I'm in a bit of a shock right now. Long story but bear with me:
So here's what happened, from my perspective. I work as a doctor at a small town clinic. For a few weeks, things have been tense between me and a female physiotherapist I work with (let's call her K). We used to be friendly, joking around and having a good time. Nothing more than that, just office pals. Then things changed. She started distancing herself and was visibly uncomfortable around me. Her friends at the office started acting similarly last week. At first, I didn't think much of it. I have a ton of stuff to do anyway and put off dealing with it. Maybe she was going through something. Maybe she had a jealous boyfriend. Who knew. I figured I should talk to her at some point when I got the chance (I didn't, work got in the way) and time rushed by.
Today, my bosses preempted me. They called me up to their office without saying why. I was nervous, I'll tell you that. Like I said, I'm a doctor. Worst case scenario? I've killed someone and is about to be told about it. That... wasn't it. At all. Instead, they told me I needed to stop sending text messages to K.
This came as something of a surprise considering I've never sent her a text message. Ever. We don't have any contact whatsoever outside work. After a few moments of confusion and momentary distrust they believed me (thank God). We decided to call up K as well and sort out whatever was going on.
This.... is where it gets seriously weird. Turns out, two months ago K got a text message from an unknown number. Let's call the sender D, for dick (which is going to prove apt as we proceed)
- D: wanna hang out??
- K: who's this?
- D: [my first name]
- K: [my last name]?
- D: Yeah ;)
That's where things start getting derailed. Badly. This D character got filthy. REALLY filthy. K didn't want to tell us all the details and had deleted most of the messages, but it was sexual stuff. What kind of positions she likes. If we should hook up. What she was wearing. I'm guessing dick pics even if K didn't mention any.
K couldn't believe her eyes. I'm not that kind of guy (no, really, quite the opposite in fact) and she couldn't square the me in person with how D - claiming to be me - was acting in the messages. She tried asking things she though only I could know and... strangely... D passed as me. K still didn't understand how I could be such a split personality, but how could she think otherwise? Plenty of sickos out there.
This went on for two months. Two. Fucking. Months. She repeatedly tried to tell D to stop but he never did. Two weeks ago she told another coworker - a mutual friend - to tell me I shouldn't message her because she had a boyfriend. I didn't get why at all. I figured the boyfriend was a jealous POS and she was trying to do preemptive damage control in case I ever messaged her in the future. So I told the friend to tell her I wouldn't, send thought that was it.
D obviously didn't stop. This is where things got genuinely tense because, in Ks eyes, that's where I really passed over into psychopath #metoo scumbag territory (it is boggles my mind how she put up with "me" for as long as she did). This guy was relentless. We had a kick off during a weekend and she got a sexual message while was seated two rows away. She thought "I" was insane.
She instantly believed me too. Thank God. We checked the number sending the messages and it obviously wasn't mine. We tried searching for it (I live in Sweden that have public databases for that) and came up with nothing. You can get yourself removed from the databases if you want. Well... not completely empty. One database had no information but did show that 780 people had searched for the same number before and one had added a comment: "[my name] [different last name]". Yes, quotes included. Looks like a serial stalker.
I'm at a bit of a loss. K is going to talk to everyone who's heard about the drama and get my reputation restored (thanks K!) but we'll need to do something more. We should report it to the police. At least that way, we might get a name and a location. But I'll give K some time to process all this before we do that.
So here's what happened, from my perspective. I work as a doctor at a small town clinic. For a few weeks, things have been tense between me and a female physiotherapist I work with (let's call her K). We used to be friendly, joking around and having a good time. Nothing more than that, just office pals. Then things changed. She started distancing herself and was visibly uncomfortable around me. Her friends at the office started acting similarly last week. At first, I didn't think much of it. I have a ton of stuff to do anyway and put off dealing with it. Maybe she was going through something. Maybe she had a jealous boyfriend. Who knew. I figured I should talk to her at some point when I got the chance (I didn't, work got in the way) and time rushed by.
Today, my bosses preempted me. They called me up to their office without saying why. I was nervous, I'll tell you that. Like I said, I'm a doctor. Worst case scenario? I've killed someone and is about to be told about it. That... wasn't it. At all. Instead, they told me I needed to stop sending text messages to K.
This came as something of a surprise considering I've never sent her a text message. Ever. We don't have any contact whatsoever outside work. After a few moments of confusion and momentary distrust they believed me (thank God). We decided to call up K as well and sort out whatever was going on.
This.... is where it gets seriously weird. Turns out, two months ago K got a text message from an unknown number. Let's call the sender D, for dick (which is going to prove apt as we proceed)
- D: wanna hang out??
- K: who's this?
- D: [my first name]
- K: [my last name]?
- D: Yeah ;)
That's where things start getting derailed. Badly. This D character got filthy. REALLY filthy. K didn't want to tell us all the details and had deleted most of the messages, but it was sexual stuff. What kind of positions she likes. If we should hook up. What she was wearing. I'm guessing dick pics even if K didn't mention any.
K couldn't believe her eyes. I'm not that kind of guy (no, really, quite the opposite in fact) and she couldn't square the me in person with how D - claiming to be me - was acting in the messages. She tried asking things she though only I could know and... strangely... D passed as me. K still didn't understand how I could be such a split personality, but how could she think otherwise? Plenty of sickos out there.
This went on for two months. Two. Fucking. Months. She repeatedly tried to tell D to stop but he never did. Two weeks ago she told another coworker - a mutual friend - to tell me I shouldn't message her because she had a boyfriend. I didn't get why at all. I figured the boyfriend was a jealous POS and she was trying to do preemptive damage control in case I ever messaged her in the future. So I told the friend to tell her I wouldn't, send thought that was it.
D obviously didn't stop. This is where things got genuinely tense because, in Ks eyes, that's where I really passed over into psychopath #metoo scumbag territory (it is boggles my mind how she put up with "me" for as long as she did). This guy was relentless. We had a kick off during a weekend and she got a sexual message while was seated two rows away. She thought "I" was insane.
She instantly believed me too. Thank God. We checked the number sending the messages and it obviously wasn't mine. We tried searching for it (I live in Sweden that have public databases for that) and came up with nothing. You can get yourself removed from the databases if you want. Well... not completely empty. One database had no information but did show that 780 people had searched for the same number before and one had added a comment: "[my name] [different last name]". Yes, quotes included. Looks like a serial stalker.
I'm at a bit of a loss. K is going to talk to everyone who's heard about the drama and get my reputation restored (thanks K!) but we'll need to do something more. We should report it to the police. At least that way, we might get a name and a location. But I'll give K some time to process all this before we do that.
