I was hacked and someone sent my nude photo to me at work
I was at the office when I got the email, from an unknown address, and immediately after opening it I felt sick to my stomach.
Inside was a nude photo of me that I had sent to an ex-boyfriend a few years back.
This was only the start of my torment.
My first thought was that it must be my ex – even though we parted ways amicably – but he was just as surprised and horrified by it as I was. That first email was just the beginning. More started to follow every few days, each including a piece of personal information about me.
None of them had a subject line or any text inside. It was just photos – of the Starbucks where I get my coffee in the mornings, my gym, and later, a photo of my office building, and then the house I live in.
This went on for about two months and I got about 10 emails in that time, so it wasn’t that frequent. But in a way, that made it worse, because I get a lot of emails at work and each time, I thought what if it’s another one?
I felt violated and scared. Fortunately, I didn’t live alone at the time, but I made sure to never go anywhere alone unless I absolutely had to , and I would always let somebody know where I was, just in case. I was terrified that this would escalate to physical violence.
When I got the initial email, I deleted it almost immediately as it was in my work inbox, but a few weeks after this torment, when I finally went to file a police report, I learned that deleting that first email may have been a mistake.
It was the only picture of such kind – nudity – that I had received. Although the whole thing had a creepy vibe, I was told that based on building pictures, the police didn’t have real ground to start an investigation.
I was really upset and knew that I couldn’t live in fear anymore, so I decided to do some research myself, with the help of my tech-savvy brother.
After a few days of digging, we discovered that my old Google photos account had been hacked. I hadn’t used it in years, and I didn’t realise that at the time, all my photos automatically synced from my phone to that account.
I’m still afraid that my nude picture is going to come out somehow
We also found discussion threads in forums where people were talking about this type of hacking. They were making fun of women, calling them derogatory names – like femoids – and taking pleasure in terrifying them as much as they could.
They boasted about being able to find out insane amounts of information about women simply by sleuthing their social media accounts. It got much worse if they were able to hack any of them. The way they spoke made me sick.
I considered going back to the police, but then thought, what’s the point? I didn’t feel like my report would change anything. I also decided against contacting Google, mostly because my brother warned me that it would probably lead to...