I'm Bianca. Thirty years old. Advertiser. Up until two weeks ago, my life was going from good to better. It took fourteen days to turn everything around. With every breath I take, I now have the feeling that someone is watching me. I stopped turning on my phone. I stopped going online. I stopped going out of my house. He hasn't touched me. And yet, I have been brutally abused. It has not penetrated my body. And yet, I am in a wild hurry.I learned my lesson now: I live in a society where the woman is always co-responsible. Whatever happens to her is her fault. Sometimes, it's only her fault. Like any criminal act, this one, of which I am a victim, has a scientific definition. They call it stalking and describe it as "obsessive, harassing monitoring that causes stress or fear." I long for the day when my torment will end. Whatever the end of it…A true story of stalking and valuable advice on how to distinguish a stalker from a fan/follower, deal effectively with them and use the law to protect yourself.