Few months ago, I took the courage to share my story here about a stalking incident that happened last year. I am currently experiencing post traumatic stress on my daily commute because of that incident. I tend to feel uneasy and slightly paranoid at strangers approaching me when I'm alone.
After finishing our data gathering for a thesis, I went shopping in a mall near the subdivision I used to live years ago. Because I knew the place, I had no worries going there alone. It was in the late afternoon that time, and I remembered having my hair curled and wearing a jumper dress over a white long sleeved blouse and a pair of flats, which got me some attention due to the fact that wearing a skirt or a dress can get you catcalled in my place.
I waited inside a vacant tricycle except the only occupants were me and the driver. I never mind to wait for a couple of minutes until the ride is full, so I kept myself busy on the phone. Just then, a guy sat next to me, smiling. At first, (again from the previous) I ignored and went back minding my own business, but I felt my guts curling at that time. I never turned my head, but side-glanced with my hair covered.
I wished I was being paranoid, but I was not. It was that bastard again. Smiling as he inched me closer in my seat. I wished it was a coincidence, but the way he acted, it was not
I wanted to scream when I felt a hand sliding on my waist, but the driver already drove past the stop. Despite of shoving his hand away, he kept staring at me.
While I avoid his staring, I called my dad. I told him to pick me up at a certain place, then signalling him that my stalker was in the same ride as me.
Luckily, that bastard got off before my stop, but my dad wanted to personally beat him up and take him to jail. My only proof was the screenshots of the messages he sent me to my social media accounts and his photo of him staring at my back taken by a friend.
Apparently, that said stalker will never leave me alone. I found out he was planning to follow my home route when he followed my other social media accounts and messaged me how he 'badly' wanted to know me. I blocked that account, and made all my accounts private, in case he tries to connect to my account.
Hopefully, the police will take this matter seriously. My friends and batch mates who knew my recent encounter offered support to help me expose that bastard.
However, my trauma still worsen to this day when I thought it will be over. I love to travel, but thanks to a motherfucker, I become scared to step out of my room.
How will I ever handle the world once I graduate next year when I am still in fear...
After finishing our data gathering for a thesis, I went shopping in a mall near the subdivision I used to live years ago. Because I knew the place, I had no worries going there alone. It was in the late afternoon that time, and I remembered having my hair curled and wearing a jumper dress over a white long sleeved blouse and a pair of flats, which got me some attention due to the fact that wearing a skirt or a dress can get you catcalled in my place.
I waited inside a vacant tricycle except the only occupants were me and the driver. I never mind to wait for a couple of minutes until the ride is full, so I kept myself busy on the phone. Just then, a guy sat next to me, smiling. At first, (again from the previous) I ignored and went back minding my own business, but I felt my guts curling at that time. I never turned my head, but side-glanced with my hair covered.
I wished I was being paranoid, but I was not. It was that bastard again. Smiling as he inched me closer in my seat. I wished it was a coincidence, but the way he acted, it was not
I wanted to scream when I felt a hand sliding on my waist, but the driver already drove past the stop. Despite of shoving his hand away, he kept staring at me.
While I avoid his staring, I called my dad. I told him to pick me up at a certain place, then signalling him that my stalker was in the same ride as me.
Luckily, that bastard got off before my stop, but my dad wanted to personally beat him up and take him to jail. My only proof was the screenshots of the messages he sent me to my social media accounts and his photo of him staring at my back taken by a friend.
Apparently, that said stalker will never leave me alone. I found out he was planning to follow my home route when he followed my other social media accounts and messaged me how he 'badly' wanted to know me. I blocked that account, and made all my accounts private, in case he tries to connect to my account.
Hopefully, the police will take this matter seriously. My friends and batch mates who knew my recent encounter offered support to help me expose that bastard.
However, my trauma still worsen to this day when I thought it will be over. I love to travel, but thanks to a motherfucker, I become scared to step out of my room.
How will I ever handle the world once I graduate next year when I am still in fear...