One of the odd life lessons I've learned living in Orlando ... every theme park performer has stalkers.
Citizens of Hollywood. World Showcase Players. Princesses. Beetlejuice's Graveyard Review cast (one stalker took a picture of my friend in the audience because the stalker heard she was dating the actor who played BJ). Jungle Cruise skippers (no, really, a Skipper friend still gets taken out to dinner by a mother/daughter once a year when they're in town). Even the freakin' whales at Sea World (when one orca quietly passed away, fans hounded the Educators at underwater viewing for weeks asking where he was).
As is so often the case with Disney mental illness, the worst example of this was my beloved Adventurers Club. Most of the female, and some of the male, actors went out of their way to keep their real names private. Probably because you had fans openly brag about how they were going to break up an actor's marriage. An elaborate, fan-created, system of "code names" sprung up online to identify specific actors without using their real names.