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Since this forum provides some anoniminity, I'll be open about a serious problem affecting me. A lot of you guys are no BS hardliners and/or intelligent folk and somewhere in the middle of these two things lies a plausible solution to my problem.
First, about 7 years ago, (yes, 7 years) I was stationed in Italy. There were only about 70 of us Air Force folks stationed there since it was an Army munitions depot. There was a female there, who at the end of her 2 year tour was "discovered" to have either bugged my room or used a previous camera/microphone to watch me, tape me and collected it. If you ever have something like this happen, its sickening. I find it very hard to believe no one else knew, in fact I'm sure others knew about it but no one confessed anything and nothing could be proven. Besides this girl is a psychotic whore, who knows what sort of "favors" took place to keep her secret quiet. Fast forward 3 years later or in real-time, about 4 years ago. I lived near home in upstate NY in a town of less than 4K people and commuted to a university. No real jobs in my town, just an upstate "woodsy" locale. I started getting a feeling that something was going on after I overheard conversations about me in some classes that included details about me in the Air Force and Italy that no one could have possibly known. I keep to myself so I never spoke to anyone since I was 30 and they were basically teenage kids so they couldn't have possibly known such things about me. Just for numbers again, there were less than 70 people in Italy while I was stationed there so the chances of someone stationed with me there and then going to school at the same time as me??? Anyway, it really gave me the creeps but I had to let it go and just thought it was a freak chance that someone from the Air Force and stationed in Italy was going to school there at the same time as me and as we all know, people talk so I though maybe it was somehow all grapevine. A year before I left, I saw that psycho in her car near my home. Again, in a town of less than 4K people she didn't just show u looking for a job, there's one grocery store in town. Not only easily recognizable (how may 6ft half black, half Asian women do you know that look the same?) she knew I saw and recognized her because she covered her face with a magazine as she drove by. The sickness continues... Here I am, in Arizona, halfway across the continent. Again, I overheard a conversation in class (before class began) about me with details that not one person could possibly have known given I've been here for only a few months and haven't talked to anyone about my Air Force life. I left class two weeks ago and guess who I pass as I'm riding my bike away from campus? That @#@% psycho... I was so shocked all I could do was spit at her. What was I supposed to do? Follow her to class or whereever she was going? And what? Stalk her? I am a naturally quiet and sometimes a painfully shy person, almost to the point of weird awkwardness. This problem now affects my sleep which affects my study habits which affects my grades which affects... This has to stop. If a person has done all this, when will it stop? What's too much in their mind? My question is; where do I start? No revenge nonsense. I need proof. Hire a detective? What things should I ask them to do? Cost? Finally, what things can I do myself? Nothing would make me happier to know for a fact that this psycho is in another state and I'm simply delusional but I know thinks aren't like that. Stalking is a criminal offense and I will be happy to see her get what she deserves, restraining order, jail, whatever. I will not live like this. Being forced to think about it and deal with such sick things every single day is wrong. It has slowly turned my life inside-out. I'm exhausted.I need to sleep so I'll post this and go to bed. Sorry but I'll look tomorrow and/or update the post for more feedback.
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