It has been one heck of a week, so I might as well talk about it so in a way I can get my thoughts off my chest and hopefully, by sharing my mistakes, it might help you not do the same. As I posted early this week, my Instagram was hacked. I was like, oh well, this person doesn’t use my account that they stole to harm someone else pretending to be me. However, I didn’t really know what I could do at this point.
Then, I was at work, and my sister started to call me; of course, I was working, so I hung up on her. By the time I asked my co-working if I could take a call, the messages with screenshots from my friends started pouring in. The hacker is posting stories and images on bitcoin. Since the hacker logged me off, I can’t even delete the profile.
Thanks to a co-worker who reminded me that there is a cybercrime unit. So, when I got home, I sent them an email. Within half an hour, they emailed me and told me to go to the nearest police station and report it, which is what I did the next day. I’m yet to hear from the police with an update.
I don’t know the right way to explain it, but it kind of hurts because I fought so hard about my identity and who I am. Then this stranger came and took it with a few clicks. I know it was a barely used Instagram account but sitting here thinking about what happened, I see that I have some old feelings at the root of it all.