Getting Arrested / Victim of Crime - Your Experiences

Who wants to get caught?

All criminals are basically playing cops and robbers. The psychology of crime. You get the occasional one who does it purely for money - career criminals- they're the only ones to "trust" but mostly they're playing cops and robbers and when they're doing that they are basically waiting for the game to end and the game only ends when they get caught. Career criminals will make what money they need to make, launder it and leave the game before they get caught.

Thinking about when I played this at school. It was my turn to be a robber so I said "ok I'm just staying at the base then because that way I win the game" the other kids didn't like it, said I had to run around so I quit and went to play with some other kids instead. The Twins

Getting arrested.. going to jail.. myself, Patrick and No-one have done some things. Only convicted on one occasion. We punched a barmaid, smashed up a bar, drew blood on the arresting officer. The Twins did the statement which meant it was not readable in court because they talked nonsense and kept saying "what does a person have to do to be treated like a decent human being in here"

2 days later the host wakes up in a jail cell. Her first thought "thank God I haven't got to go on holiday with my mother" so to us we got away with that one because we care about the host not them other people. She read a book, ate some jail food. Got lonely and wanted some company and then regretted it when she got some but I dealt with that. So our overall experience was pleasant I guess. Paul

Yeah, I can imagine the multiple uses of a DID diagnosis. The ludicrousness of the lies to pull it off are freely available under the MKUltra information online as well.

ShaolinMonk wrote:Yeah, I can imagine the multiple uses of a DID diagnosis. The ludicrousness of the lies to pull it off are freely available under the MKUltra information online as well.

Didn't use DID as any kind of "get out of jail free card" ever. The problem is other parts confess. We pleaded guilty. The "victim" parts will take responsibility for our actions but we don't take responsibility for there's ie being victims - which you've given me something to think about there perhaps if the more antisocial parts took responsibility for the actions of the victims how they take responsibility for our actions, feel bad about our actions and even would willingly drop us in it - we have done a couple of things they don't know about, like I said, then as an overall person we might have a better balance.

BTW you don't come across as ASPD. You come across like a scorned victim. We used to use a chat sight for psychopaths because it was one place on the internet where the discussion was always calm not emotional. You stick out like a sore thumb.

Secondly in a therapy group for people of varying personality disorders we were in 10 years ago there was this one woman who targeted what she saw as the "weakest" guy in the room - an aspd guy who had a crisis after a near miss at work when he'd previously had much worse accidents and actually wanted help - admitted he had no feelings towards his children, targeted anyone who upset his wife because his wife was his gauge on what emotion was appropriate and if someone upset her he couldn't help but take vengeance - a really honest guy actually wanted help. This one woman targeted him, turned out she was a victim of her ex.

Your penis post and a few other things you've said read as "scorned victim" to me. Just saying. Could be wrong of course. Have a nice day. Paul

keep humping that "identity cluster" for all its worth.

Reads like you are talking about one of your "selves" that fked yourself and now you are trying to deny you fked your friend over.

Sucks to be so many of yourselves and screwing yourself and denying it to yourself. Which is pretty fking hilarious from my POV.

Wonder how your friend, the married dude is dealing with your betrayal?

- My dead boyfriend's mom and older brother killed someone when he was young.
They shot a man in the face for the most menial reason when they were trying to get away with a petty crime.
She did 12 or 13 years.
He's been in 25+ years and is denied parole - he said he doesn't want to leave anymore anyways.
She fuked him up pretty bad.
I often wonder what he's like, whether him and his brother have similarities.
My boyfriend and him reconnected when he got sick after years of estrangement and they were trying to arrange a visit, but mine died too fast.

I've had a few friends and boyfriends in my life over the years who did prison time (but they'd turned their lives around for the most part by the time they were in my life).

One got a huge settlement because he got deathly ill due to negligence.

All the ones who've done more than 2-3 years are mellow rather than mouthy.
They either don't seem too riled up about anything or they get excited at opportunities to be aggressive.

My ex from my last relationship goes to jail on a regular basis for a few months here and a few months there (I wasn't fully aware of that at the time we got involved).
He's charming (never gets in as much trouble as he should) and volatile.
He's fantastic with "Jail House Mentality" and he's a fantastic actor, so he probably does fine.

I feel he may do things on purpose to get himself put in jail if he gets in situations where he has to move and has absolutely nowhere to live.
Poor impulse control, poor reasoning out consequences, as well as a lot of the things Reaper listed in the "why would you fake mental illness thread"

However, he's also quite anxious on top of that, but people wouldn't know because he'll become volatile, aggressive and intimidating instead. "Posturing" with follow through?

Aside from our mini break ups, he stayed out of trouble when we were together, so this is a long way of saying that I don't know what it would be like to be a loved one of someone who gets arrested or sent to jail - nor do I want to know.

Getting arrested when I was younger was all just part of life. Didn't really bother me. I'd get processed, held in a cell, get taken to court and then I'd do it all over again. As I started to get older it just became a hassle. Too time consuming and inconvenient.

My brother was in and out of prison all his life and it was just normal for me to write to him and visit him. I don't really have any feeli gs about it to be honest.

I was arrested over a dozen times as a juvenile (lost count) and a few times into early adulthood (I since had expunged). So as of now, I'm beating the system, having erased all footprints and replacing those years with a fake story more consistent to the mask. Overall, I didn't like the loss of freedom, sleeping on slabs of metal, having to ask for this or that, eating cold mickey d burger. Even living with an ankle bracelet for 3 months was too much of a compromise. I snuck a lighter into a downstairs holding cell once and burnt my initials into the wall. That was cool.

I managed to do that except with matches.

It's weird because a lot of my memories merge into one these days but I seem to remember it was after myself and a friend of mine decided to break into the chemist (pharmacy) across the road from our children's home.

She was 17 at the time and I was a few years younger. She got remended in custody and I tried to burn down my cell in protest. I think I must have been waiting for my social worker.

Not sure how far I thought I'd get with a box of matches and a rolled up newspaper.

Not even a broadsheet.

It was an odd experience. The cops, the lawyer, the judge were all so apologetic to me. Each insisted they wished there was something they could do but their hands were tied. The judge actually apologized. The intake officers laughed in shock when they realized I had body modifications under my clothes as if I was a white piece of bread. The guards watching the metal detectors going into the courthouse joked about me carrying weapons and waved me on when the machine beeped. I guess aggressive stereotyping is pretty prevalent there. Not saying they were wrong. I was a very nice young woman and always had new clothes. I'd stop dying my hair and took out all my body piercings by then. Horrible resting bitch face and my eyes are too big.

I'll never forget the look of lust on the police woman's face when she strip searched me.

Dirty bitch....i told her she smelt lovely of garlic. She said she'd been to an Italian restaurant earlier on.