It appears as though my "friend" is back. Or I have a new friend. Whatever. The harrassing phone calls are back.
The "good" news, if there is any, is that since I've now been down this road several times before, I knew exactly whom to call and in what order. And the other "good" news is that the outrage that was largely missing the last time around is very present now. Seems like those around me are finally recognizing these events for what they are: unacceptable, ugly, intimidating events. No one's really sure what to do about this, beyond trying to identify the offender, but the conversation has started.
I've spent the day oscillating back and forth between anger and despair. The first few times it happened were not fun, but it was easy to delude myself that perhaps these were just random, freaky coincidences. But now, it's clear that even if this is a different person, something is dreadfully wrong here. As far as I can tell, I'm the only person who's come forward with these phone calls, which means to me that I am, somehow, being targeted. And that's Creepy.
Even as my colleagues express their outrage, I feel more alone than ever. If this person wanted to intimidate me, he's succeeded, in spades. I don't feel wanted here. I feel singled out. And I wonder how much longer I'm willing to put up with this, how much I'm willing to sacrifice my sanity in the hopes that the women who come after me won't have to put up with this complete and utter crap.