By Sarah Strudwick
Sarah Strudwick, based in the UK, is author of Dark Souls—Healing and recovering from toxic relationships.
First of all I want to thank everyone who commented on the posts that I’ve written over the last couple of years. Recently I did a post on How to speed date a sociopath. Whilst I make every effort to move on with my life after the psychopath, occasionally something will come up that causes me to think “Why do they do that?”
So the topic of this post is whether or not any of you have experienced the following:
In my book Dark Souls, I wrote about an occasion where my ex moved my cash card. A week later I found it hidden behind a bottle of sauce on the top of a very tall cupboard in the kitchen. At the time it went missing, I asked my ex if he may have picked it up by mistake, because he used the same. He commented that I was forgetful, and asked me whether I’d left it in the freezer.
This was a very strange comment. Later, I found a book written by a psychopath about how to manipulate people, putting the victim off guard so they question their own sanity. One of the suggestion was to ask victims if they left something that went missing in a freezer!
Being a complete idiot at the time, I looked in there, just to check I wasn’t losing the plot or going mad.
More items not returned
I also lent my ex some books and a heart-shaped crystal. At the time he was leaving his wife. He promised to keep it safe. When I asked for it to be returned, I got the excuse that he had let his children play with it, and one of his small children managed to drop it out of a two-story building and broke it. The story was preposterous—why would he let his kids play with something he didn’t want his wife to see?
I was also in a relationship with a man call Dan. I was doing acupuncture, and he as asked me if he could borrow my acupuncture books and also a book on Taoism. He also borrowed a cassette of a local radio interview I’d done when I was 19 about backpacking in India. When the relationship ended, I asked Dan to send me back the books and the interview cassette. He still has them to this day, and refused to give a reason for keeping them. Looking back, I think it was his way of keeping a little trophy of me.
Happening again
I was prompted to write this is because straight after I ended the speed date, I noticed something strange. Every day I wear a necklace, which I made myself out of resin and crystals. You could call it my “security blanket,” because I always feel happy when I am wearing it. When I bathe or shower I take it off and leave it in the bathroom as the string is made of leather. Lurch commented on the jewelry I make as he saw the resin and paraphernalia on the worktops in my kitchen.
A day or so after getting my head of the washing machine with all the mind games he played, I suddenly realised I wasn’t wearing the necklace. I searched the flat everywhere but couldn’t find it. I soon realised that a photograph of me was missing as well. It was an old photograph of me when I was about 16, dressed in fancy dress and looking reasonably young, fit and attractive. My son had seen it a few days before and commented on how young I looked. The photograph had been next to the computer, but was gone.
I like to think of myself as a rational person and don’t jump to conclusions before pointing the finger. In fact, I searched multiple times only to find nothing. Whilst I cannot prove that anyone took it, these were not items of value like money. But they had a lot of sentimental value, much like the cassette and the specialist acupuncture books, which, incidentally are irreplaceable.
Trophies
I’ve read before that the psychopath likes to closet their victims, and I’ve heard stories about serial killers keeping “bits” of them as trophies. Whilst we expect the sociopath to steal our hearts, money and valuable possessions, the difference is that all these items are irreplaceable. Which begs the question that they will intentionally go out of their way to take such things, because they know how upset we will be.
I am still searching for these items, just in case I haven’t lost my marbles. Whilst it’s easy to let them go because they have no real value, the whole experience points to the potentially sick and twisted nature of their personalities and has “creeped” me out. Even with such a good understanding of psychopaths/ sociopaths, it’s still beyond all my capacity to understand what motivates someone to do something like this.
It’s for this reason that I shared this experience. I wonder if anyone else had experience the same kind of “creepy” behaviour.
At risk of adding even more Creep:
My husband and I first “bonded” over the death of my daughter in 1982 (she was not his child, I was in the midst of a breakup and you know how Spaths like to “move in and look like they’re helping out”).
Get this: After 30 years’ marriage, what does husband announce? he wants his GF to “have something happen like what happened with you and the baby so I can start a new life.” Yup, a straight-up request to the devil.
Having exploited my dead child for 30 years….he actually voiced the hope he’d “win the jackpot” again with somebody else. I pray for her safety, not just mine.
To Babs: If my (non-Spath, I hope) daughters were alone in the house after my death, they would indeed get into one another’s closets especially if one of the closets held designer clothes in an appropriate size. The skirt they’d claimed looked funny on Sister would suddenly become as gorgeous as the day it came home from the store. Later, they’d feel guilty and worry about being busted.
ColoradoKathy,
that’s about as sick as a person can get. They do love funerals though, don’t they?
I’ve watched spaths prepare for funerals and they spare no effort to get all the little details just right for maximum tear jerking capacity. Of course it’s not that hard if we’re already in pain, but they like to make sure they extract every last tear.
Edit: You don’t think he stole the ashes in order to use them in some kind of bonding with the new GF, do you?
Couple of things that stand out…My spath didn’t practice safe sex. Although, he wanted to make sure if I had a fling with anyone I practiced safe sex to protect him. I have to wonder if he knew I wouldn’t have sex with anyone else because I was so hooked on him. I don’t think they care about safe sex. Also, what is it with spaths in that they like you to plan a trip that they never intend to go on. I planned 2 trips to Hawaii and he didn’t go on either one. My timeshare so he wasn’t paying for lodging. What’s up with that?
I just read Skylars last question to coloradokathy. It wouldn’t surprise me. I still have trouble thinking about how their twisted minds work. That is why we get into trouble with one to begin with. We can’t fathom how a person can think like that.
kmillercats,
I think they like the idea of dashing your hopes when your vacation trip doesn’t materialize like you planned.
They like to make sure that you don’t get anything that you really want.
Not only can we not fathom their thought process….we don’t want to.
It’s my creeped-out impression (you know the feeling) that my husband’s attachment to my dead daughter’s’ ashes is that he can relate to her. He was adopted and “feels dead” inside. Indeed, this is not a living man! — but he’s not my beloved departed daughter, either, as she had a soul of her own and his seems to be missing.
fightingtoforgive:
THANKS!
You really pointed out what I have had RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FACE but had so far been unable to fully recognize.
You wrote:
“As I read this, I had to chuckle. Trophies”ah yes”however, the biggest trophy they carry with them DAILY is your vulnerability. This is the biggest prize EVER for them.
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You know you’re dealing with a SP when your success angers them but your failure makes them smile and when YOU discuss events and circumstances that bother you and THEY go straight for the personal attack! The beginning to ANY point they EVER try to make (in their defense, of course) constitutes the words YOU, THEY, IT.
So, we can call these things that they “gather” trophies”or we can see what they really are. An attempt to control our minds, our emotions, and our actions. Because really, at the end of the day, without REACTION nothing means anything to them—THIS is the only thing they live for.”
You described my ex-gf’s behaviour pretty accurately.
denbroncos007 once asked me here what was the defining moment – when I could see that my gf and I were not going to last. It was in her tearing down my successes and sources of happiness and accomplishment.
Whether it was overcoming a financial hurdle or winning in a legal battle, accomplishing something in community affairs or even, in whatever success I have had in raising my son – she was NEVER able to express congratulations or ANY kind of compliment. She always found a way to CRITICIZE.
One major hurdle I overcame was one where she helped me out. But she would not give me or US ONE SECOND of time to celebrate. She could see how overjoyed I was and how much I wanted to celebrate with her. I saw it as something we overcame and solved TOGETHER and I was ecstatic! I thought about the wonderful things it signalled for our future.
I, on the other hand, encouraged her and complimented her and wanted her to recognize her abilities and to have confidence – and I MEANT IT! I felt that she was beautiful, creative and imaginative. She was facing loss of a job and was still feeling defeated and self doubt over losing her previous fulltime job. I encouraged her to apply for a fulltime position and worked with her a bit on it. She got the job.
And when her previous boyfriend started texting her and kept sending holiday greetings and flowers for Valentine’s Day, I walked her through the court process of getting an order against him to stop contacting her. I went to court with her four times.
I really believed in her and her abilities, skills, talents, etc.
And you are right – when I opened up to her it felt more like I was reducing myself before her. It was not like I was receiving understanding and an offer to grow with me or to find answers. It was like in any vulnerable position that I was in she was gathering ammunition to use against me. Like, when she had too much furniture in her apartment and I offered to take two pieces to my house – as I was discarding a sofa and chair. She later accused me of basically being a beggar because in her eyes, I “took hand-me-down” furniture.
Oh my – I had the same experience but much creepier. I would go to the store and see him and his daughter and talk etc..and then come home to our house and he would say he never saw me at the store & spoke with me, I must be crazy. Ah! It get better- I always wondered why he would go in to the attic, so after 5 years I decided to go up into the attic myself & low and behold, there was all the stuff I had been missing for the last five years! Underwear, pictures of myself, name badges for work. Boxes of them! Things he would blame on the maintanance man for me loosing…saying he must have took them when he was working on the house. Ya….I’m with ya. Sick s*it!
Yes, let us never forget the lady in Chicago whose husband kept going down into the crawlspace “to fix that awful smell.”
This is a little off topic: not so much about trophies, but definately about creep factor.
I had been dating a guy for three weeks. He was love-bombing like crazy….I was having mis-givings, as I’d aready been in two bad marriages. I noticed that all the men who worked for him believed he was incompetant, and that higher ups had councelled him for better management skills. He had no friends and when he called his mother, (out of state) from my phone, she wasn’t thrilled to hear from him. The convo was short, and from what I understood, she said something like, “You’re my son and I will always love you, but…..”
Anyway, He lived in another town, but frequently came to work in mine. I told him that I wasn’t ready for a relationship, and things weren’t working out for me. Then a couple of days came when he rang my phone over 50 times a day. I refused to answer.
Here’s the creepy part. I was not at home one day, and when I returned, there was a beer bottle acting as vase on my porch, with some imitation flowers. Underneith it, a flolded hand written poem, of sorts. The first line was: on my heart is engraved the face of an angel….
When I went in the house, I noticed that my daughter’s prom picture had been moved and then returned. (I’m not a great house-keeper…it was a dust factor), and my daughter’s name is Angel. Creeped me out to the core.