I’ve actually started doing art therapy again. Therapy has been amazing in unlocking my brain. I realized that my mind is basically just a supercomputer, and if I can get people to talk to me like I’m a robot, I can perform my functions.
I want to be a mom, but I’m scared because I don’t know how to. My partner has been really good about helping me process my sexual trauma.
Here’s the ■■■■■■ up thing about my sexual trauma: because my brain is wired as a lizard, most of my sexual trauma actually comes from having victimized others in the exact same way that I was victimized. I’ve found that an active and healthy sex life has really done a lot to bring out my better side.
Really, the treatment for psychopathy shouldn’t be prison. It should be therapy, direction, and validation. The stereotype that someone is messed up because they “weren’t hugged enough” is 100% accurate. All we need is a healthy way to process our aggression. Right now, I’m processing my aggression by starting a small business and concentrating on my art. I should post pictures of some of my art sometime. Maybe I’ll add them to this thread when I remember?
It’s not that I’m a liar, it’s that I’m inherently deceitful in the way I interact with people. The biggest difference between a psychopath and a sociopath is in how they use violence. Sociopaths are very “hot”. Psychopaths are “cold”. A sociopath uses “reactive violence,” which means that when they get overwhelmed with emotion, they lash out. When I get overwhelmed with emotion, I become very detached. My brain switches into overdrive and, suddenly, every and any option is on the table.
That’s why I was self-medicating by abusing prescription meds. I just wanted the internal emptiness to go away. My whole internal life is a constant struggle between cold emptiness and white hot rage. I can emotionally go from 0-100 on command. I tell my lizard brain that its in charge now, and I literally black out while I get sexual pleasure from hurting people.
I can work myself up to the point that I black out into a dissociative rage. I literally can trigger psychotic rage at will. That seems like a problem lolololol
When two female serial killers meet in the wild, something happens. It’s like a mating ritual. You scope each other out, learn each others preferences, do a little internet sleuthing. Then you meet, usually for coffee in a public place. Then you just talk. Who are you, who do you know. Were you born into it or did your parents force it on you? Then you meet a second time, usually at someone’s house or at a party. And then you get to ask the leading questions that you already know the answers to, using their micro expressions to have multiple conversations at once. That’s when you really get to know a person, is in the second meeting. You’ve seen them in public, and you’ve silently agreed to put the mask down and see who you each really are. This is the most important step, as its the make or break. You will fly from Seattle to Vegas for a weekend meet someone you talked to on the internet, because you realized that you might be able to do some real damage. Remember, we operate in pairs. At this point, the two of you have synched energies enough that you can sus each other out in a meaningful way. And what you’re trying to do is find out where in the Hierarchy they fall. The Hierarchy is:
- “True” Psychopaths
- Learned Psychopaths
- Sociopaths
It’s demeaning to be with someone who is of a lower rank in the hierarchy than you. If you sus someone out, and you learn they’re lower rank than you, you get disgusted. Like, ■■■■■■■ someone lower on the hierarchy than you is like ■■■■■■■ an animal. It’s abhorrent. You have to dissociate out of it, it’s horrific. If you sus someone out as “lower” than you, all prior interest immediately evaporates and they become just another victim.
But if you ever meet someone in the same place in the hierarchy as you, you immediately feel the sparks fly. And then you having meeting number three. Meeting number happens after 3 months. Meeting number three happens after you’ve built trust. If, after three months, you realize that they don’t fit into the same “subtype” as you, you get bored and move on. Once you realize that meeting number three is never going to happen, you realize they’re not the ONE and you move on. Because if they’re not sloppy, and they’re smart, and cold, and angry. Once you’re both ready, you have the mythical meeting number three. That’s where you just sort of talk shop.
What’s your MO? What’s you ideal victim? What sick fantasies do you really want to play out? Are we seriously considering this? The thing you figure out in meeting number three is which one of you is the “worm” and which is the “hammer”. Because we always operate in pairs, and it always “skips” a generation. Two “worms” can’t coexist in the same space, and two “hammers” can’t stay together.
And that’s as far as I got before I got arrested and “strongly recommended” that I consider going to therapy instead of continuing to lash out.
There. That’s my story. I hope you appreciate the novel. I did warn you! lol
I am now 100% open to questions, I promised this community when I made this account that I would only ever be as honest as I could while still maintaining some semblance of anonymity
Thanks for reading all this!
xoxo Alice