Saturday, September 21, 2013

Why, I'm really not flattered, you freak.

Have you ever been stalked?

I mean, followed continuously by someone? Followed in your internet activity, your work life, email, banking, social circles, etc? It's creepy, not to mention for a large portion of those experienced with being stalked-it's dangerous.

"According to the Supplemental Victimization Survey (SVS), individuals are classified as stalking victims if they experienced at least one of these behaviors on at least two separate occasions. In addition, the individuals must have feared for their safety or that of a family member as a result of the course of conduct, or have experienced additional threatening behaviors that would cause a reasonable person to feel fear.
The SVS measured stalking behaviors as:
  • making unwanted phone calls
  • sending unsolicited or unwanted letters or e-mails
  • following or spying on the victim
  • showing up at places without a legitimate reason
  • waiting at places for the victim
  • leaving unwanted items, presents, or flowers
  • posting information or spreading rumors about the victim on the internet, in a public place, or by word of mouth. 
  • creepy,right?"

I have a stalker. And it's a female. Weird. In fact, I'm quite sure she's reading this right now and trying to come up with some kind of way to blame me for even writing this! And as with so many stalkers, mine is crazy in the head too. In fact, it has been determined that this person most likely suffers from BPD. This is Borderline Personality Disorder. Classified in 1980 as a real disorder, here is more information:

'Because some people with severe BPD have brief psychotic episodes, experts originally thought of this illness as atypical, or borderline, versions of other mental disorders. While mental health experts now generally agree that the name "borderline personality disorder" is misleading, a more accurate term does not exist yet.

Most people who have BPD suffer from:

Problems with regulating emotions and thoughts
Impulsive and reckless behavior
Unstable relationships with other people.

People with this disorder also have high rates of co-occurring disorders, such as depression, anxiety disorders, substance abuse, and eating disorders, along with self-harm, suicidal behaviors, and completed suicides.'


I have had bank account issues with this person in the past where she got into my account and tracked income and purchases.I came soooooo close to prosecuting this whacko, but the detective said that it would not be worth it in the end. Internet crime was rarely prosecutable then, although I do wish I would have made an example of her now. So now, everything is double password protected. 
     
This sad human has greatly interfered with my family relationships and friendship to gain what from it???I do not know. I do know for a fact that she is a drug addict and addiction is typical of those suffering with BPD. I have no idea (she is not kind enough to give me a heads up) when said stalker will drive by, prank call or try to wedge themselves into my life again.A protection Order does nothing because you'd have to be lovers or blood related-which thankfully we are not. but it's still creepy to know someone's watching you.

Why would someone stalk in the first place? Don't they have their own life to attend to? You would think so, but no. There are a million reasons why people get obsessed with other people. For mine it's envy, jealousy and insecurity. (Well, duh. Are the first two really just symptoms of the latter?) Either way, it's sad. I haven't had to call the police on her for quite a while now, although I've had to send someone to track her just to make sure my kids and I are safe. I am aware of where she works, lives and hangs out because it is smart to be proactive in this situation. I've had to make my children aware of this person and their craziness because it might factor into their reality one day.Children shouldn't have to know such things.


But won't this post have the potential to stir the beastly woman?  Probably. Or maybe not. I don't care. I already have a long report built against this person just in case they interfere again. It was a secret, but I guess now she knows. Oops! But I do care if YOU have a stalker or know someone who does. Never take it lightly. Report them and every incident you have. Stop waiting and protect yourself.

For any problems or concerns about stalking, please contact www.victimsofcrime.org 

Don't wait or think too long. Serious problems can arise very quickly and to reason this out of your mind as if this is not potentially dangerous is foolish. For me, my creeper has done a lot of damage in my life and I can never repair it. BUT I feel good knowing that I am not the one with a drug addiction. Not the one wasting my life obsessing over other people. Not the one out of control or the one who has to find self worth in men. Nor the one who has to find sick satisfaction from spying on their stalkee. (Is that a real word? I'm using it!)

No, I have Peace granted to me through the Prince of Peace.I do what I can to keep me & my children safe.I live a life of integrity and high values and can rest my head on my pillow at night because I know The One who protects me." Psalm 4:8: In peace I will both lie down and sleep, for you alone, Lord, make me dwell in safety."

Monday, September 9, 2013

When You Poison The Dog (Accidentally!)

                                               This is my dog. Oh, and there's the cat.
                                                    (The cat stories will have to wait.)

Poor Isabella. Or as I've called her at times: Dog. Pretty simple and to the point. After all, dogs aren't my thing. They're not my 'cup of tea' nor the welcoming face I long to see at the end of a hard day. Dogs smell and they bark and they pee on the floor (a lot) and they just aren't cuddly like kitty kats. And they smell.

But our Isabella is turning out to be quite another story. She might just make it here in our little rowhome in South Central Penciltuckey. (Sound it out.) You see, the kids got her for their daddy for Father's Day last year: "So cute Mommy! She has a curly tail, Mommy! She looks like a sausage Mommy!" Part Pug, part Terrier-somethin'. Cute. Small. Little poops. Deal.
      But then Daddy divorced Mommy and LEFT the dog. Sometimes, I didn't know which was worse. I know you think that sounds bad...because it does. Who cares, it's my story.
Anyhoo, so now she's mine, as the kids remind me EVERY DAY. How lucky we are to still have her...yup....lucky ducky doggie.
Naturally then, the Dog gets fleas. And, being a small dog, I resist the Frontline and knock-offs because I care about this dog now. So we fight with essential oils, among other things. And it was a tough battle for a bit there. Until the other night when I ACCIDENTALLY poisoned the Dog. Yes. Me. It was horrible.(It was a long day and I am one tired mama!) I woke up in a panic because I realized I used straight Tea Tree Oil on her topically, instead of her usual treatment. The bottles were so easily confuse-able!! So I woke up to a dog that was half paralyzed and had hypothermia.
         Have you ever ever poisoned your dog? Your childrens' dog?? Let me tell you-it's not a good thing to do. These kids would need years of therapy after this, on top of everything else! I called Animal Poison Control (www.petpoisonhelpline.com )  and those people wanted $39 before you could even speak to someone. What???So, instead I googled the crap out of Tea Tree toxicity to dogs and was mortified to find out that most dogs her size slip into a coma and never wake up...............................
                                                            But this one did.

I immediately gave her a bath with Miracle Soap, because boy-did I need a miracle. (It's actually wonderful stuff. Find it here: www.miraclesoap.com )Then, after wrapping her in warm towels, I used a syringe to shoot activated charcoal-laced water into her mouth. She was so weak at first, but eventually she was able to drink from my hands. She slept for a loooong time.
  That was 2 days ago. This morning, when I came downstairs to check on this little doggie that I love now so much, she was back to her old self. She had already pooped on the floor and her tail was thumping like crazy. She was barking at neighbors and playing -eat-your-thigh with the kitty again. She's been running all day, in fact. You would never know that I almost killed her stone cold in the last 48 hours. Praise God for this miracle. She should, by all accounts, be dead. I read that even 10-15 drops can kill a dog this size. And poor Isabella, I must have rubbed in 25-30 some odd drops deep into her legs! Yikes!

      But, I guess she's meant to be here with us. She's obviously not going anywhere soon.