Here goes.
Four years ago I enrolled in a language course in a different city. I was depressed since several years and was on 100 mg of prozac at the time. I had given both university and a career a shot, but only knew I wanted to learn a language. One of the teachers at the school was someone I became instantly attracted to. I should say that I have quite an easy time learning languages. They just make sense to me and after 7 weeks I was in level C1 according to the common European framework for measuring languages. The teacher and I flirted and at the start of the course, I pretty much stopped eating all-together. With everything happening, I became very chatty and confident(pretty sure this was a hypomanic episode). My confidence was so great that I decided to come off the prozac cold-turkey. At about the same time, the teacher disappeared. I did not understand at the time that the teacher had been fired(I believe that the school assumed that the teacher had been "helping me" - I am quite confident that I never told them this, as I recall conversations with them and remember them saying that the reason I spoke nearly fluently after six weeks was that I "studied all the time"). When stopping the prozac, I fell into a severe depression. After the teacher disapeared I sent her an e-mail asking her if she wanted to go for coffee. When she said no, I told her I was in love with her(This wasn't true). She replied with a kind rejection where she said she had never been interested in me. After the rejection, I went beserk and started bombarding her with e-mails. I wish I could reacall what I wrote but I can't (I have the e-mails in my account but don't think looking would be the wisest thing to do at the moment). I kept sending her e-mails for at least four months. I know that I said something disgusting like "we have a connection" and in the end, I recall telling her how I was doing and what I had for breakfast(I'm pretty sure I never threatened her and that my e-mails didn't contain violent or sexual content).. I didn't send the e-mails in an attempt to hurt her but rather in a series of very confused compulsive acts(I knew what I was doing was wrong, and felt ashamed, but didn't stop). I actually left gifts for her at a post office on one occasion and e-mailed her telling her where she could pick them up. About a month after the teacher was fired, I was very skinny, starved, depressed and confused (tried to go back on the prozac but it didn't help) and so I returned to my hometown, and kept e-mailing her from there. She never replied after her rejection so after a few months I felt like my e-mails were just disapearing into space, like I was writing in my diary.
I have felt extremely confused, guilty(worried that I frightened her) and ashamed in the years following these events. I tried to go back to university but dropped out two years ago. It took me until 1, 5 years ago to understand that she had been fired because the school assumed she was in a relationship with me (We never talked outside of class and I recall conversations with the principal in the last weeks and I don't recall her inquiring about my relationship to this teacher). God knows why but I "returned to the scene of the crime" recently, to study at another school but the police showed up outside the school and I'm pretty sure they informed the new school what had happened four years ago. I believe the teacher informed the police because she thought I had told the school we were in love with each other. I'm pretty sure they just assumed(unless I dicossiated and told them this? But it seems very unlikely to me, given what I remember.). Anyway I left the city after realizing the new school had learned what I'd done and that I was being surveilled by the police(which made it likely she knew I was back in town - if she even lives there).
Since the event, I have isolated myself from other people - feeling like I need to protect them from me (If they knew what I did, I'm sure they'd be afraid of me and I don't want to frighten or hurt anyone.) I have also been hospitalized on one occasion and diagnosed with a disorder on the obsessive-compulsive spectrum. I am also confident that I have ADD.
I understand that I harassed her and that it was wrong but since it's been four years, I'm wondering how to move on from this/make ammends/make sure it doesn't happen again? I wish I could tell her that I'm sorry that I frightened her and that I'm not going to bother her anymore. I feel like I raped her, but intellectually, I'm not sure it's the same thing.
-- Sat Aug 10, 2013 8:28 am --
If I sound delusional, you can tell me, no worries.
-- Mon Aug 12, 2013 2:05 pm --
No thoughts at all?
Oh and I meant 100 mgs of zoloft, not prozac.