I've been stalked for eleven years now. Although, I don't really consider the last 6 years stalking, I guess. Compared to the first five years, it's just an annoyance.
The first few years were the worst. It was bad. He had supposedly left my State, yet I'd come home from work and a chair or a plant or some other random object had been moved. There were two occasions where after I had moved (I moved 9 times in 5 years trying to "hide" from him,) there were messages on my v/m describing the outside of my new place. Obviously, the messages were left so that I'd know he knew where I was. Another incident was after a gig. When I heard my messages, there was a recording of my gig. So obviously, he was there, hanging in the crowd somewhere... recording me. There were many of these kinds of things that happened during the first few years -- it was unnerving and scary. I tried to have him prosecuted for this, but they could never find him.
I own a store and back then, I was also a regular performer. Because these things are so public, I am not hard to find. It didn't matter how many times I tried to hide by moving, changing numbers, etc... I can be found... easily. And as long as I still have my store, I will always be easy to find.
Anyway... as the years passed, the heavy stalking decreased and turned into a dull roar. As far as I know, he DOES live in a different State which is why I'm no longer so unnerved by it. If I ever believed he was here, my attitude about this would be very different.
Now... at the eleven year mark, I guess it could still be considered "stalking," but it isn't enough for the authorities to take it seriously. Now it's a few ridiculous messages left on my work v/m once or twice a year. I know he stalks my f/b page, because in one of the messages he left recently, he told me that he looks at it many times every day and wishes I would "friend" him. Um...
I've just accepted the fact that it goes on and I that I don't even really know to what degree. Really... there isn't much else I can do about it except go on and live my life to the fullest.
I don't know if it will ever end. I guess I'm finally to the point where I don't expect it to end, but I don't really think about it that much anymore. Maybe that's denial, but I refuse to let him rob me of one more minute of my peace!