Today I was asked whether I knew of a university police officer who might take certain crimes against (usually) women seriously, so I went into the file on my former stalker to retrieve the name.
In this process I glanced over part of the file, and saw things I had forgotten. For instance, my stalker had apparently hacked into the computer of another woman who broke up with him. (I was told this by a third party and put it in my log, but forgot about it.)
I had been afraid to break up with him because of the damage I feared he would wreak, and in retrospect he may have caused more damage than I knew at the time, or yet know.
Most eye-popping, however, is my chronicle on the activities of the Dean of my college at that time–retired now, thank God. I had forgotten all the things he said and did. It is absolutely amazing how incompetent, how generally bullying, how bad, and how outright dangerous for the university he was.
Had anything happened, this dean and the University would have been so liable, it is quite amazing. During the semester I was attempting to convince him to comply with orders from the municipal police and OSHA, a Professor and chair he had protected for years was being removed from the university because of sexual harassment.