A STRANGER OBSESSION

All this time I believed it was the Audio Thief. How many years ingrained in me to notice the signs & the timing. That's why I kept the sweater for so long.  The Famous Blue Sweater..... The sweater I wore the night I got out of his Porsche and onto the Plane. CONTINUE READING - PATREON - FAMOUS BLUE SWEATER

First I accepted the dual reality that the Stalking Victims protocol did not work, and Law Enforcement did not view Stalking as a "real crime".  After 4 years of continued harassment, it was plainly clear that ignoring, denying attention and simply carrying on were completely ineffectual.  The protocol simply had no effect, other than to inconvenience me of both time and money, and establish me as a mental case. CONTINUE READING - PATREON - IN THE BEGINNING - 3

Sometimes it was obvious and disturbing: a locked door propped open, the TV on and switched to a channel I never watch, a shampoo bottle in the office or a pair of shoes in the bath tub.  Sometimes it was subtle and insidious: the knick knacks on the bookshelf neatly re arranged, or a book seemingly out of place on the living room floor.  It always occurred on a Thursday or Friday, never on a weekend and never at the beginning of the work week. CONTINUE READING - PATREON - IN THE BEGINNING - 2

Originally Published May 2009 It started in 2003.  My apartment was robbed, someone broke in through the Kitchen window.  The police were sure it was neighborhood kids based on the items taken, but would not listen to me when I pointed out some obvious issues with their theory: They stole the Play Station 2, but only 1 controller They did not steal any PS2 games They stole jewelry, but only the real jewelry, leaving the costume jewelry behind.  And more specifically, only the jewelry given to me by my ex-husband. I believed at the time it happened that they stole all of my music CDs, only to discover days later that they had in fact collected every CD in the house, placed it in a re-usable shopping bag and tucked it on to the very top shelf of my bedroom closet. That was the beginning of the Stalking, as far as I knew.  It could have started many years earlier, but this was the first time I had definitive proof that someone was watching me. When my garage...