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.
TeaLight, (((Hugs))) Going “No Contact” is the hardest step to take, bar none. The only “way to know” whether his wife is escaping, or not, would be to ask her. But, “No Contact” means just that: no communication with him or anyone else associated with him, or viewing online profiles, etc.
That you feel repulsed is a “good” sign, TeaLight. It’s an appropriate response to what you’ve learned, and the 2 lovebombing emails only validate what Donna’s site has set forth as one of the many “Red Flags.” They say and do anything, no matter how audacious, outrageous, and untrue it might be.
It might be very helpful to other readers for you to describe what you learned. Some of us have a VERY tough time with “No Contact” for a variety of reasons. We want closure. We want assurance that the person is remorseful and sorry for what they’ve done. We want to tell the person all about themselves. We want that glimmer of false “hope” that this person isn’t a predator. Enlightening other readers not only helps to purge that venom from yourself, but gives extraordinary insight into recovery.
You’re going to be fine, TeaLight. Just fine, in due time.
Brightest blessings
Truthy your unfailing kindness is so very appreciated I am very aware from your posts of your own troubles and your taking time to support me and others restores faith in the existence of the good people. And there are many many more good people than predators. They are outnumbered.
It’s a winter wonderland here so I’m putting my wellies on to go to the park and enjoy the snow I’m going to have a think about what I learnt in case it’s of any use to anyone as you suggest. ((ReturnHugTruthy)) x
Tea Light:
I didn’t get the light box yet, but I will. I really need one.
Me too Louise. Let’s do it, we can compare x
Tea Light:
OK, definitely! I will let you know when I get mine.
By the way, the spath used to end his texts with the x since it means a kiss (and a lot of Brits use it) and then I started doing it. I do it a lot still as it is an endearing way to let people know we care about them. I don’t always do it with everyone as some people don’t know what it means. So I will use it with you! x
Oh no Louise I don’t want you being triggered by my british x’s! 😉 I get many automatic flashbacks when France is in the news etc. It’s annoying. I want my life back. And that box is going to help me! Reclaim the x for people who DO
care x
Tea Light:
No, it doesn’t “trigger” me…just brings memories, but I use the x, too so it’s OK. I like it. And you are right…I only use it for people who do care and for whom I care. Have a good evening. x
Haha, he used to use capital X’s I guess when he wanted a “big” kiss…it was funny and looking back all so fake unfortunately.
This is a different topic, but something I have been thinking about and maybe you and others can chime in. I have been thinking about how we bond with a man when we have sex with them and it made me think about how the instant my lips first touched spaths lips, something changed. This was just a simple kiss so it wasn’t even the sex and I automatically felt something was different. As soon as our lips touched, I remember thinking that I was in trouble. I had never felt that way before. Something is so different about him. I think it’s maybe because he exudes testosterone out of his pores or something. I don’t know.
Ok serious bean spilling it is then Lou. I have read some of them have very high testosterone levels. All I can say is that I believed I had a “type” before this man; I’m a tall person and all my ex partners had been my height or above, I’m ashamed to admit that shorter men simply didn’t attract me physically. I also gravitated to rangy, wiry men, not those carrying a lot of extra timber if you catch my drift. However. The abuser is at least 4cm shorter than me is stocky, has a gut, and his breath smells. All that cheese. But. I could not keep my hands off him. It was disturbing. I felt I had lost my mind. Like a brain dead sex zombie. Then, as I’ve mentioned, there was psychological abuse during sex and then assaults. Like you Lou I suspect very high testosterone and me edging into perimenopause and my own sex hormones going crazy x
Also something very odd that I knew signalled my involvement with him was unhealthy and false. The 2 times I’ve been in love with a man, I would daydream all the time in a pleasant way about them, reminisce about their bodies, what we had done the night before and so on, always with a warm, strongly ‘attached’ feeling. With the abuser there was NONE of this. Sure I was obsessed with him but in a permanently anxious, stomach churning on edge way. It was as if my mind wanted to blank out the sex. A lot of it I actually do not remember at all, I have no memories of having sex with him for the first time. None. Very frightening stuff to go through. x
Just popping in to say that today is the 2nd period of 9-months NC, in 13 years, and I am impressed: it’s been quiet.
I guess my last points were/have finally been/taken….
Perhaps…never has been the case before…
But, I am doing great now that I am out of the spell…
What a vile despicable “THING” I now find “IT” to be
on the other side of the fire….
Blessings and wishes to you all…
Dupey
This song has a lot of meaning for me…
I hope you enjoy the share..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMVc0vG4K_k