I learned how to file a police report for ‘stalking’, and how to get a victim protection order in the state of Oklahoma.
Yes, I have a real-life, for real stalker.
Its something my parents have been worried about since I started this blog. They have actually been pissed at me for agreeing to do debates, and such, considering the lunacy of True Believers.
The man whos stalking me?
Just got obsessed with me since he got put in a near-by half-way house (reminder: all of my ‘neighbors’ are half-way houses. I do not live in a ‘nice part of town’). I have no idea what his name is. I have no idea who he is. I have no idea why he was in this half-way house.
All I know is, he waits for me to go to and come home from work. He has followed me to work. He has tried very hard to find out where I work. He has tried to contact me at work. He has tried to get into my apartment building on numerous occasions, by lying to my neighbors (‘Oh, I saw her fall down while she was running her dog! I wanted to come by and check on her… would you let me in?’). And while he has never been lewd or suggestive, he regularly ‘asks me out’ and comments on my figure. He has done this to another woman in the neighborhood.
Its stopping with me.
OU-PD was absolutely fantastic. They took me very seriously, put a detective on the case, and found out who this guy is in about 45 minutes, from the minimal information I gave them. Luckily (?), this guy is not a rapist or a murderer. He is ‘just’ a severe alcoholic, and apparently, a fucking idiot. OU-PD told me exactly what to do, exactly how to do it, and how to keep safe.
I mean, you all know me. And it was still hard for me to go to the cops. This has been going on for months. I thought this behavior was getting excessive, but I couldnt shake the thought ‘Am I just exaggerating this? I mean he hasnt tried to hurt me…’, but once I starting listing things off to the cops, they were like ‘Yeaaaaaaah… this is bad. You need to get a protective order.’
So that was my activity for the day.
And my brother had to put his dog to sleep. That dog loved him so much (she didnt give a rats ass about me if he was around. dogs love me). My brother is *me*, so he found out Friday he had to put her to sleep, but he took her home to spend one last weekend with her. He couldnt do it on Friday. Her name was Speckles. My grown ass brother named a dog he found on the street ‘Speckles’. I hate this feeling.
Oh, and I found out a childhood neighbor died. Lovely old lady.
And I might have just invented something that will be The HIV Vaccine(TM) (in like 15 years).
Im going to sleep.