:::TRIGGER WARNING::: abuse, rape, drugs, pretty much everything terrible
Before I start, I want to say that this is the hardest thing Iāve ever had to do in my life. I understand that I am setting myself up to be attacked in more ways than has already been done to me. People may accuse me of lying and may try any tactic to protect him because they donāt know who he truly is. I will have to take the heat for being the first person to openly come out about this, though I am NOT the only one who has experienced the abuse from him. There are soooo sooo many of us. I know of some, Iām friends with some, and Iām without a doubt sure there are some I donāt even know about. Itās not my place to tell their stories. I can really only tell mine.
Throughout the five years of knowing him, I have been mentally and physically abusedā¦ by Toby Turner.
I first met Toby when I was working at E3 in June 2011. I had flown there from Georgia and he was doing a hosting gig. He added me on facebook and as I was returning home, eventually my number. We texted almost daily and Facetimed with each other. He kept telling me that I should move there and that he needed a female host for his new gaming show, so a month after E3 I had bought a new car and packed my stuff for LA. I didnāt know at the time but that would be the one of many broken promises.
-I was writing way too many details when I realized that I have WAY too many things to tell that happened in five years. So Iāll cut out the small stuff. I was being cheated on since day one. He would fluctuate between telling me we werenāt together, to saying we were. Once I started finding the evidence of other women, he would fluctuate between admitting he was cheating, then to saying he told me he didnāt want anything serious. Every time I would try to leave, he would tempt me with saying he was ready to come out about dating me now. He would say he was just worried about what the fans would say to me and all the hate I would get. But he never cared about that. When he started dating Olga, we were still dating. He told me that they werenāt real and it was just a show for subscribers and views. At the beginning I actually believed that. Then my gut feeling was going off like crazy and I realized I was just being weak. I stopped seeing him and started seeing someone else. Of course I kept getting texts that he missed me and that I was the one he wanted. Once I stopped seeing the other guy, we went right back to dating. On and off just as I now know was coinciding with Olga and his breakups. Or maybe the breakups were lies. Who really knows. I know this makes me look really dumb, but you have to understand how he makes women feel. It felt like a drug. I would try to date other people and I was so stuck and in love with him that no one ever compared. But I notice now how I was also being manipulated and forced. He thought it was a game to keep going when I would say No. He would grab me and try to tear my pants off and I would say No and pull them back up. So forcefully that they would tear. I still have my pants folded in the drawer that have ripped belt loops and holes in the crotch from him trying to tear his way in. I even headbutted him once bc I was starting to see another guy and did not want to be physical with him. But I was so scared of losing him that I would just let him win and have his way with me. He would call me his girlfriend, then if he found out I told someone I was dating him he would accuse me of trying to ruin his career and insult me.
2013 was when the drugs really started. Iām not going to get into too much detail with that, but this was when the abuse started getting very violent. By this time I was conditioned to always make sure he was happy and I had so many panic attacks and anxiety when I was with him because I never wanted to upset him. We were writing most of his parodies and songs together and then fighting when the āhighā would start to fade. Everything was a bipolar mess. There was an incident where we met up for dinner (his classic line āwanna eat?ā) and he was on drugs of course. I told him not to park in the 30min parking spot. He was immune to all rules in his mind (āim a godā) so he left it. Our conversation at dinner turned toxic. He said some girl was aborting his baby, I said years ago I had a miscarriage but would have had it. This caused him to get angry that I would have kept the kid. He called me stupid, a faggot, among other things. (FYI to this day he STILL calls me a faggot. He uses that term all the time and calls me names even when he is being āniceā) So I am upset and trying to stand up for myself but only making it worse. Iām sure I cried at some point. I was always crying. We leave the restaurant and low and behold, his Range Rover got towed. He is yelling and mad. We get a uber(taxi?) and go back to his place. By this time I am absolutely terrified and just trying to not make him more upset. He started punching things in the kitchen. He kicks his stove and I get out of the way as he punches the pantry door. It has a big giant crack in it. (He later covered it with a chinese new year calendar and made jokes on vlogs saying āhow did this get here?ā) Iām crying and heās blaming me for stuff, and then I go and sit down on the beanbag chair he has in the living room. He starts screaming at me to get the fuck out of his house. Iām balling and crying and asking him why he is doing this to me and he is screaming at the top of his lungs that he hates me and to get the fuck out of his house and that heāll call the cops. He grabs his phone and saying heās calling the cops and Iām just crying and crying. He screams and asks me ādid you hear what I said you stupid fucking dumb blonde?!ā (he would always tell me he hated blonde hair) and so I stand up to leave. Iām hysterical and get in my car and I speed off to drive away and he jumps out in front of my car. Immediately saying imsorryimsorryimsorrycmere cmereā¦ Iām crying and I stop the car and he pulls me into the house. Iām nothing but a hyperventilating crying mess and Iām having a panic attack and shaking, when he starts taking off my pants and saying shhhhhh. He sets me down on the end of the bed and starts having sex with me. The entire time Iām crying and mumbling for him to stop but he keeps saying shhh. After heās finished, he pulls my pants back on and I turn to my side and keep crying. I honestly donāt remember if he cuddled me after. Maybe he did. Once again I was psychologically damaged and stuck around. I even dyed my hair brunette to please him. We spent valentines together. At this point I knew I had to find a way to get over him. I just didnāt know how. He was turned on every time I cried and he was always mean and insulting to me, so this was the pattern. Friends tried to intervene and I actually lost a few because I kept going back to him and they thought I was weak and an idiot. I was. I finally mustered the strength and told him we should be just friends.
Feb 26th, 2013. I came over to help him with something, Iām not sure what. My friend Alissa was having a party I wanted to go to and he kept telling me not to leave. I told him I had to go. He was being flirty and cute. I was conditioned to enjoy the tension and āgame.ā But I told him I was going. He asked if I would take a shot with him. Just one before I left. Yes, I know I should not have even said yes and taken a shot before driving. I am aware. But you have to understand, at this time drugs were running rampant in this house and I was so exposed to drug and alcohol abuse that I was just used to it. I said ok and took a shot with him. Instantly I knew something was wrong. At first I thought it was shitty vodka. I even asked what vodka it was since it was the worst taste I ever had. Then I saw his faceā¦ and I realized I knew what that bitter taste was. I asked him if he had slipped something in my drink. ::insert cute grin with gryphon voice denying it:: I asked a bunch of times and he denied. But I already knew the answer. I also knew that the people who die from mdma/molly have always been mixing it with alcohol. That both of those together are a DEADLY mix. That Toby is a drug addict and that the amount of drugs he put in my drink are far more than I will EVER be capable of handling. I start crying and telling him heās going to kill me. Why would he try to hurt me. That he is selfish and that I am going to die because of him. This somehow gives him a moment of clarity or maybe it was just the drugs taking effect, but he admits to putting it in my drink. He tells me it was only just a little bit and it must have still been on the glass from when he used it. Then he admits fully to doing it. He starts crying as well and admitting he is a sex addict and drug addict and needs to get help. I am SO FUCKED UP at this point that I honestly donāt remember what happened. Did we have sex? Did we only talk? Iām not sure. All I know is at some point he is passed out cuddling me on his beanbag chair and Iām just staring straight ahead wide awake with anxiety. I literally feel like I am being held hostage and kidnapped. I donāt know this man. I want to escape but I am so fucked up that I cant leave. Once I feel like I can maneuver a car (the next afternoon), I drive home. I really shouldnāt have drove but I needed to escape him. I come home and my roommates are in the kitchen. They would be so mad if they knew I was still talking to Toby after the blatant rape, so I tell them that someone at a bar drugged me. They tell me to go to the hospital and I say I just want to lay down. I go in my bed and just start sobbing. I was fucked up on this drug for 3 days. I regret never going to the hospital. I regret never going to the cops for what he did. I honestly thought about his career ruined and I didnāt want to hurt him bc I loved him. How messed up is that? He had just tried to kill me. I knew I was too weak to go to the hospital, but I made sure to text him what he did so I would have evidence. So I would at least have a text proof that he drugged me. So he couldnāt turn around and deny like he always did. Like he denies ever dating me now. Whatās messed up is the text he gave me before I texted the proof. ā'twas funā. Yeah. FUN.
I wish I could say I stopped talking to him after that. But we all know thatās not true. He said he would change his ways and I took him back again. March 2, 2013, I go in his bathroom and see a black thong and condom in his trashcan. Heās in the other room gaming, so I walk in there and grab him by the arm and heās shocked, but I take him to the bathroom where I have put the items on the floor and I push his face down towards it. His response??? āwhat?ā Ā Ā 'WHAT?!?ā Ā Ā āyeah what?ā¦so?ā and Iām livid. I say āWho the fuck is she?ā He tells me āIt doesnāt matter. Youāll never meet her.ā I really wanted to destroy and break everything in his house on the way out, but I just grab my stuff and go. Done.
Except not, bc Iām an idiot and I stay friends. The last time I ever have sex with him is Memorial Day of 2013. This isnāt by choice of course. This is a violent hate fuck after he thinks I am flirting with Max Landis at his (Tobyās) bbq party. Then of course I find out he was hooking up with another girl from the same party who is also a friend. The list goes on and on.
Mid to late 2013- Ā He finally has a relationship with someone else. (By this time, they are known as āmainsā in my circle of friends that know the drill). So luckily I can say I never slept with him after that. But things still were messed up because he would always try to use me to masturbate. Either do it in front of me or try to grab my hand to do it for him. Itās disgusting and iām embarrassed but itās the truth so whatever. I became ājust a friendā and I really thought things were looking up. We started doing songs together, even though I was helping him write them throughout this whole time. But NOW I was included and he was actually letting people know we were friends! Yay. Gag. I wont get into the lack of payment for anything I did, cause thatās a separate issue. But I knew I was being used. I was just so happy to be included! Yay. Gag. He always strung me along and would wave that carrot of songs or gaming to get me to come back.
2014- He tells me we will perform Depressing Song at Playlist. Iām super happy bc we wrote it together Ā and it was our ālook how magic we are togetherā song. Once it gets close to Playlist timeā¦ he starts getting wishywashy like he always does. I ask him if we really are going to play the song because he never gives me a straight answer and he starts telling me he only has passes for Seth and Gabe and he doesnāt know. Then tells me he will only be doing standup. This is after I already have my flight and hotel. So now he all of a sudden doesnāt have a pass for me that he said he would have. So I decide to go anyways. My amazing friend gets me into playlist and I have a really good time even though I know the drill of if Toby sees me there, he will ignore me and I have to lie to fans and play along that heās just sooooo awesome. He asks what Iām doing and I text him that Iām hanging with these other youtubers and he gets mad (and jealous) because I shorten their channel name and accuses me of acting too cool. I say theyāre my friends and thatās just what I call them. He then texts a mutual friend and says something along the lines of, āApril is on her high horse and Iām about to put her down.ā The day of his performance, I tell another mutual friend that I just KNOW heās going to play our song. She assures me he wouldnāt do that. I have Toby energy and we are super connected. I FEEL IT. I know he is. And he doesā¦ Iām going to admit to the internets, that I almost committed suicide. I was in the worst pain I have ever felt in my life. Worse than the cheating, the lying, the physical and mental abuse. Iām not sure why, but to deny me the very thing I createdā¦ to perform my song when it was my DREAM to be up thereā¦ That was worse than death. I was on a high balcony of my hotel, and the opportunity presented itself. Luckily I didnāt go through with it. I vowed not to talk to him. He didnāt get to use me in this new life. I spent all of 2014 getting constant texts from him. Some spamming, blaming, and attacking me, some saying he wanted to say sorry. Towards August I think, I started to respond. I have only seen him a few times since then. I saw him a few months ago in January at a friendās birthday and though he was nice to me in person, he started flirting with my best friend and then was trying to text her to entice her to hang out with him. When I texted him to stop (bc hello weāre bffs and sheās gonna show me), the attacking verbal abuse was back again. He never changes.
Heās still abusing and damaging women. There are women with stories similar to mine. Heās still playing his games of multiple girls at a time. Still asking hot chicks to game with him as a pick up line. I keep hoping maybe he has changed and I tried not to give the gory details to the women he tricks and fucks over. But I see he hasnāt. Two āmainsā found out about each other just the other day.
Why did I tell such extreme detail of the worst parts of my life and about him? Because last night I was working and went to a Toys R Us and saw a Tobuscus toy in the isle. I started to cry and have a panic attack. I was supposed to be professional, but I couldnāt help it. I wanted to run up to the cashier and tell her that they are selling a drug addict rapist to children. They are selling a sexual predator and donāt even know it. But I know even if I did that, his toys would be out on the floor as soon as I left. Because people donāt now. Parents donāt know how terrible and toxic he is. How he hurts and destroys the best part of you. All they know is his funny voices and his characters. The back of the package called him a hero. Iām sorry but a hero doesnāt disrespect, abuse, rape, and drug women. He is not a hero. He is not a role model. He is a sick sick man.
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