I don’t bother no body, I keep myself to myself, I don’t involve myself in anyone’s business, I wish we lived in a world where everyone treats everyone with love, care and respect.
This morning I went to downstairs to collect my parcel from the communal area I share with on other neighbour on ground level. To find I had regularly post a big brown envelope with was addressed to me and had “private and confidential stamped in red. When I picked up the letter it was heavy like something else was inside. I turned it around to open it, only to find it had already been open as the sellotape the sender had placed over the sticky part had been lifted open and attempted to sell back.
I returned into my flat went upstairs to take pictures and video my finding, then looked inside the big evidence to find private paper work from my therapist… and a smaller brown envelope which had also been opened and attempted to seal back. Again I took pictures and videos of my finding before pulling out the contents. The contents was part of my life experiences from birth to late teens.
I was so upset because I knew straight away, my ground floor neighbour (who lives alone) could only be the person who open my post… this is not the first time this has happened… in the past I noticed any post with private and confidential stamp is always opened and attempted to seal back.
I’ve never confronted her about my post before, in the 4/5 years since she moved in, with always had the hello, goodbye, have a good day type of relationship…but today I had to say something. I knocked on her door and straight away I could see how nervous with guilty she was.
nomally I get a hello from her… today I got “YAH”
I asked why is my post open? (showing her the first large envelope).
Replied “I don’t know, the post man threw it on the floor when he brought her her parcels earlier, that’s how I I found it.”
so I asked“ so why was this one opened ?” (showing her the smaller envelope which was inside the larger envelope).
she replied “ I don’t know when the postman threw it to the floor I just picked it up and put it on the side.”
I could tell she was lying so I just said “ok”and went back in my flat slamming my door behind me.
I then got tearful and angry with myself because I should of told her that ever since she’s moved in, I’ve noticed any post with private and confidential stamped on it has been open, that I know it’s her and if it happens again I will contact the police. But i didn’t.
All day I have felt low and tearful knowing she has read my private personal traumatic information.
I sent an email to my then therapist informing her of what has happened. She wasn’t in today, but will be in tomorrow.
Although I have no trust of police… I am considering reporting my neighbour and hope they give her a warning.