In late 2019, I went to a clothing store with my family. A group of my former friends walked in and proceeded to hide in the changing-room and secretly take photos of me while I was not looking. I was only notified of them once a member of their group-chat sent me a message warning me. I fled the store.
Do you know what it feels like to be watched? For those who despise you the most to observe your every move? I am tracked no matter what I do. Every move I’ve ever made or will make is seen, archived, and talked about by those who want nothing more than to watch me suffer. Pictures of me, whether they’re years old or newly taken are cherished and hunted. Any new information on me is desired and even begged for, in order to create new ridicule and keep interest in me alive. With this, I give you my glimpse into how it felt being watched. I am not an important person. Leave me alone.
If you have ever dealt with online stalkers, I hope that you may find some sort of solace in this.