Content warning: this post discusses stalking.
For three years, I was stalked by a woman I had never met. When the stalking started, this woman was a former girlfriend of the man I had recently began dating. By the time she was charged with Unlawful Stalking more than three years later, my partner and I were married. We'd bought a home together. Our children had moved from primary to high school. My brother had a baby. My grandmother passed away. Life went on, but she was always there.
During this time, I received continuous streams of direct messages via various social media channels and text. If I blocked her account, she would make new ones. Sometimes in her own name, and other times, using fake names—but she always made sure I knew it was her. She never concealed her identity. Not back then, anyway.
Sometimes, the contact was daily and intense; other times, weeks of silence would pass. She would attack my appearance, my work, my family; make threats, spread rumours, and mimic my actions. And she would watch.
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I never knew what was coming, or when. I followed the usual advice — block and ignore. But, the more I ignored it, the longer it went on. And the longer it went on, the more intense it became. She abused, insulted and threatened me. She contacted members of my family, and eventually took her assault public, using imagery, memes, captions and hashtags to deliver her vulgar messages. My online identity was stolen, my address was posted online. She knew where I’d been. She knew where I lived. How? I may never know.
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