Let’s set the record straight

My life was profoundly disrupted by being stalked and harassed, and law enforcement only made an already devastating situation even worse. Instead of feeling protected and supported, I was ultimately forced into independence and forced to live a “healthy” life, to workout because the alternative was unhealthy, leaving me to deal with the consequences of the harassment and law enforcement largely on my own.

What hurts most is not simply the circumstances themselves, but the contrast in how I was treated compared to others. I was expected to struggle on my own, without the same support or understanding, while other individuals have been given years of stability, protection, and support. It has left me feeling abandoned and betrayed, as though my needs and wellbeing never mattered in the same way. I have had to rebuild my life under circumstances I never would have chosen, while watching other people receive the support I desperately needed. That double standard, particularly when it comes to altering appearances and being dishonest, has left me feeling deeply betrayed by the people who should have supported me.

The contrast has been incredibly painful. I feel like I was denied the same understanding, compassion, and support that others were willingly provided. I did not choose to have my life disrupted by being stalked and harassed, and I did not choose the circumstances that followed. Yet I have been the one expected to carry the burden and rebuild my life largely on my own.

There is a great deal of emphasis placed on intent. The litany of crimes and violations has been portrayed as an effort to better my life, lead with honesty, and put in the work necessary to live a happy life. However, the tables quickly turned when honesty was thrown out the window and the complete lack of accountability for what actually transpired continues to be dismissed.

My life was ruined, leaving permanent scars and lasting effects on my overall wellbeing. I still feel shackled to this day by the unrelenting trauma and the inability to move forward. What I experienced was deeply serious. My medication was tampered with, my social media accounts were illegally accessed, leaving me completely isolated, there was wire fraud, and I experienced a complete loss of power and autonomy over my own life. That is time I will never get back, and yet I am accused of being the one to blame.

It is important to look at everything in its totality rather than assessing individuals through a biased lens. Intent cannot erase consequences, and claims of wanting to help cannot excuse the harm that was actually done. I was continually violated, stripped of my sense of safety and autonomy, and left to deal with consequences that continue to affect me. What kind of life is there to live after everything that has transpired? I have no other option but to turn to a medicated haze in order to continuing to live.

My reactions did not happen in a vacuum, and there was a reason I reached the point of no return. It’s difficult to watch people focus on defending a bias while overlooking the entirety of what I’ve endured. Three years is a long time to live through something, and that time deserves to be acknowledged—not minimized, rewritten, or brushed aside because it’s more convenient to focus on one part of the story. The people who were there, the people who knew, and the people who benefited from the circumstances should all have to reckon with their part in those three years. What’s currently happening doesn’t erase what happened before it, and it shouldn’t become a distraction from the accountability that’s still owed from the past three years.

If privacy truly matters, it has to apply consistently—including to the person who endured the harm.