Friday, December 26, 2014
Deannalynn Arzola: "... It must've been some kind of kiss. I should'v...
Deannalynn Arzola: "... It must've been some kind of kiss. I should'v...: "... It must've been some kind of kiss. I should've walked away. I should've walked away. I should've walked away. Is...
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Deannalynn Arzola: So, I have been doing a considerable amount of res...
Deannalynn Arzola: So, I have been doing a considerable amount of res...: So, I have been doing a considerable amount of research on sociopathy for my current novel about a sociopathic serial killer and the woman w...
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Deannalynn Arzola: My dear girl,I can point out your stories number ...
Deannalynn Arzola: My dear girl,
I can point out your stories number ...: My dear girl, I can point out your stories number by number: 1) You know no one else used his Facebook profile pic to build a profile us...
I can point out your stories number ...: My dear girl, I can point out your stories number by number: 1) You know no one else used his Facebook profile pic to build a profile us...
Saturday, December 13, 2014
Gaslight opens with a teen aged Paula interrupting, to no avail other than to cause the perpetrator to flee, the murder of her Aunt, an accomplished opera singer inside their London town-home.
Paula is immediately fodder for the sociopath. She is shaken, afraid, wounded, damaged. The very best target there is for a predator.
She meets and falls in love with a beautifully beguiling pianist. He is strong and charming and seemingly knows her better than anyone else she has ever known. After a brief courtship, they marry on Lake Como in Italy. During their honeymoon, her new husband, Gregory mentions that he has always dreamed of moving to London and living in a darling-little-townhouse-on-the-square. Paula just happens to own one by way of bequeathment.
Once in the townhouse, Gregory continues to work his magical charm on Paula, while at the same time driving her mad by making her believe she is weak and forgetful and crazy and isolating her from everyone. In the mean time, Paula comes across a letter written to her murdered aunt just two days prior to the homicide. Gregory completely loses his composure when she begins to read the letter aloud. He then quickly reverts back to his charming self and apologizes, blaming her for upsetting him, as she became irritated by the find causing Gregory to become concerned.
With the help of Scotland Yard's detective Cameron, one of her late aunt's greatest fans and her nosy neighbor, she holds fast to her sanity and confronts him. As he's tied to a chair in the very room in which he has been rummaging around in at night, tethered by the detective, Paula taunts him. It's beautiful revenge. A nice ending.
Ingrid Bergman won an Oscar for her portrayal of Paula. Charles Boyer is the perfect sociopath. Intense eyes, wonderfully talented, exceedingly beguiling.
Gregory's end to Paula's means was a cache of royal jewels that he had killed Paula's aunt for ten years earlier.
The moment that Paula comes to realize she is married to a sociopath, she says, "That would mean nothing was real, from the beginning." That is the moment.
For me it was a realization that I made six months in. I go back to my writing in those days. I posted research on sociopathy. I wrote all about him (of course) and his signs. I knew, and can you believe it, I am still dealing with the realization here, 20 months in. I jest. I used to say, "I'm trying to walk away. He won't let me go. He'll never let me go." The things he said and did to make me believe my statement are the very reasons I could not walk away. So, again, I went back. He called and I came running. A true exercise in the theory of Pavlov's dog. In fact, his words did, indeed, make me salivate. Only this time, the so called bond strengthened, and I was already involved with someone else. I swear, he could feel it, because it was the first weekend together for my new amore' and myself, and sure as the dog salivates when he hears the whistle, he emailed me after three months of silence. And, of course, I let him back in. This was about five months ago. We began to talk everyday, as I am trying to love this other man. My devotion to my sociopath got in the way in a very big way. I even stopped seeing my new guy.
Before the sociopath diagnosis was finally empirical to me, I was feeling serious pangs of remorse and guilt over the way I treated my new guy. I emailed him with my apologies and I missed him, in the midst, of course of my sociopath's withdrawal stage. Right about that time, I emailed my sociopath, as well. I for some reason, well no reasoning I can think of, not allot of logic there, but I took control of our situation, and I did so on the sly. I said, "I had my tarot read the other day. My spiritual adviser said that I, indeed, am supposed to be here, as we always have been, but not in the way in which you wish. You are supposed to be focusing on your daughter. If being with me is distracting you from your destiny, well, I am the last person on earth to do so. I will always love you, but I do so, so exponentially, that I simply cannot have this passionate, sexual relationship with you." No response. My new guy and I got together the other day. An amazing weekend. Early to bed. Drinking coffee and reading the news in bed, in the morning, the rain drops pelting the window. Passionate human contact. Normalcy. The rain was coming down relentlessly and we were starving, so I raided the kitchen and whipped up a lovely lunch. We snuggled in the dark afternoon, and my sweet man did something he often does that brings distance to the us of us. He mentioned the sociopath, as he knows him, too. He said, "What happened with XXX? Someone brought it to my attention that he was arrested recently." I, of course, knew nothing of this, but I tried very hard to contain my emotionality in that moment. "Arrested". It reminded me of something I had forgotten. My sociopath is a sociopath. I simply smiled and said, "Well, isn't that just like a sociopath?". He looked at me with that sometimes look of perplexity he gets, puzzled that what I told him over a year ago is true. Perplexity at my continued involvement with a man I have often referred to as a sociopath. I am certain he was seeking my reaction. I'm not sure how he took it but, as my guy dropped me at my house, he said, "Give my regards to XXX." And while I did respond, "I always talk about you to XXX.", and I don't know where those words came from, a defense mechanism, I suppose, nevertheless, I have not heard from my guy since.
I came inside and immediately looked up his alleged arrest record, and there it was. Arrested for theft, in another county than that which he lives, at 2:30 in the morning. I went back to our instant messages and certainly was able to correlate that day, precisely, with a day in which we were supposed to get together. I had messaged him the following day of the arrest and he simply said, "I'm sorry. I was unable to get back to you sooner. I had some personal issues arise, at work." My head has been spinning ever since. And I'm pretty damn sure I've lost my new guy, altogether. I mean, how could HE possible understand what just happened to me. I'm smart and intuitive. And duped.
I saw many of the same characteristics in my sociopath that I saw in "Gaslight"s Gregory. I saw the same characteristics in myself that I saw in Paula.
I am still stunned...
Please share your stories with me. Together, we are stronger...
-Deannalynn Arzola
Sociopath World: Sociopathy in the Bedroom
STUNNING!!!
Please reply if you have been in the submissive position...
Sociopath World: Sociopathy in the Bedroom: From a reader: So I have a new girlfriend. I met her on fetlife.com, a social network for pervs. She wants someone that will physically...
Please reply if you have been in the submissive position...
Sociopath World: Sociopathy in the Bedroom: From a reader: So I have a new girlfriend. I met her on fetlife.com, a social network for pervs. She wants someone that will physically...
Friday, December 12, 2014
Sociopath World: Who wants to be a sociopath?
Sociopath World: Who wants to be a sociopath?: From a reader: I'm going to ask you the most common question you must surely be asked, Am I a sociopath? I am fourteen years old and ...
Thursday, December 11, 2014
Deannalynn Arzola: "The Travel Agent, the Sticky-note and the Sociop...
Deannalynn Arzola: "The Travel Agent, the Sticky-note and the Sociop...: "The Travel Agent, the Sticky-note and the Sociopath" by Deannalynn Arzola Have you ever felt so compelled to adjoin your...
Deannalynn Arzola: Sociopathy 101 Recently, I have been doing an i...
Deannalynn Arzola: Sociopathy 101
Recently, I have been doing an i...: Sociopathy 101 Recently, I have been doing an inordinate amount of research on sociopathy. I am of the belief that knowledge of this at...
Recently, I have been doing an i...: Sociopathy 101 Recently, I have been doing an inordinate amount of research on sociopathy. I am of the belief that knowledge of this at...
Deannalynn Arzola: The REAL WhySeems like forever, now, I've been a...
Deannalynn Arzola: The REAL Why
Seems like forever, now, I've been a...: The REAL Why Seems like forever, now, I've been asking myself why. Why do I love you so fucking much? Why am I so compelled to love ...
Seems like forever, now, I've been a...: The REAL Why Seems like forever, now, I've been asking myself why. Why do I love you so fucking much? Why am I so compelled to love ...
The following is a letter I wrote to my sociopath BEFORE I actually knew he was a sociopath...
Stunning...
I don’t hate you.
I no longer trust you.
I gave you my honesty. I trusted you with a very big part of myself.
So of all the people I know in this town, you were the last person I would have imagined could hurt me so much.
I feel so much love here from every person I know, even people I don’t know, except you.
They are kind, and complimentary.
You are not.
To me, whom you know actually cares about you. You, the one person who actually knows how I feel about them.
You are the only person who never tells me I look great today. The only person who makes absolutely no effort to bring a little sunshine to my day. To my life. You make no effort.
I have lots of shit running around my head, too, but everyday, I make an effort.
To be kind, patient, understanding.
Of all the people here in this beautiful place, you are the person who hurts me. You.
How could I have been so wrong?
You make me regret my honesty and I regret nothing.
I am the one you chose to hurt.
You cannot fathom what a huge mistake that is on your part.
Not because I hate you.
Stupid.
Because I could have loved you.
Now, I cannot...-DeAnnalynn Arzola
7/25/2013
Welcome to "In Love With an Illusion"
This is an open forum blog regarding sociopathy.
It has been said several times over that we have all met at least on sociopath in our lifetime and probably didn't even know it. That being said, many of us also loved a sociopath, as thoroughly as one can, and in that love, we examined our partner, as we do, and found that he or she was different than the others. How it is we come to define them as a sociopath varies, I imagine, however there is always that moment when we become enlightened to the fact that every single word our beloved has ever said to us was said with motive, a means to an end.
I welcome all comments, information, and stories from everyone. I hope to hear from sociopaths, as well as those of us who love them. Speak out loud or anomalously, just speak. You have a safe place to land here.
This is an open forum blog regarding sociopathy.
It has been said several times over that we have all met at least on sociopath in our lifetime and probably didn't even know it. That being said, many of us also loved a sociopath, as thoroughly as one can, and in that love, we examined our partner, as we do, and found that he or she was different than the others. How it is we come to define them as a sociopath varies, I imagine, however there is always that moment when we become enlightened to the fact that every single word our beloved has ever said to us was said with motive, a means to an end.
I welcome all comments, information, and stories from everyone. I hope to hear from sociopaths, as well as those of us who love them. Speak out loud or anomalously, just speak. You have a safe place to land here.
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