Stalked
Jul 24, 2009 4:05:25 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2009 4:05:25 GMT
Have you ever been stalked by someone? What was it like? How did you deal with it? How did it end up?
I've had a couple of stalkers in my life. One was a fellow whom I met around the same time I met Mr. C. This person whom I will refer to as F, began hanging around the restaurant where I worked at the time. He was acquainted with the owners and regulars at the restaurant so it was not that he was a stranger although strange he was.
He started off by just hanging around. Nice enough guy,very bright with a bit of a schizoid demeanor about him. I would talk to him and was friendly enough to him but then he started appearing everywhere I went. He wrote me poems,rather ballads. One was titled The Ballad of the Oak Street Sinistral (Oak Street being the locale of the restaurant and other neighborhood haunts) which was very amusing and somewhat flattering. I have it somewhere.
Everyone was pretty aware of his infatuation bordering on obsession with me but kind of laughed it off deeming him harmless.
He would present me with little gifts such as reflectors for my bicycle and little trinkets.
I had to start blowing him off because I was becoming increasingly anxious and annoyed.
After a while he finally let up during which time I was fairly involved with Mr. C.
Years later I found out that he had been the patient of a doctor who became my mentor.
Somehow his name came up,I think I saw his outpatient chart lying on a desk.
I inquired after him and the Dr. all of a sudden says "Oh my God, YOU"RE the Casimira F. has been talking about for the last 2 years in therapy. Jeez,I was worried about this person and now I know who it is".
Gave me the heebie jeebies but I was never bothered by him again. I run into him every now and then and we exchange greetings.
I've had a couple of stalkers in my life. One was a fellow whom I met around the same time I met Mr. C. This person whom I will refer to as F, began hanging around the restaurant where I worked at the time. He was acquainted with the owners and regulars at the restaurant so it was not that he was a stranger although strange he was.
He started off by just hanging around. Nice enough guy,very bright with a bit of a schizoid demeanor about him. I would talk to him and was friendly enough to him but then he started appearing everywhere I went. He wrote me poems,rather ballads. One was titled The Ballad of the Oak Street Sinistral (Oak Street being the locale of the restaurant and other neighborhood haunts) which was very amusing and somewhat flattering. I have it somewhere.
Everyone was pretty aware of his infatuation bordering on obsession with me but kind of laughed it off deeming him harmless.
He would present me with little gifts such as reflectors for my bicycle and little trinkets.
I had to start blowing him off because I was becoming increasingly anxious and annoyed.
After a while he finally let up during which time I was fairly involved with Mr. C.
Years later I found out that he had been the patient of a doctor who became my mentor.
Somehow his name came up,I think I saw his outpatient chart lying on a desk.
I inquired after him and the Dr. all of a sudden says "Oh my God, YOU"RE the Casimira F. has been talking about for the last 2 years in therapy. Jeez,I was worried about this person and now I know who it is".
Gave me the heebie jeebies but I was never bothered by him again. I run into him every now and then and we exchange greetings.