Victim Impact Statement: Gillian Holman March 19, 2025

Posted March 19, 2025 by Prairie Wife - 17 comments

The following is a copy of the Victim Impact Statement of Gillian Holman from March 19, 2025 in the Plea Hearing of M***** S**** Misdemeanor Stalking Charges

Our victim advocate told me that when we came here today, I did not have to speak if I did not want to. She explained that my parents could speak for me yet I told her that after not being able to say anything about what was happening to me, I wanted a chance to speak to tell you all how hard and isolating the last year and a half has been. If you had told me over a year ago that I would be stalked, harassed, and bullied by a trusted adult in the community, I would have never believed it. This has affected my life in so many ways. I have felt unsafe, scared, anxious, and stressed about everything and anything. Even now, knowing that the person who has intentionally tried to ruin my life can’t come near me, I still find myself looking over my shoulder or dreading any upcoming event that would usually be a joyous occasion. Mrs. S**** used every significant event in my life against me and saw it as an opportunity to hurt me. This all started after I returned from a school trip to Indianapolis for FFA.

She was one of the chaperones, so she knew who had gone, who was staying where, and what we all did. Mrs. Smith used this against me and fabricated screenshots, pretending to be me, while discussing other students on the trip who also participated in FFA. The screenshots Mrs. Smith sent out said quote, “Preston said all they did was vape and drink all summer.”  She sent these to students with whom I was close, tried to make me look terrible, and made it seem like I was spreading rumors that could get my friends pulled off of sports teams and out of extracurricular clubs.

After this first incident, I assumed the anonymous texts would stop and that it was simply a peer who didn’t like me. I was soon proved wrong. My parents received texts about a month after, right before wrestling regionals, saying that I was engaging in inappropriate and sexual activities with several boys at school.

The texts that were sent to my parents named several boys in school that I had allegedly given blow jobs to. I will never forget the feeling of dropping in my stomach when my mom and dad asked me if I had ever done any of those things. I was crushed. I was so afraid my parents would believe whoever told them that and thought I was about to get pulled off of the wrestling team. My world stopped when they told me the anonymous texter had contacted them and told them that I was behaving in a way that was entirely not okay.

I went into the regional wrestling tournament, scared that my parents would get another text or that I would get one. Every second I wasn’t on the mat, I worried about who this person was and why they wanted to ruin what I had worked so hard for. After the wrestling season ended, I figured the texts would also end. The next time I felt the same fear I had during wrestling was during state FFA convention. At this point, Mrs. S**** had been texting through an anonymous Instagram account for some time. I got a text during the convention saying, and I quote, “Your ass is super hot in that skirt.” I responded by trying to blow it off, and she then texted back “Shit, you must be blind. I’d tap that ass.”

That was the moment I realized whoever had been watching me and harassing me was probably in the same room as me. I now know that it was one of the people who was on that trip to protect me, and the other kids that was the very same person who was making me feel more scared than I ever had in my life. Reality came crashing down. This person was no longer a vague threat. They were someone who was watching me and my friends and who could hurt me at any given time. I was afraid to go anywhere alone because I didn’t know who was watching my every move. I begged one of my friends to come and work out with me because I didn’t know what would happen to me if I was alone in the hotel. I wouldn’t go to the bathroom alone and was so afraid that if I got caught alone, I was going to get hurt or worse.  My parents were two hours away, no other adults knew what was happening at the time. I felt completely alone and vulnerable. The rest of my time at the State FFA convention was spent in a daze of worrying so much I felt sick and trying to play it off so my friends wouldn’t worry and question me about my odd behavior. What was supposed to be a fun school trip had become a nightmare; this threat overshadowed much of the fun that I had during the trip. When I look back on the state convention, all I remember was receiving that text, crying, trying to figure out who was stalking me, and the constant anxiety and stress that Mrs. Smith caused me.  This event was when I realized that whoever had been anonymously texting me and my parents wasn’t just doing it as a joke or because they didn’t like me. They wanted me gone, and it felt like they would use any means necessary.

Looking back and knowing it was Mrs. S**** texting me makes me feel betrayed on every level. An adult, a chaperone, someone who we were supposed to be able to tell if we were scared, was the very same person who caused me this anguish. I was only 15 years old; it never would have occurred to me that the person who was stalking me was the same person who my FFA adviser and the school trusted to keep us safe.

Throughout the rest of the school year, we would receive more texts, and an email was sent to my mom where Mrs. S**** was pretending to be a teacher.

This email was so vulgar that there were words I didn’t understand. I was constantly stressed about any upcoming event or important moment in my life because it was blatantly obvious that Mrs. Smith was sending text messages whenever I had any major milestone that any normal 15 or 16-year-old girl would want to enjoy. The phones went silent for a while, yet my guard never went down. I was still told by my parents and the police that I could not discuss what I was going through except with two of my friends who had been there for me since the beginning and had received texts themselves. I was constantly on edge and was waiting for my world to be turned upside down. My parents were worried for my safety and didn’t let me stay out late or go to the county fair. The worst was that none of this was my fault, yet I still had to deal with the consequences of Mrs. S****’s actions.

The last time a text was sent was when I was at the biggest national wrestling tournament available for high school students, Fargo. This tournament was where only the best competed, and multiple college scouts were there to watch me. I remember waking up to several missed calls, texts from my parents, and about a million from my best friend, who had been by my side the whole time. She relayed what had happened the night before; it was a blur of texts to Mrs. S****’s and another parent’s phone, yet again pretending to be me.

I called my parents, and they told me what had happened. On my way to practice at the local college, I broke down and was crying so hard I almost couldn’t breathe. My coaches pulled me aside to ask what was wrong, and I tried to explain what had happened in the past several months to the best of my abilities. I remember saying that it was crazy that the police were involved and finally giving up and telling my coaches to call my mom. I spent the rest of the day trying not to throw up from stress and trying to tell everyone else on the team that I was fine when the opposite was true. What would have been one of the most fun tournaments of my life and an opportunity to work towards a future I dreamed of was overshadowed by Mrs. S**** accusing me and my mom of texting her and being mean to her.

She did all this, yet it was her the whole time. After this incident, I made the decision to leave the volleyball team, a sport I had loved and played for 4 years, to run cross country. I told everyone it was because cross country would make me a better wrestler. But, the truth was that I felt uncomfortable with the idea of being by Mrs. S****’s daughter, who also played the sport, and I was scared to have Mrs. S**** near me when she attended the games.

For the rest of the summer and into the beginning of the school year, I was afraid to go to any sporting events or even the homecoming dance. I had a constant gut feeling that someone was watching me, and I didn’t want to go to any of the games or any other public outings. It felt like I was waiting for something bad to happen and was stressed about what the anonymous texter would do next. When my parents sat me down and told me they finally knew who had been watching my every move and that it was M***** S****, I didn’t feel a sense of relief. I was angry and hurt, confused, and honestly more scared. When my mom told me that we finally had a temporary protection order being put in place, I felt some relief. After months of worry, stress, and angst, I at least knew who the threat was and who I had to avoid for my own physical and mental safety.

Being in a small town, it’s natural for rumors to start. I never thought that the rumors that would start after we learned who my stalker was would make me seem like I was the person in the wrong. Mrs. S**** made it seem like she was the victim by spinning the story to make my family and me seem like bad people, and I continue to have to deal with those consequences. It wasn’t my choice for any of this to happen, and I would never wish it on anyone else. Your honor, thank you for allowing me to finally share everything that has happened to me in the past year and a half. Thank you for allowing me to finally share the truth.

Victim Impact Statement of Gillian Holman written for the March 19, 2025 Plea Hearing of M***** S**** Misdemeanor Stalking Charges

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