Hi all
4 years ago I was teaching a post-graduate academic writing course at a university in London. The students were between late 20s and middle age (and I was 32). We all got on well, and on the last day of the course (which coincided with my leaving that organisation to work elsewhere) they all wrote their email addresses on the board so that those who wanted to could stay in touch. Someone asked me to write mine, and - stupidly - I did. I know, I know, that wasn’t wise…
You can see where this is going. ‘O’, a Nigerian lady in the class who I’d guess was in her 40s, sent me an oddly affectionate email a few days later where she detailed minutiae about her family life and how much she ‘missed’ me. This was unexpected, as O was painfully quiet in the class and had not shown any particular friendliness or affection towards me (or anyone else). I wrote a polite email back, mentioning my wife and how busy I was, and hoped that that would be the end of it.
It wasn’t. She has continued to write to me ever since. Her emails are bizarre monologues where she writes about us loving each other and being destined for each other, exhortations to go to Church, and tiresome recitals of everything that she has eaten. At first they were usually sent at night (like 3:00am), and often coincided with public holidays like Christmas - which made me suspect that alcohol might be a factor. But now her communications have become a lot more frequent, and they have gone from ‘her being deluded about us being a romantic thing’ to full-on-psychotic-nuts. Recently, for instance, she wrote that she knew that I was staying in the same hostel as her (?), and that I had been asking the other residents about her. She told me that she would wait for me in the common room - a little while after that (presumably after my no-show), she wrote again saying that she knows that I stand outside her window to watch her getting dressed, and that I should stop hiding from her.
As far as I know, the only way she has of contacting me is my gmail address. She knows my full name (which, if googled, does give out a bit more information (if you sift through my nomenclatural dopplegangers), but there is no indication that she has bothered to ‘track me down’ IRL. She has never indicated that she wants to harm anyone, or that she wants to ‘act’ in some way which would be dangerous or illegal. This doesn’t seem like an issue that the police would be interested in.
So, my strategy is to read the emails, but never respond to them (and show them to my wife, who is both amused and concerned in equal measure). I don’t simply block her/delete them, for fear that I might need them as some kind of record for if the yet-unspecified-shit hits the fan later.
My feelings are conflicted, though - on the one hand I am concerned that there is a mentally ill woman out there who needs help, but on the other I am disconcerted that there is a big bundle of crazy in the wilderness with her sights set on me. I have a career and family and all the stresses that come with that - I don’t need a stalker too, however [relatively] inoffensive she might be at the moment.
What is the rational way to respond to this?
Thanks in advance