I moved to Palm Springs in the Fall of 1997 and lived there for 3 months. This is the earliest year that I am 100% certain I was being gang stalked. Weird, bad things were happening there that I now realize are typical gang stalking techniques. I have also since learned that Palm Springs is a little hotbed for OS/EH. I had a roomate named A. who was obnoxious and hostile. She was from Alaska. We worked at the same hospital on the same floor, opposite shifts.
When I was on the phone in my room, A. would pace up and down the hallway outside my open door, talking loudly on her cordless phone. One time my sister heard her and asked me who it was. When I told her she said, “Tell her to shut up!” A. would even talk loudly about me on the phone to others while I was within earshot.
The new Getty art museum had just opened in LA and I saved the article from the magazine section of the LA Times. I left it on the coffee table under some other papers. I was excited to go there with some family I had in LA. About a month later I realized the section was missing. About the same time A. returned from a trip to LA. She announced she had gone to visit the Getty that weekend with a group of friends. She had never mentioned wanting to go there before and never invited me.
At Thankgiving, I told A. I was going to visit my family in LA and we were taking my nephews to Disneyland the day after the holiday. A. was also going to visit friends in LA for the holiday too, but never mentioned Disneyland. The day after Thanksgiving is the most crowded day of the year at Disneyland. As my family and I arrived to the front of the line to enter the park gate that day, I looked over to my right and guess who was there? A. and her friends were standing at the front of the line next to us.
For New Year’s A. invited me to go to Las Vegas with her and her friends. I wanted to see Vegas but had a bad feeling about it. A. got hostile when she realized I had no intention of getting time off from work to go. She invited our neighbor instead, a girl from Ireland. Ann and her friends spent the entire trip alienating and isolating this nice girl. I felt sorry for the neighbor but relieved I didn’t go. I don’t think they ever spoke again after that.
I met A.’s Dad once he was very nice, a pilot in Alaska. I even sent them home baked cookies for Christmas. A. made sure to tell me that she didn’t eat a single one.
Palm Springs was also the first place I now know I was being stalked/ harassed in public. Small things:
A young couple sat right behind me in the back of a cinema during a very uncrowded matinee. The male kicked the back of my seat throughout the entire show. And right as I was leaving the parking garage, the same couple walked out in right front of my car.
Palm Springs is where I started to get stalked at the supermarket by the employees. You are singled out as they go out of their way follow you down an empty aisle asking if they can help you find something. On the surface it looks like they are just being helpful but when it is done to you repeatedly, and you notice they are not approaching other customers like this, you know you are being targeted.
I also remember standing outside this same market one night talking to my sister on a payphone and ALL of the outdoor lights suddenly went off. I remember my sister saying “Weird things always happen to you!” as I stood there in the dark.
Then there was the day I came home from work to find my entire bedroom carpet completely saturated with water. We lived on the first floor and somehow the outdoor sprinkler flooded my room. I went to management and all they did was offer me some fans. Some of my belongings were ruined due to water damage and I had recurring respiratory infections and allergy symptoms from the mold in the carpet for the rest of my stay there.
I also remember an incident at the DMV here that involved the tactic of “directed conversation”. I was waiting in line to apply for a California license, which involved a written test. Two female hispanic teenagers got in line behind me and started talking about career plans. “I don’t want to be a nurse,” one said as if that was the worst thing you could be. “I want to be an artist, I’m not going to be a nurse.” I am a registered nurse and I felt insulted by this. But I had also longed for a more creative career like art or writing. When I sat down to take the test, one of the girls sat next to me. A large group of male teens then came over and loudly chatted with her during the entire test, it was annoying. She finished her test before me but had made more errors.
After I left Palm Springs I moved to San Diego to work in an Oncology dept. until 1999. There was one nurse, M., from my dept. in Palm Springs that ended up in that same dept. right before or after I got there. I’m not sure if he was involved in OS. I returned to visit this hospital this summer after my stalking became overt and received mobbing and gaslighting from 3 different departments I used to work in. I now know what a terrifying place hospitals are for patients and staff who are TI’s. It is like walking into the lion’s den of perps. This summer I was also psychologically abused at 5 other medical and psych facilities in the San Diego area.