Stalker...For Lack of a Better Word.
This one is going to require a lot more of an explanation. I had(have) a stalker. I am not 100% sure that is the right word, but it feels like it might be. Starting about 11 years ago now someone started sending me 'gifts.' Again that word does not feel totally correct but it is the only word I can think of to describe them.
In the beginning. 18 year old me, living in a dorm in Missouri, gets a package. In retrospect, I over reacted a little when I got it. It was just a fancy vibrator. I looked it up later and someone dropped at least 80$ to send me this sex toy. I know I didn't order it and I was so shocked by it that I just threw it away. I admit at that point I didn't think anything of it. It was a joke or a mistake and I moved on with my life.
Fast forward. I move back to Wyoming and start going to school in Laramie. Nothing exciting happens while I am finishing college, at least in terms of said stalker. I learn a lot about myself, like you do in college. No new gifts. So that is 5 years of nothing. I had totally forgotten about the weird package from my freshman year. I move back to Cheyenne after college and get a place with my sister. That is when package two shows up. Now this one was much more elaborate. It had multiple sex toys ranging from cheap little eggs vibrators to very expensive glass dildos. Again, I freaked out. In part because my mom was there when I got it and also because I flashed back to that first weird package. This second one came in just a normal box addressed to me from me and sent from a post office close to my apartment. Basically it looked like I had mailed myself a bunch of sex toys. No note or any indication as to the sender or the motivation for sending them. I didn't really brush this one off. I tried to investigate. Ask around about who might have sent these things. After sometime there is not much else I can do.
I move again. I find a cute house to live in and figure that whatever that was about doesn't matter. Just a weird prank. Maybe two years after package two, I get package number three. Same shipping as before, from me to me. This one had upped the game in two ways. The first being I had only been in my new place for maybe a few months and second the contents of this package suggested that whoever had sent it knew a lot about me, in ways that I had shared with little to no one. While the contents where not explicitly threatening there was a very strong implicit threat. I did seriously consider calling the police at this point. Three more than shows a pattern and the fact that I had moved and the growing aggressiveness of the contents was very worrisome. I decided that I didn't see how the police could help. I admit I also didn't want to explain why the contents freaked me out so much.
So time line time. That is package one (2007)....five years later, package two (2012)...two years later, package three (2014)...six months after that (early 2015), package four arrives.
I think package four was my final straw. Whoever this person was they seemed to have a plan and I did not want any part of it. Should I have enlisted help? Probably. Did I? No. Did I just run away by moving to another state? Yes. Do I think that this person has given up? No...
So it has been 3 and half years since I just uprooted my life and moved. It seems to have worked in that I haven't gotten any new packages. I still have no idea who was. It actually drives me crazy sometimes when I think about it. Who would send these things? Why? What was the goal or end game? Are they done? I think in total someone spent upwards of five to six hundred dollars on my gifts. Which maybe isn't a lot, but it feels like a lot for a prank and it feels like a lot to get nothing out of it.
I definitely realize that on the scope of things this isn't that bad. I was never harmed physically and whoever did this has not bothered me since I left Wyoming. I just hate that stressful feeling I get every time there is a package by my door. Mostly I hate that I don't know the who and why and that there is a good chance I never will. At this point I am hoping that writing this out will give me the chance to move on from this and not dwell on it anymore. I plan to stay at least a little vigilant because I kind of have to.
Well...that was a lot. All shared out. Thanks for reading.
Sharebear
In the beginning. 18 year old me, living in a dorm in Missouri, gets a package. In retrospect, I over reacted a little when I got it. It was just a fancy vibrator. I looked it up later and someone dropped at least 80$ to send me this sex toy. I know I didn't order it and I was so shocked by it that I just threw it away. I admit at that point I didn't think anything of it. It was a joke or a mistake and I moved on with my life.
Fast forward. I move back to Wyoming and start going to school in Laramie. Nothing exciting happens while I am finishing college, at least in terms of said stalker. I learn a lot about myself, like you do in college. No new gifts. So that is 5 years of nothing. I had totally forgotten about the weird package from my freshman year. I move back to Cheyenne after college and get a place with my sister. That is when package two shows up. Now this one was much more elaborate. It had multiple sex toys ranging from cheap little eggs vibrators to very expensive glass dildos. Again, I freaked out. In part because my mom was there when I got it and also because I flashed back to that first weird package. This second one came in just a normal box addressed to me from me and sent from a post office close to my apartment. Basically it looked like I had mailed myself a bunch of sex toys. No note or any indication as to the sender or the motivation for sending them. I didn't really brush this one off. I tried to investigate. Ask around about who might have sent these things. After sometime there is not much else I can do.
I move again. I find a cute house to live in and figure that whatever that was about doesn't matter. Just a weird prank. Maybe two years after package two, I get package number three. Same shipping as before, from me to me. This one had upped the game in two ways. The first being I had only been in my new place for maybe a few months and second the contents of this package suggested that whoever had sent it knew a lot about me, in ways that I had shared with little to no one. While the contents where not explicitly threatening there was a very strong implicit threat. I did seriously consider calling the police at this point. Three more than shows a pattern and the fact that I had moved and the growing aggressiveness of the contents was very worrisome. I decided that I didn't see how the police could help. I admit I also didn't want to explain why the contents freaked me out so much.
So time line time. That is package one (2007)....five years later, package two (2012)...two years later, package three (2014)...six months after that (early 2015), package four arrives.
I think package four was my final straw. Whoever this person was they seemed to have a plan and I did not want any part of it. Should I have enlisted help? Probably. Did I? No. Did I just run away by moving to another state? Yes. Do I think that this person has given up? No...
So it has been 3 and half years since I just uprooted my life and moved. It seems to have worked in that I haven't gotten any new packages. I still have no idea who was. It actually drives me crazy sometimes when I think about it. Who would send these things? Why? What was the goal or end game? Are they done? I think in total someone spent upwards of five to six hundred dollars on my gifts. Which maybe isn't a lot, but it feels like a lot for a prank and it feels like a lot to get nothing out of it.
I definitely realize that on the scope of things this isn't that bad. I was never harmed physically and whoever did this has not bothered me since I left Wyoming. I just hate that stressful feeling I get every time there is a package by my door. Mostly I hate that I don't know the who and why and that there is a good chance I never will. At this point I am hoping that writing this out will give me the chance to move on from this and not dwell on it anymore. I plan to stay at least a little vigilant because I kind of have to.
Well...that was a lot. All shared out. Thanks for reading.
Sharebear
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