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.
Tea Light;
Regarding that video and feeling “fated” — absolutely.
I will never forget that weekend. I was still confined to home with Shingles and still had intestinal problems that were still undiagnosed despite extensive testing. I was going to FB the x-spath but when I saw all these pictures taken when he was on holiday in New York, I was hurt because he shared none of them with me.
One of the those pictures was of him on the Empire State Building’s observation deck. Over his right shoulder is an X made by the safety fence. In the center of the X is my apartment building. Since he had not been to my place yet, he could not stage that photo. However, since I was still of the intent of remaining friends, one day I would tell him about this photo.
For whatever reason, I decided not to make him a FB friend at that time. The next night is when I set up a profile on OKCupid, a mainstream sight with a small gay clientele — it was recommended by a friend for “serious dating” and not just sex. It was there, among my “Cupid Matches” that I found the first profile of the x-spath, perhaps my 20th or 30th match. Again odd, given that he lives in London…
From that profile name I found the X-tube profile where he posted the video, also several other profiles of the same name on various sex cam and porn sites.
On X-tube, he had one “friend” — a german guy with many “favorite” videos, all of them are either of bareback sex, fisting, humiliation or S&M. Later on, I found a gay dating site were this person was also friended by the x-spath. He is also a FB friend of the x-spath, another fight attendant.
My x-spath had one favorite on X-tube, a movie called “Bareback London.” Once I saw that, everything clicked. I always wonder if he was being careless or intentional, as anyone seeing his X-tube profile would learn some things abut the x-spath that he does not want to talk about…
So, there was a strong feeling of being double fated — the video and picture of him with my apartment in the background…
Tea Light;
Louise’s x-spath and mine are both fro Liverpool. They both went to John Moores University but are about 5 years apart in age.
Physically, they are very similar too. Both are binge drinkers. Emotional abusive but charming…
Louise, I get the odd 5 minutes of lightness where you just feel the need to laugh, that’s got to be a good sign no? My heart goes out to you, I’m trying to think of how this will help develop me, in time. Today I cried in the toilet at work I think my students knew I was fibbing when I said I had been off work for weeks with a “viral illness”
Regarding the New York gay scene, I never here my friends talk of sex parties, cottaging or any of that. When I lived in Philadelphia, there was a small cottaging scene but many would go to the park to meet people and go home, not to have sex in the bushes.
There is no sauna scene in New York and very little full-frontal nudity amongst go-go boys, save for one club called The Cock… This place is old-school East Village and while seedy, full-on sex is not allowed. Many go just for the “atmosphere” if you can call it that and for the music.
OTOH, at least until recently, meeting via phone applications was much bigger here than elsewhere…
Tea Light:
🙁 I am sorry you were crying today at work. Kids are much smarter than we think and I’m sure they know something else is probably up with you.
This experience has developed me a lot actually, but it’s been an extremely painful developmental lesson.
I will try to post my story tonight. You will be asleep by then I am sure, but please try to catch me when you can. HUGS to you.
Tea Light;
I cried for months but one day, you will get over it…
ok, so both are ‘scousers’ as we call Liverpudlians.
Barebacking, well what is going on there. What do you think bbe? Is that nihilism? The thrill of rolling the dice and hoping your partner isn’t HIV? Didn’t you say the ex path takes HIV meds? He’s deliberately putting other men at risk, you believe?
Hugs to you too Lou I’ll get back to you tomorrow take care and thanks as ever for the support x
bbe were you in love with the expath? If you don’t mind my asking?
Tea Light;
My x-spath was very “quirky” and several of his odd behaviors made me think he was hiding something. For example, he was on a work trip back to New York and due to cost cutting measures by Virgin, was staying in the suburbs. He told me he was upset, because the flight came in at 9 PM and there would be no way for him to be able to get to his hotel, change and meet me. I said no problem, that I could meet him at his hotel.
His reply: “how will you get home?”
I found this very curious, because the implication was he did not me spending the night with him. When I reminded him that NYC Transit runs 24X7, he agreed to meet me. However, on this trip, I decided not to meet him, as I thought that maybe I was putting too much pressure on him. However, I was convinced that he was screwing one of his crew mates. That fear was lifted when he spent the night on the phone with me… It was not until his next flight that we spent the night together in bed and that did not include sex.
All this reinforced the notion that he was serious, looking a relationship and not easy sex…
Fast forward — I need to be taken to the Hospital because of a very, very bad rash. I had taking antibiotics for a respiratory infection and he thought I might be having anaphylactic shock and was concerned. Turns out I had Shingles.
However, because of my age, recent weight loss, respiratory infection, swollen glans, intestinal problems, the doctors had a serious concern I might be HIV+ and so did I. In fact, when the doctors asked the x-spath to leave the room so they could talk to me in private, I knew they were going to talk abut HIV…
There was no rapid test yet, so I need to wait for testing results. When the x-spath asked me what the doctors said, I told him the truth because I trusted him. I was embarrassed and apologized to him. He did not react badly. In fact, he said nothing other than agreeing I should be tested.
The next day he dumped me. What do you think what was really going on?