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.
Thanks skylar you know the effect they have like you’ve been soiled.
Louise, believe me, mine hates me too. It is everything everyone here says. They are not human if human is the capacity to feel for another. This man wants me to either spiritually commit suicide by manipulating me into deviant sex that traumatises me in secret from his wife or if he can’t get that he’d like me to actually kill myself. He told me today when asking me about my depression and after me saying, to see his reaction, that I had come close to suicide in december he sort of moaned and said “darling that is so beautiful”. No Louise I don’t love him he is a monster. I was sick of feeling afraid of this absent person I wanted to look his sickness in the face and not be scared. But it backfired. I feel nauseous and afraid not in danger but just afraid that non-human humans that look normal that speak as if they can love exist. Not mad at all at you mad at self Lou x
Louise I’m really comforted that you get the shutting down because it’s a major source of shame for me. I could not -literally could not- believe what was happening so I pretended it wasn’t. That characterises most of my response to him before i broke down with the strain of pretending he wasn’t a psychopath
Tea Light:
Oh, that is absolutely awful what he said to you…”Darling that is so beautiful”….REALLY???? After you said you almost committed suicide?? He is a very sick, demented man…he’s not even a man…not sure why I even used that word!!! I feel so bad and wish you had never crossed paths with him. I wish there was something I could do. Don’t be mad at yourself. Just put one foot in front of the other and keep going forward. I’ll be praying for you. x
Tea Light:
I really do get the shutting down thing…totally and completely. It’s like I clam up, shut down, everything just stops.
I have to go to the gym now. Try to get some sleep tonight. HUGS. x
You’ve helped me enormously Louise thank you times a million he’s a catholic and took me to churches isn’t suicide a sin to catholics? Supposed to be? He thought it was beautiful because he saw it as a compliment to him. I am so sick and can barely get through a working day after returning last week as can’t afford the salary drop that would now happen after being too depressed to work for weeks the citalopram dampens down the anxiety but creates a brain fog and waves of lethargy and drowsiness. And this evil degenerate sick bastard is flattered that I am ill. I will try and sleep I have to teach tomorrow. God give me strength. Bless you for your prayers Louise enjoy the gym x
Tea Light:
You are probably sleeping by now (I hope).
Suicide is a sin to more than Catholics. Everybody has their own opinion about it. Of course he saw it as a compliment to him…the narcissistic, psycho beast. Only a psycho would look at it that way.
Perhaps you need another medication that isn’t going to make you so foggy and drowsy. There are antidepressants that I think will make you feel better and take away some of the anxiety without making you drowsy the way this anti anxiety med is doing.
I am having a bit of a tough time also as this is the exact time of year we were together. Two days ago was the anniversary of our first date. So every winter, I always have stronger memories of him…it all comes back so much stronger at this time and he has so moved on with his life while I am still healing. It’s very sad to me. Oh, and also it’s Thursday. Thursday is the day he goes out after work with all his subordinates and minions. I think he goes out other days of the weeknight also, but Thursday is “the” day. This is still going on four years later. I hate Thursdays.
Please stay No Contact. Can you block his numbers and emails so you can’t tell if he has contacted you? That way you wouldn’t be tempted to answer. I will pray for strength for you to resist his attempts to reach you. You see what having contact with him is doing to you. Please let me know tomorrow how you are. x
TeaLight, I’m saddened to read of your grieving.
Each time you void “No Contact” from this point, on, you are inflicting the pain upon yourself, even though he is the source of the pain.
I’ve survived 2 bouts of MRSA. It’s very, VERY painful. It requires a VERY long time to recover from it, and the recovery is no picnic. I will, forever, carry the scars with me. Having typed that, what does that have to do with “No Contact?” Just this: if I had chosen to stop taking the ridiculously powerful anti-biotics and stopped the daily disinfecting protocol, I would have died. Plain and simple, I was THAT close to dying when I was finally admitted to the hospital for treatment.
No Contact is the emotional anti-biotic that STOPS the INFECTION from spreading. After a time, the No Contact has done it’s work: we are released from the cycle and we can finally, at long last, begin the long-term recovery. But, each time we interrupt No Contact, we are not only shoved back to “square one,” but BEYOND that point because the spath infection doesn’t just pick up where we left it off at. It picks up where is WOULD have been had No Contact been enforced up to that point. The infection is progressed at an exponential rate, and WE are inflicting that infection upon ourselves by breaking No Contact.
TeaLight. Dearest TeaLight, you are entirely TOO valuable in this vast Universe to continue allowing the infection to spread. Block his numbers. Get a new phone number. Do whatever you have to do, but stop the madness for your OWN sake.
Book suggestion: “Healing The Shame That Binds You”
You are very much valued, and you have support, here. Now, take this bull by the horns and wrestle it down as you know that you can.
Brightest blessings
The graveside service was nice, about 40 people, I think Mom would of been pleased.
As the pastor was telling of her love for nature and animals, two deer ran across the cemetery and stopped and looked up at the service, I pointed to them, I think everyone was moved by that poignant moment.
Rest in Peace Momma…
Moon, I’m glad that it is over for you and that you went and got that over with…you have no reason to feel ashamed, you did the best you could for your mother…and you have survived in spite of her.
I don’t have any kids or any siblings to pacify by going to any service (assuming I survive her) for my own egg donor, so I have already decided, as have both my boys, that we will not be there or participate in any way in any kind of memorial service for my egg donor. That’ll give the neighbors something to talk about for weeks.
(((MoonDancer))) My love and hugs are with you.
Don’t you ever forget that you are LOVED; do you hear me?
Dupey
xxoo