Una+, thank you for your encouragement to post about myself. I do hope that sharing my experiences might help someone else in some way…either by relating or feeling a kindred spirit. It helps me a lot just getting it out by putting it in writing. I especially appreciate your support and compassion. I know you put a lot of thought and caring into your posts.
So here's my latest twisty episode...I had another bit of proof this morning, that my candy/cookie little is quite aware, even when I am not. Long time ago, we installed an alarm on our bedroom door...when it’s set, a loud "ding dong" if the door is opened. It can't be turned off once inside closed door, only from the outside.
Jack gets up before me during the week, so when he opens the door, the alarms dings. On the weekends though, I get up before him, open the door, "ding," then I turn the alarm off and close the door (so the dogs don't get in and jump on the bed.) With the alarm off, then I can also go in & out to get laundry, use bathroom, etc. So, on weekend nights, I just have to remember to set the alarm again, so that it's armed during the night.
Well, I guess Sunday night, I forgot it was turned off, and forgot to set it. Didn't even think about it, just went to bed as usual. Then Jack must’ve came to bed and shut the door probably assuming the alarm was set. He got up this morning, and I guess there was no "ding." I had awakened when he got up, so while he was out in kitchen, I did a quick fast forward review of my bedside "spy video camera" and did not see any night-time activity at all, just my usual toss & turn in the bed. Things have been quiet the past few weeks at night, so I figured another quiet night and erased it all.
Then I got up, washed my hair etc. and went out. Jack was in the livingroom watching TV. I went to the kitchen for coffee, and there discretely on the top of the microwave, was a piece of oreo cookie. Uh oh. Last week there had been some oreos mysteriously put in my purse. So I checked around the kitchen and found the oreo box sorta mangled in the pantry, with crumbs on the shelf. Checked my purse, and discovered two new cookies in a side pocket. I didn't say anything out loud, got my coffee, sat down with Jack. He was in his usual early-morning mode, checking the weather, etc. Totally normal, simple acting, chit-chat, just commented that he noticed the door alarm wasn’t on when he got up. He left, and I continued to get ready, checking all my drawers and spots where there’s been gift/stash left before. Nothing else was discovered.
When I got to work later this morning, I called my son, who was still at home. I told him I must’ve gotten out of the bedroom, and he said he thought he had heard someone in the hallway around 3am. We talked about this incident, as well as some of the other candy wrappers I’ve been finding again recently. Initially when all this started happening, he had thought it was Jack. But now he agrees with me that it’s just not possible…we both realize that Jack is not a devious type, and simply not capable of covering up his tracks or hiding his emotions.
I spoke with my son frankly, about maybe I’ve got something going on in my head. This is the first time that I’ve actually used the term “dissociative.” I know it’s upsetting to him, but I am relieved that I can confide in him and that he’s accepting what I am telling him.
I have also been casually mentioning to Jack that I’m probably going to next pursue psychological possibilities, as there’s not been any confirmed sleep or neurological disorders, However, I’m just not giving him all the details at this time…it’s not that I still think he’s a culprit, but rather that he has a tendency to over-react, try to take charge, and misunderstand a situation. He’s a good man, and I believe he really cares about me, but I’m concerned this might be a bit much for him to take. He might more easily believe I was kidnapped and re-programmed by space aliens! You are right though, he probably is stressed wondering what’s going on, so keeping him sorta in the loop will be good.
Still can’t shake this headache, and I want to read more on that link you sent me about “Locus of Control.” When I see that term, I’m twisting it in my mind to “Loss of Focus Control”, which seems pretty appropriate at the moment.

I appreciate your pointing me to more info.
Couple of questions ...?
When I looked at the video this morning and didn't see anything amiss from the night, is it possible that there were images and I just couldn't see them? You mentioned that once before, when I was looking at grocery store receipts. How does that happen? Or why? Why would a little one or another, not want me to know? I have tried to have conversations...I tell her/him/them I'll be ok with all this but it's upsetting to feel confused and to please help me understand.
Also, is it possible to have an alter who is an animal, like a cat?