I would like to start a discussion of what's the right way to deal with it when going to the police, d...
I know what you feel like. I was stalked and harassed and initially was very happy when I first reported the incidents to security personell.
But that changed very quickly, because things started to get a lot more complicated. It took me years to find out what really happened behind the scenes. Corrupt security people who had my evidence on camera and then decided to simply destroy it were only the beginning. I figured out years later that all of the people who worked in that security office had something to hide, and not little things. They employed married men who in turn hired their own little prostitutes into the security department, the list goes on and on.
That in itself I could handle, after all it was their life they messed up. But then I realized that they harassed me too, using employees that worked at my workplace were all that happened. They libeled, harassed, lied, covered up evidence, the works.
What really hit the bottom out of the barrel was the fact that they became involved in my private life without ever asking permission to do so. I was faced with corrupt security personell that also knew the predator that followed me around, even befriended the predator. He in turn was very happy to use them for his own needs.
What I had long suspected became fact, that some of them showed interests in me and therefore had watched my predator long before I even had to report him, even after the fact now I know that there were people who were jealous of the person that stalked me, who in turn copied his criminal actions, who in turn attempted to get closer to me via using the situations that I was forced into.
I do not trust security employees anymore, never will, police only gave me the runaround after attempting to report repeated threats against my life.
I am currently reading the book from Anita Hill, in it she stated that every sexual assault victim is on their own. And she is totally right about that.
