There is a point in a person's life when you realize that asking for help is no longer enough.

I had reported what I believed was a continuing pattern of stalking, harassment, threats and assaults. I had documented incidents, recorded dates and times, preserved photographs and videos, and tried to bring what was happening to the attention of law enforcement.

Then I was told that the RCMP had closed the file.

But from my perspective, the closing of a police file did not mean that what I had been experiencing had ended.

The stalking, threats and incidents that I had been reporting continued. What began as something I was trying to understand and document as it happened eventually became something that affected not only me, but my children, people close to me, and, more recently, friends and other people around me.

I have struggled for years to make sense of what was happening.

My records contain a chronology beginning in 2020. They describe incidents involving people repeatedly appearing near my home, vehicles allegedly following me, threatening and intimidating messages, people allegedly looking into my windows or entering areas around my home, and repeated encounters that I experienced as surveillance or harassment. I documented many of these incidents with photographs, video, timestamps and, where possible, witnesses.

There were also threatening messages.

In August 2022, for example, I documented messages that I experienced as threatening, including one stating that someone was "coming for" me. My records show that I subsequently contacted the RCMP Montague detachment and spoke with a constable about the situation. I was asked to put together a report and provide photographs and footage concerning the incidents I had documented.

I did not simply wake up one morning and decide that I was being watched.

I began documenting events because there were repeated incidents that frightened me and that I could not explain. Some of those incidents involved my home. Others occurred when I was travelling, attending events, visiting friends or simply going about ordinary daily activities.

Over time, the effect became much larger than the individual incidents.

My children were affected.

My friends were affected.

People who came to visit me became part of circumstances they had never asked to be involved in.

And I began to feel that there was nowhere I could go where I could simply live an ordinary life without wondering what would happen next.

The most difficult part was not simply the fear.

It was the feeling that when I sought protection, the system did not necessarily protect me.

This blog is my attempt to put the entire story together.

I am not writing this because I expect everyone to immediately believe every conclusion I have reached. I am writing because these events happened to me, because I documented what I could, because there are records and witnesses that form part of the story, and because I believe there are serious questions about how my complaints were handled.

The RCMP may have considered its file closed.

My story was not closed.

The events did not simply disappear because a file was closed.

And neither did the impact on me, my children, or the people who stood beside us.

This is where I begin telling that story.