Mr. J, a Former Professor Series – Entry 80: Final-ish. I guess.
Hi you all,
This might not be the last entry ever, but it will likely be the last where I talk much about this case. No one is paying me, threatening me, or pressuring me to stop. It’s just that—I feel like I’ve said enough.
I might still publish a few more advanced entries, because I’ve got a lot of ideas on how to explore this story through different lenses. But I’m not making any promises to anyone.
After the holiday, I received an email from a professor in the UK. I took her advice to heart. She told me: “Keep writing if it helps, but don’t let it consume your whole life. People like Johnston are everywhere.” At the time, I saw this series as creative expression. I even found it funny sometimes. But I started to notice that the people around me—friends, mentors, readers—took it very seriously. Some laughed with me, some got visibly upset. And while I love sharing with those who laugh, I can’t ignore how it feels for people who care about me, watching me stay entangled in something that was supposed to be over.
I have a life ahead. Like I said, I’m still in the middle of my common law course. I have tons of readings unfinished, courses paused, books unopened. I have friends I haven’t seen.
After the recent trips, I slowed down. I was drinking a bit, spending time with people, and for the first time in a while, I felt my brain relaxing into something else—new connections, new things to care about.
So if you’re here asking:
“What actually happened?”
“What kind of relationship did you have with Johnston?”
“How the hell did this turn into 80 entries?”
Let me answer.
This entire series is based on real experiences and materials. It came from the questions I had while Johnston was still harassing me. The more I investigated those questions, the more answers I found—and once I had the answer, I wrote it down. Some came from conversations with my mother, like Entry 34: Forensic Behavioral-Somatic Report. She always said, “He looks like a criminal.” That stuck with me. It made me wonder: why do we instinctively read faces that way?
Entry 41 and Entry 70 came from my research on Florida men. Entry 17: What’s Your Favorite Song? was basically a playlist I found on TikTok that captured the emotional mess better than I could write at the time.
I met Johnston while he was pursuing a 22-year-old Indonesian girl. They weren’t officially together, but he told me he was going to marry her and buy her a house. I found it odd when she said that even after marriage, she wouldn’t live with him much. But I didn’t question it—until she told him: “We’re not dating, we’re not friends. I just choose you as my provider.” She added that she needed a lot of alone time, and even after marriage, there would be no kissing, no holding hands—because being seen with Johnston would make her look like a gold digger.
I was Johnston’s “friend.” We talked about her a lot. I once asked him, “What would you tell your family if you married her? That she doesn’t want to meet any of them?” He couldn’t answer.
He didn’t defend her. Just like he didn’t defend me. Just like, I imagine, he didn’t defend his ex-wife—who filed a TPO against him.
My first impression of Johnston was that he had incredibly low self-esteem. He accepted being with someone who didn’t seem to value him. That’s just what I thought when I saw Aria and how she interacted. I wasn’t jealous—it was more that something just felt off.
He said he wanted to be with me too. But he couldn’t let go of his “commitment” to Aria. Apparently, Aria was fine with him having another partner before their wedding. And I said, okay—if that’s the arrangement, then I get to see other people too. That was my boundary.
Johnston wanted me to be exclusive with him, while he was building a commitment with someone else. He cried when I had another man calling me while we were together. Yes—cried.
Publication for reference:
- Entry 39: Open Relationship
Later, he claimed he gave up on Aria (though still said he’d provide for her because “he made a promise”). He said he’d support me too—he even told me he’d pay for my tuition—but that never happened. Instead, he insulted my parents and kept harassing me long after our breakup. Just to clarify: I never asked him for tuition money after we ended. But he kept messaging me anyway.
Throughout the relationship, I couldn’t really respect him. Every time he got upset, he’d pull out the breakup card. Again and again. Even when things were fine, even after I asked him to stop using that as a threat. I always tried to reconcile, to talk things out. One time I called him and got two full days of silent treatment. He didn’t say a word to me—but then he went on Substack and announced our breakup. Publicly.
I moved on immediately. I started dating someone new within days.
Screenshot captured on March 3, 2025. The original post/account has since been deleted or made unavailable.
Let the record show:
– He’s the one who kept saying we should break up.
– He’s the one who announced it on Substack without even telling me first.
– He’s also the one who spent four months harassing and begging me to come back.
Do you know what it would mean if I had stayed?
Let me say it plainly:
I would’ve had to give up on my dream of living abroad—because he couldn’t afford it.
But I want to be out there. I want to live somewhere modern, somewhere where I have opportunities. I want to visit places like Texas or York, not just because of what they offer but because I want to see, hear, and learn. I want people to teach me how to speak like an Australian. I want to listen to new voices.
Please—don’t make me stay in one place.
Please—don’t block my learning.
Please—don’t make my head keep looping that song:
“All around me are familiar faces / Worn-out places, worn-out faces.”
Being with Johnston – a man 33 years older than me, emotionally unavailable, and someone who claims to have $1.2 million in assets – was never a path to safety, let alone love.
If he were the father of my children, would he work harder so they could have a better education than I had? No. He would probably complain about how expensive life is. He always did.
Even if he gave me that 1.2 million – would that ever be enough? Enough to cover the emotional labor, the years lost, the damage done to my sense of safety and autonomy? No.
I say no.
I say no to being with someone who crossed the line, who harassed me, who never understood consent.
I don’t want someone like Johnston to be near me. I don’t want him to be part of my life. I blocked him. He keeps finding ways to contact me. He even threatened to come to my city after the breakup – without my consent.
He once raised his hand to me. And in that moment, I saw clearly: this is not a safe man. This is not a future I want.
This photo was taken during what appeared to be an ordinary moment.
But this was also the same face he made when he raised his hand to me — not in love, but in threat.
Sometimes, abuse doesn’t leave bruises. It leaves frozen snapshots burned into memory.
Excerpt of a nationally recognised Temporary Protection Order (TPO) issued by Magistrates Court Brisbane, 25/06/2024.
This order prohibits the respondent from contact, proximity, or online communication with the aggrieved and her children, citing domestic violence protection grounds.
In June 2024, a Queensland court issued a Temporary Protection Order against Patrick James Johnston, valid until June 2025.
There was another woman once had to seek a Protection Order to feel safe from him.
He was previously the subject of a domestic violence protection order, filed by a former partner.
This is not the first time.
Note on Naming:
The subject of these verses is identified by name due to the severity of the public threats made during that period.
Naming is not intended to humiliate, but to preserve the integrity of the record and reflect the seriousness of the documented behavior.
While the individual has since responded publicly, the response has not addressed the core evidence. In such cases, visibility remains necessary. Selective rebuttal is not accountability.
Full evidence archive submitted to QPS, TEQSA, AHRC, and Ethics Australia: View here.
Read the full series
- Entry 1: The Man Who Taught Me Ethics by Failing All of Them
- Entry 2: The Disappearance of the Public Poet
- Entry 3: The Hanging Tree Case Study
- Entry 4: Hidden Like Accountability
- Entry 5: The Collapse of Assumptions
- Entry 6: The Ethics of a Tinder Bio
- Entry 7: How He Ate Told Me Everything
- Entry 8: What Makes a Scholar Dangerous
- Entry 9: Fragment of Life, Fragment of Accountability
- Entry 10: Anatomy of Disappointment
- Entry 11: Legal Defense Challenges: A Framing Statement
- Entry 12: Six Years After Ronell – What Academia Still Doesn’t Get
- Entry 13: QUT and The Man Who Raped Me
- Entry 14: Why Sarcasm Toward Institutions Can Backfire
- Entry 15: P*ssy or Toxic Masculinity?
- Entry 16: Who is Your Favorite Comedian?
- Entry 17: And What is Your Favorite Song?
- Entry 18: Grant Proposal — Narrative Ethics as Survivor-Led Forensics
- Entry 19: The Coward Behind the Clone
- Entry 20: [URGENT HIRE] CRISIS COMMUNICATIONS SPECIALIST
- Entry 21: [URGENT] Legal Counsel Needed for Complex Reputation Rehabilitation
- Entry 22: YOU’RE AN ABUSER. STOP CONTACTING ME
- Entry 23: Seeking Counsel for a Fallen Academic
- Entry 24: Internal Legal-PR Briefing
- Entry 25: For Journalists – Legal & Ethical Clearance Summary
- Entry 26: Symbolic Prostitution, Transactional Intimacy, or Just a “Loan”?
- Entry 28: Why He Simply Cannot Shut Up
- Entry 29: Forensic Commentary on “LARGE Language Muddle”
- Entry 30: Don’t Just Threaten My Future. Because I’m Going To Archive Your Present
- Entry 31: Open Letter to the Person Who Tried to Break Me with Defamation
- Entry 32: Defamation, Harassment, Doxxing Class 101
- Entry 33: Confidential Crisis Recovery Proposal
- Entry 34: Forensic Behavioral-Somatic Report
- Entry 35: Forensic Commentary on the Tattoos
- Entry 36: QUT and the Abuser They Once Had
- Entry 38: When Poetry Becomes Revenge Porn
- Entry 40: A Man Built for Applause, Not Accountability
- Entry 41: Neurobehavioral Addendum
- Entry 43: Why Does It Sound Like a War Metaphor?
- Entry 44: Forensic Commentary on Racialized and Fetishizing Language in “Hidden Like Rice”
- Entry 45: Public Misuse of Former Academic Affiliation
- Entry 46: The Two Things That Didn’t Leave a Bad Impression
- Entry 47: When Affection is Just an Alibi (A Bundy-Inspired Reflection)
- Entry 48: Humbert, Lolita, and the Fetish of Fragility
- Entry 49: The Fetish of Smallness as Symbolic Violence
- Entry 50: Motif Risk Analysis
- Entry 52: Can an Abuser Be a Good Father?
- Entry 53: Who Protects the Children?
- Entry 54: From Blackmail to Children
- Entry 55: A Letter I’ll Never Send
- Entry 56: Outc(L)assed - Critical Race Analysis
- Entry 57: Forensic Breakdown: “A Voidance” by Johnston
- Entry 58: Johnston, Who Raised You?
- Entry 59: Public Financial Terms & Narrative Conditions
- Entry 60: What Kind of Future Do You Think Awaits You?
- Entry 61: Why I Believe He Has No Real PR or Legal Team
- Entry 62: Why I Can Legally (and Ethically) Call You a Pathetic Pig
- Entry 63: Tell Me You’re a Pathetic Pig Without Telling Me You’re a Pathetic Pig
- Entry 65: Did Your Mother Teach You To Speak Like This?
- Entry 66: Nobody Cares Anyway
- Entry 67: Patrick James Johnston
- Entry 68: This Man is A Sexual Abuser
- Entry 69: The “Farewell” Email
- Entry 70: Australia’s Version of Florida Man, Except With Fewer Alligators and More Poems
- Entry 71: Literary Necromancy
- Entry 73: Can You Be Named in a Will If They Only Have Your Bank Account?
- Entry 74: Why Patrick James Johnston Cannot Sue Me for Defamation
- Entry 76: Dr. Pussy — The Scholar of Infinite Goodbyes
- Entry 77: Curriculum Vitae_Patrick James Johnston
- Entry 78: Behavioral Replication as Evidenced by Prior TPO
- Entry 79: Forensic Narrative Valuation Statement
- Entry 80: Final-ish. I guess (you are here)
- Entry 81: How Johnston Constructs Moral Immunity through the Figure of Aria
- Entry 82: Aria as an Emotional Script
- Entry 83: The Archetype of Aria
- Entry 84: Cambridge Man Accidentally Buys Invisible Wife
- Entry 85: The Invisible Bride, The Defenseless Provider
- Entry 87: From Aria to Linh — The Making of a Feminized Archetype in Coercive Male Narratives
- Reflection: The Miscalculation
(More entries coming soon)
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