When I see math problems I automatically think of my work in the sex industry. I had a client who was a psychologist living a double life. He catered to addicts because he was one himself. Usually people with troubled backgrounds say they want to help others follow in their overcoming footsteps Not him. He wanted clients who could get him dope, inject him (seriously, true story), turn tricks with him, or serve as debt collectors. Every client had to participate in his game, help him get that next high. The threat of him causing a patient to return to prison due to a bad report to a probation officer from him was real but unspoken. I was not a person prone to being intimidated by others, but even I felt vulnerable. I understood why there are rules against people in power forming relationships with subordinates.
HE HAD A HIGH OPINION OF ME, FOR A HOOKER
He knew I was smart and complimented me when he said I was nearly intelligent enough to comprehend his writing. He got off on showing me reports that he wrote to parole officers about his patients–for his amusement. He would write, “patient relapsed today,” but wouldn’t say the person relapsed with him. Those reports were like trophies he kept to relive the victimization with some tangible reminder. I know about psychopaths and their souvenirs from watching Forensic Files.
THE SHOW I GAVE HIM
He find my perceived intelligence appealing in his tole as a trick. I saw him once a week and each time he had something new for me. He liked to watch me and whisper encouragement in my ear while I sat at his computer…and took I.Q. tests. A different type each week to measure different abilities. He wanted to see if I maintained my scores through my using.A sample question is
A is to 1
C is to 3
E is to ?
When I chose the correct answer and marked the proper multiple choice selection, he loved it. “Five! Yes! The answer is five!” he would cry in delight as his hand worked below his belt. After he always whispered,
You are so…so… smart. And cheap, too. I’m a lucky guy.
I liked the visits. I always enjoyed praise, even in the form of backhanded compliments. I also liked getting high during the date rather than waiting til after. I never told guys I was a user if they didn’t know. Drug use freaked out normal people. And the guys paid less for goods even more damaged than they thought.
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO HIM?
He is dead now. Suicide by hanging I heard. I also heard overdose. Who knows? Revenge killing perhaps. Maybe he sent the wrong person back to prison by getting high with him then ratting him out.