Yesterday, I listened to Ann Moulds’ story. I wasn’t looking for stalking cases; it just popped up.
Yeah, we’re being told we are making it up, or that we are making a fuss over nothing, or that it’s our own fault, that we’re asking for it. Because we are women or because we are single women or because we’re educated single women. Anything.
Me, I’ve learned a lot, also about stalkers, but I’ve also lost a lot. I too no longer trust a soul, for example. If only that were all. I used to enjoy writing, I used to enjoy music, I used to enjoy being with people, all of that and much more is gone now.
There’s gotta be something positive that I can do with this. There has to be.
I would like to interview you two. I mean it. Yes, this time I am talking to you. I want to start having conversations with you that I can record because this is a humongous problem and nobody is doing anything about remedying it.
Otherization makes it possible, otherization of us silly stalked women, but otherization also often causes it.
I can’t do a thing about the rest of the mess in the world but this is something that maybe I can do a little bit about and, ha ha, I can’t get rid of you anyway.
Yesterday, I spotted something happening on the screen and it made me check something on a different piece of equipment and that is when I saw what you had done. There was no point in continuing after that.
(The stuff about tc meant you had to be up to something again, that too, but that’s in hindsight.)
