When I was in college, there was this guy who was really into me. I only liked him as a friend. I hadnâ€™t had a computer in my house growing up, so I didnâ€™t have any clue how to operate the new Mac sitting on my dorm room desk. This guy showed me how to do everything. I didnâ€™t know you could install more software that you could download off the internet. I didnâ€™t know that you could choose your own desktop image and that it could be about Star Trek! (Um, you can see why I might have been attracting nerdy guys.)
Some months into our friendship, I was learning more about computers and started poking around my hard drive. I found a text file that contained the text of all the emails (and school papers, and everything) Iâ€™d been typing over the last several days. I had made some new, even nerdier friends, so I asked some people about the file. It turned out that my â€śfriendâ€ť had installed a keystroke recorder on my computer, and had changed some settings on my machine so he could access all my files remotely. So basically, this guy was reading everything I typed.
I confronted him about this (I was young, and it did not occur to me to go to a dean, or even the police). The order of the story gets fuzzy here. My â€śfriendâ€ť admitted having installed a keystroke recorder. He also insisted that he loved me and that if I didnâ€™t love him back, he would die. Then we all went home for winter break.
When we returned from winter break, my â€śfriendâ€ť had lost a lot of weight, more than anyone should lose in 3 weeks. He was shivering, his hair was falling out. He was actually starving himself â€śfor love.â€ť Because I was about 19 years old, it did not occur to me to do anything that makes sense (like tell a trained professional) until very late in the game. All kinds of unnecessary hijinks occurred. I actually went to his dorm room to try to convince him that he had a reason to live! And that his body type was not important!
Around this point, I also found myself in a situation in which I was concerned that, if I didnâ€™t do the exact right thing, someone would kill themself.
Finally, I did go talk to a dean. The university went on high alert. Action was taken. I donâ€™t know what that action was, which seems appropriate. Presumably the guy got some kind of help. He also ended up transferring to another university.
My point? You havenâ€™t done anything wrong, and adults want to help you.