Interesting topic. I think I'll weigh in since I've experienced this phenomenon more than once. Both of my stalkers have been males. One was a heterosexual right wing malcontent. The other was a homosexual imagined proponent of all things fair and just. The former of the two was the more honest. He, at the very least, lacked what I'll call "the devious piece".
Of course these two individuals have stalked me on the internet for reasons best known only to themselves. Either way it's disconcerting when first experienced. Ah but the human ability to rally can prove to be resilience itself!
Initially I found that were I to express my political views I could easily be targeted. My homosexuality was always a handy target. If my "stalker du jour" was unable to discredit me due to his own pathological inability to see things from a broad perspective he'd resort to invention and fantasy in order to discredit me. That one was a pretty direct call.
Later, still not having learned to be less candid about who I am and entirely close-mouthed about my personal information, I found that there are those (yes even in our own midst) who will willingly allow themselves to be enlisted in their spinelessness to assist the alpha stalker in his odd compulsion to silence a difference of opinion. Of course this only fuels the sociopathy.
And as any thinking person knows this society has no lack of sheep.
In my view those who stalk in cyberspace do so in order that the perceived need to be seen as all-powerful (in truth a ruse of course) be requited. Should someone (this writer in this instance) challenge that imagined authority and the perceived position of said stalker - the indiviudal goes heywire. War (in the mind of the stalker) has been openly declared and there's no turning back.
But oh! Be vigilant! There are those, more intelligent, and not plagued by insecurites and negative ego who will assist you should you find yourself in a compromised situation through no intent of your own. Though their numbers are few they are vigilant and steadfast. It's to these individuals I owe a true debt of gratitude since, in their selfless efforts to exonerate me from my figurative Isle of Elba, they proved tireless and stalwart. A few sound (in the psychogical sense) friends are worth a thousand bleating mindless sheep you see. I know it. I've lived it.
What was delicious however was that in my most famous (infamous?) stalker case - once I took charge of the situation and stood firm the individual (as with most oddly sad and insecure malcontents) backed right down once presented with the legal ramifications of his own false sense of self as projected in the (imagined) anonymity of cyberspace.
... 'Twas like shooting fish in a barrel.
In the larger picture be forewarned;
Once someone has your personal information they
think they have an inside ability to target and malign you as they keep their own personal information unsuccessfully (as it turns out) hidden. My best advice to anyone dealing with a stalker? Remain firm. Do not recoil. Learn from being honest but guardedly so. Honesty is fine. But not when it comes to your
real name. Never use it or let it be known unless you feel you have befriended someone on the internet who is beyond reproach and whose trust is unshakeable. Even then it's an iffy business. But remember yourself at all times.
Personal integrity is key to survival. Be patient. In time the truth will out.
However in my experience, has one the shoulders to take down cyber cowards (as we all know internet stalkers are..) it's quite easily accomplished. In my one most annoying situation the individual became so frightened of the repercussions of his actions that he called my local police to explain himself away telling lies and half-truths to the local authorities with whom I'd only recently been in touch.
So you see you
do have recourse.
Still the infamous one pokes.

But gone are the days when his imagined power can exact anything other than amusement from this writer whom he once perceived as his target victim.:tongue:
The ol' "tail between the legs" slamming of his fists to the wall (however subtly stated and restated) is useless when, in the end, justice was served and my most ardent stalker simply had to shut the fuck up and spend the rest of his days reinventing events in order to bolster his damaged ego. Sweeping up one's mess can be a frantic (albeit pointless) task.
In closing this bears repeating;
PEOPLE!
Never disclose your real name on the internet. Too many sociopaths work out their shit through this often unkind machine.
However the one upside to the entire thing is that it serves to hone one's people skills. :tongue:
Oh and a Merry Christmas to both my stalkers of yore. May they find only coal in their Christmas "stalkings". :biggrin1: