Dear Prudence,
Twenty-five years ago I was raped by my cousin. With the help of my minister, I took a break from college and delivered a baby girl and never told a soul. I gave the baby up for adoption and was promised anonymity. I transferred to a school on the opposite coast and only returned home for my grandparents' funerals and the marriage of my brothers. I have since built a beautiful life—my own business, a loving marriage, and two sons. None of that matters anymore. There is a girl stalking my family because of some DNA registry. I have gotten letters at both my home and business, my parents have gotten them, my son has gotten Facebook requests, and she even had the gall to call me at home. I am sick, emotionally, physically, and socially. I don't want this, I never wanted this, and it is bringing back every black memory of that year. My husband wants to file a restraining order and told my sons that this girl is “sick in the head.” I want my life back, I want to be happy again, I don't want my skin to crawl when my husband touches me because I have flashbacks. I did the right thing—I had the baby and gave her up to a good family. I have told her I am not her mother and to leave me in peace. She won't. She is vicious and relentless and exactly like her father. What can I do?