But no matter what I did, the stalker seemed to always be one step ahead. They would find out where I was going and show up there too. They would send me gifts and letters, telling me how much they “loved” me and how they wanted to be with me.
The stalker, who I later found out was a person I had met briefly a few years earlier, had become obsessed with me. They would show up at my work, my home, and even my favorite coffee shop. They would watch me, follow me, and send me messages constantly. Harassed By A Stalker 2013 72018
Finally, after months of harassment, the stalker was caught. They were arrested and charged with stalking and harassment. It was a relief, a huge weight off my shoulders. But no matter what I did, the stalker
I was terrified. I didn’t know what to do or who to turn to. I felt like I was being watched all the time, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of being in danger. I started to change my daily routine, avoiding certain places and people, just to try and stay safe. The stalker, who I later found out was
I knew I had to do something, but I didn’t know what. I went to the police, but they seemed to take it lightly. They told me to “be careful” and to “keep a record” of the incidents, but they didn’t seem to take it seriously.