Part Five: A Daisy Chain of Events

Disclaimer: This post contains my firsthand account of documented harassment and stalking behavior. The events described are supported by evidence, including messages and timestamps. Any opinions expressed are grounded in personal experience and the impact this behavior has had on my safety and well-being.

If you haven't read the first few parts, I recommend you do so before continuing. Here they are, in order:

Part One
Part 1A (be sure to read this before advancing to the next part)
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four

Jumping right into today: April 29th, 2025. I was still actively interacting with my Snapchat and my Facebook audiences. Kyle was still messaging me on Bluesky. At one point, he had added/followed me to Facebook, TikTok, and Instagram. I'm not sure if I have a record of when I blocked him on those platforms. That might/might not come up as I review the timeline. 

Kyle, blowing up my Bluesky inbox:

"The psychotic drowns in the same waters in which the mystic swims with delight." - Joseph Campbell

On May 2nd, 2025, I had surgery to remove my right ovary + cysts, and then a portion of my cervix. This surgery was a lot more challenging than a similar (less invasive) surgery I'd had exactly a year earlier. 

Pre-op:

Post-op:

Okay, I have now reached the point where I need to rewind to a similar surgery that I had a year before.

March 26th, 2024 at 6:39am: (take note of the date and time—also, this was the same day as Baltimore's Key Bridge collapse, with footage of the collapse on all of the TVs leading up to my surgery)

Keeping that date and time in mind, these were the messages I was receiving from Kyle at that time:

For the most part, up until this point, Kyle had been respectful and receptive to insights and exchanges of information that he had sought from me. These were the days leading up to my surgery, which wasn't a secret (as I had been actively posting about it on my timeline). He knew about it. When I didn't respond to his messages on the 24th, BECAUSE I WAS PREPARING FOR SURGERY, his entire demeanor changed (see: March 25th, 2024):

Splitting: Praise, then degrade. Compliment, then criticize. Admire, then dismiss. Revere, then devalue. Love, then hate. He sends hateful messages but then follows up with soft "apologies" (manipulation). It's a never-ending loop.

March 27th, 2024: As I am recovering, he continues to barrage me with hostile messages.

I had said this earlier in our conversation—as I was reassuring him that he wasn't delusional about many of the insights he had been receiving (like I said in previous posts, he is legitimately intuitive—and super creative, among other positive qualities): "That, however, doesn't mean that I am not available for any guidance if you'd ever want it. But, ultimately, I'd only be reflection of the Inner Teacher." This was apparently triggering to him. He says he didn't want a response, but it's clear that the longer he went without hearing from me, the more frustrated he became.

I was done with him. I blocked him and didn't look back. But then I received a message on the morning of March 31st, 2024, from a friend. This friend informed me that Kyle had contacted them, wanting them to forward an apology. 

Our first exchange. He originally contacted me on July 28th, 2020:

After blocking him in late March of 2024, I put him out of my mind. He had crossed the line with me. I share these earlier messages, dating all the way back to 2020, to help explain why I decided to give him another chance when he contacted me again on Bluesky on April 3rd, 2025.

I could tell that he was struggling and didn't want to contribute more harm to his mental state. This would all prove to be a huge mistake.

I had hoped to get further into the timeline in this post, but I'll continue with the events that unfolded after my surgery on May 2nd, 2025, in the next installment. For now, it was important to establish the historical context of this parasocial relationship. In stalking cases like this, context isn't just background—it's evidence of pattern. Kyle's behavior didn't emerge from a single event; it developed gradually through a distorted fixation in which he projected fantasies, meanings, and roles onto me that I never agreed to. Over time, those projections hardened into a false narrative that he clung to, regardless of reality. He took his imagined version of who I was to him and used it to justify repeated invasions of my privacy, boundary violations, and increasingly aggressive attempts to force contact.