I was severely abused for 18 months by the resident assistant in my college dorm. I remember bits and pieces of the torture, but not his name. It was 20 years ago and I don't know what happened to him, where he is, or if he's anywhere near me (I moved across the country since then). Everytime I see an Italian name, I try it on to see if I have any reaction to it. I know it sounds stupid to obsess about the name, but it really bothers me.
Just venting. don't expect any replies.