I walked on Twitter, Facebook hacked my, abused and terrorized my family. However, the biggest surprise of all was the meeting

'm back on Twitter.

I can imagine the cries of "I knew it would not last!" The Twitterati.

But give me a few minutes of your time and tell you why I'm back and the truth about exactly why I went in the first place.

In my August 12 blog titled Walk, do not run, I spoke of my time on Twitter and my main reasons for their departure. I am in a great part of what I said. The atmosphere has changed and there was bad news in the media about the trolling, etc., for months. The brand has been damaged and Twitter must act quickly enough to correct. At the time of writing this blog, for reasons that will become apparent, I was very vague about my personal experience.

When I left many people thought Twitter was the result of an overreaction on my part. That my departure was an instinctive reaction to a couple of "trolling" or "Flaming" or incidents that I seek. The reality of the situation is that my wife and I were headed for more than three years.

began in July 2009. I had been on Twitter for over two years at that time, who joined in May 2007 and never had a problem. My account was followed by a harmless enough that I followed back and within 10 minutes, he received a direct message (DM) called me a "fucking asshole dirty Jew." I locked the account and reported as spam. following week is reproduced identically. A new follower, I went back, received a number of deputy ministers abusive blocked and reported for spam. Two or three times a week. Sometimes two or three times a day. A course of most days of blocking and reporting and intense verbal abuse., so I made my private account and the problem went away for a short period. There was no Twitter problems but my Facebook account was hacked, my blog has spread and my email has been flooded with comments rude and nasty and photos. corpses Images and concentration camps and dismembered bodies.

Again, idle for a few weeks. I relaxed. I thought I finally had enough of not getting a reaction from me. Wow, I was wrong.

I talked to my wife. I do not see the point of worrying about it. But then joined Twitter to see what it was and came to appreciate it. It would not have been obvious to foreigners who were husband and wife. She made the mistake, however, to change their profile to indicate that she was "the long-suffering wife @ LeoTraynor." Not a good idea. She received a DM that says, "Your husband is a bastard scum and rotten you're a whore. ". She laughed. Blocked and reported for the model, and then restarted. We have reached the point of no longer accepting new fans around and one day my wife received a torrent of abuse at DM and timing that was so vile that has never been on Twitter since - which is a shame because they have much to share and much more interesting than me.

People

asked me: "Why and why these guys want to have a go with you," I could not say it was a non-random pair of idiots who did not appreciate my political or ethnic origin. Or even someone who could not solve my cryptic crossword

all escalated in June, July and August of this year. I was abused more timing and MD. An account crossword began (@ Leo'sClue) was also flooded abuse.

Then one day something happened that made me really scared. I do not scare easily, but it was horrible.

I received a package in my house. Nothing unusual there - I get lots of e-mails. I opened it and inside was a Tupperware lunchbox filled with ashes. Included was a note saying: "Say hello to your parents at Auschwitz." I was physically sick.

I was petrified. They had my address. I reported to the authorities and hope for the best.

Two days later, I opened my door and there was a bouquet of wilted flowers with old Twitter username to my wife. So that night, I received a DM. "You'll come home one day and cut throat bitches ur sister and her son disappeared."

I went to the authorities, but were polite and friendly as there seemed to be a lot that can be done.

Every night for weeks, I lost sleep. Listen to the sounds. Opening the door every day with agitation. Try to maintain a semblance of normalcy and not let my wife or child to see that I was dying inside. Ashamed of what could be in danger because of my big mouth or ancestry.

Then the last straw. I got another tweet in the timeline public this time. "I hope you die screaming, but not before you see me pee on ur wife."

closed my account immediately and vowed never to return, despite the friends I have there.

I made it clear that he would continue trolls and troll it or take action. What they did not say is that even if I had been chasing for weeks and had a very good idea, if it was not.

In July, I was approached by a friend who is actually a computer genius, and offered to help. He said he could not track down hackers and trolls for me using technology perfectly legal, leading to their IP address. I said yes. Then they bait - I was deliberately provocative more for them that I never had before

holidays intervened. My Twitter account has been disabled but before doing so, I sent links to my blog Google+ account, and invited guests to contact me on Facebook. I am delighted that many of my friends have charming. I am also delighted that The Troll too.

learned that the abuse had emanated from three separate IP addresses in different parts of Ireland. Both were public places wifi but the third ... The third location was the most interesting.

The third place was the home of a friend.

The Troll was his son. His 17-year-old son.

I was stunned.

talked to my friend in length. He said his son was always glued to her laptop, tablet or smartphone. How could watch a television program without tweeter about it at the same time. About how he had engaged in conspiracy sites. It was also clear that the other two IP addresses had been used by his son.

few days after this conversation I met my friend, his wife and son in a quiet and unobtrusive. The son, who had led the duende almost drove me crazy, I was totally unaware that join them.

I sat down and ordered a large pot of tea. "Do you always chocolate chip cookies?" I asked the Troll and nodded enthusiastically, the shadow of a boy who flickered across his face.

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