Because I’m sure a lot of bloggers, so keen as we all are for PR attention and offers of promotion, would have fallen right into this without actually checking with the charity directly. It’s definitely made me think twice about the readiness and trust I place in “PR” contacts. Fantastic post and one that needed to be written.


      If he had just been a bit more professional I probably wouldn’t have suspected but now I’ll always check up on events even if the invitation seems genuine.

  2. sparklymummy

    It’s a horrible feeling and as a mummy of girls I do sometimes find myself wondering, if I had boys would I still feel this way? I do think in this day and age there is an added worry with girls but then I think of the story of Brock, a lad that was local to where we used to live and I think no, the internet is a scary place. But communication is key, when a ‘boy’ started messaging my daughter she told me because she felt uncomfortable, her dad took over the chat and when the boy ‘revealed himself’ it was clear he wasn’t a ‘boy’ and he was blocked reported to the police. I was so proud of my daughter tho, for having the savvy to come to us.

  3. Gosh how horrible. Good thing going you trusted your instincts. I never engage professionally unless I know it’s a real company and it is via emails… and company emails too. There are far too many chancers and fishing going on out there. It’s always good to keep your with with you. Best that online or in “real life”

  4. Shared on every avenue possible. This is scary stuff and really makes me question my comfortableness blogging. At the same time I’m not one to shy away from things because there are scary, evil people in the world.

    So so glad you went with your gut and his ended well but I don’t think we can share his enough. Even if it helps to keep one person safe.


      Thanks for sharing. We shouldn’t let it stop us blogging but it is a reminder to double and triple check any contact we receive from people we don’t know.


      I was surprised how seriously they took it. The report is being circulated to all forces across the country so they can collate any similar reports. It’s definitely important we report anything like this even if it does turn out to be just someone’s idea of a joke.

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