Last week I posted two articles related to the Vienna Presbyterian Church in Vienna, Virginia. Between 2001 and 2005, as many as a dozen teenage girls may have suffered sexual, emotional and spiritual abuse from a church youth director. This year, the youth director was long gone, but church leaders felt that the wounds had not be properly addressed and healed. So a few months ago, the pastor and church issued a public apology.
Lawyers for the church’s insurance company warned the church not to accept responsibility for the failings of the youth director. Doing so, the insurance company said, would jeopardize the church’s coverage in case a lawsuit was filed.
The Vienna Presbyterian Church ignored the demands of its insurance company. On March 27, Pastor Peter James preached a sermon that acknowledged the church’s failings.
“Let me speak for a moment to our survivors,” he said. “We, as church leaders, were part of the harm in failing to extend the compassion and mercy that you needed. Some of you felt uncared for, neglected and even blamed in this church. I am truly sorry ”¦ I regret the harm this neglect has caused you.”
Guess what—so far, none of the young women has filed a lawsuit.
Why not? The case would be a slam-dunk. The youth director pleaded guilty to contributing to the delinquency of a minor. The church accepted responsibility. Several of the now young women have trouble in relationships, because they are still seeking the fantasy that the youth director promised. If they filed suit, they’d win.
My guess is that the women don’t want money. They want to be heard. They want to be validated. And they want to be healed.
Invisible damage
The problem with sociopathic entanglements is that so much of the damage is invisible. Even in cases where we lose money, jobs, homes, and are subject to physical violence, the big wounds are not readily apparent. Before all those obvious injuries occurred, the sociopaths softened us up with emotional manipulation, psychological control and spiritual abuse. These internal wounds not only eat at us, but they make it difficult for us to respond to, and recover from, the obvious physical damage.
After the sociopath, we need to purge our emotional and mental pain. We need internal stability. But when we reach out for help on this level, many of the people around us simply don’t get it.
They don’t understand why we need to talk so much about what happened. They don’t understand how, when we suspected that we were being used, we allowed it to continue. They don’t understand why we are still confused in our thoughts and emotions about the sociopath.
Get over it, they tell us.
These are the people, of course, who are lucky enough to have avoided a direct assault from a sociopath in their own lives. We often understand why they don’t really understand what happened—after all, we were once as clueless as they are. Still, their ignorance of the depth of our pain seems to increase our pain. We feel like we are not being heard, and our suffering is being invalidated.
Debriefing
Karin Huffer, in her book, the Legal Abuse Syndrome, describes this situation in detail in her chapter on “Debriefing.”
Debriefing, she says, is the first step in recovery. In the debriefing process, we tell someone exactly what happened to us, in all the painful detail. Unfortunately, it’s hard to find what Huffer describes as “quality listeners.” These are people who have the ability to hear what we have to say, overriding their own protective filters. She writes:
Protective filters are always at work. If an individual begins to share with another and the data threatens the listener’s feelings of safety, they may try to divert the data or simply not hear it at all ”¦
The function of this protective filter is to maintain the equilibrium of the listener. Victims’ stories shake the foundations that we lean upon in order to feel safe. When it is impossible for friends or family to hear, due to their protective psychological filters shielding them from vicarious pain, the victim feels rejected and alone.
Huffer goes on to describe a formal debriefing process. It’s best done with a quality listener or support group, but an individual can do it alone if necessary.
Support at Lovefraud
I believe that we have many, many quality listeners on Lovefraud. I am always amazed at the thoughtful, comforting and patient comments posted in response to readers who are spilling their traumatized guts.
The reason Lovefraud readers can do this, of course, is because we’ve all been there. We know what it’s like to be deceived, betrayed and assaulted. We know what it’s like to sit amidst the wreckage of what was once our lives. We’re all on the path to recovery, and those of us who are further along help those of us who are just beginning.
Healing, in the end, is an individual journey. To fully recover, we must consciously excavate and examine our pain, and find a way to let it go. But the process is helped immensely when we are heard and validated. I am so glad that Lovefraud offers this to so many people.
abbri:
I can relate. I am so sorry for all you have gone through. It sounds like you had it all and lost it because of him. I have somewhat the same situation, but not as bad as you. I left my very good job last year because of him. No one put a gun to my head; it was ultimately my choice to leave, but I felt like I had to to get away from him. It was too hard seeing him. I could never have NC if I stayed there so I gave up a lot. In my heart I know I made the right decision, but boy, sometimes it sure doesn’t feel like it.
You know, in a way it is good you swung by that woman’s house because you just validated what you already knew…he is a LIAR. He told you he was done with her and there he was. And she lied also and told you she has a new boyfriend…right! So…even though it wasn’t the best thing to do, I think you needed to see that to make you realize NO MORE! I’ll tell you how I can relate to that. Last year, my X spath moved into a new house with his wife. He had been separated for a year (a long time) and was duping me to believe that he wasn’t going back there; that he was getting a divorce when of course that was all a lie. So after he went back, they bought a new house. One day, I decided to drive by. Well, let me tell you, that is all I needed to see. I never drove by there again…never. It’s about an $800,000 house and when I saw that, I was sick. So hopefully you have also learned your lesson and just stay away. It’s better, believe me!!!! Hugs to you!!!
Abbri-my longtime friends got tired of me talking about it too. That’s when I finally came here.
Hi Abbri,
When my twin passed away, I read a lot of grief/loss issues. It said that even close family/husband/friends can only stand about one month of your grieving…then they just can’t handle it anymore. I’m glad I had different friends/family to talk about it with. I did A LOT of grieving on my own, in my car by myself…lol when I think of it now..yikes! The yellin and hollerin goin on/cryin/swearing/cryin/hating god and the RAGE!!! Felt good to let it go actually. I suggest you get in your car, turn on the music, park somewhere and let it rip baby. Scream, yell, holler loud as you can, cry, laugh, everything…I’m tellin ya, you’ll feel better!
Best to you!
Superkid,
What you are describing sounds like bi-polar (used to be called manic/depressive) MANY psychopaths are ALSO bi-polar and/or ADHD as well…..both ADHD and Bi-polar are also partly genetic as well…so when they have more than one diagnosis it is the double or triple whammy! Add in a little bit of drug or alcohol addiction and you have a train wreck!
Might account for a lot of things.
Many people hwo are bi-polar are “bad enough” even if they are not also high in psychopathic traits, but many refuse treatment because they LIKE THE HIGH they get when they are manic.
Good observation. Might answer some other questions for you.
Ana:
I didn’t know about your twin. That is horrible. So sorry to hear that. I can’t imagine going through that. It had to truly be like losing a part of yourself.
Thank you eb,
Yes, it’s been strange to say the least. That’s when I met my spath friend, when I was grieving my twin. Ugh…But I’m better now, in therapy and trying best I can to take care of me! Everyday gets a little better and being here at LF made a HUGE difference for the positive side : )
Ana:
I see…you were vulnerable. It upsets me when vulnerable people are taken advantage of.
I am so glad you are better! 🙂 Taking care of you is so important.
Can someone please explain to me “gaslighting”.
I see that terminology a lot around here.
What exactly does it mean in context of the sociopath?
Joanie
Joanie,
gas lighting confuses me a bit too.
It refers to a very old movie about a woman whose fiance is trying to make her think she is going crazy. He uses the natural gas powered lights to do that, by dimming them of and on. When she asks him if he noticed it, he denies it, and tells her she imagined it. This makes her feel crazy and fearful.
Most people here use that term to mean that the spath lies and makes you question reality because he pretends that what happened really didn’t and well… who would do that?
I experienced that as well, but I always think of something different when I think of gas lighting. My spath would constantly talk about morbid things. Like different ways people can “accidentally die” or about suicide or about our home burning down. He did this under the guise of being “worried” but in fact he just wanted to keep me in a state of dread – it was CONSTANT. For some reason, that’s how I think of the word gaslighting.
I was the church organist when I was fourteen? through age 17?
I never felt comfortable playing in front of people. Then Jack, was made choir director and he was also in charge of the organists.
First he demanded that I sing while playing….and sing into a microphone!!!!!! I said NO! He told me I had to. I thought I’d lay low and maybe he would forget about me.
He didn’t.
He would come to church to sit next to me during service. He wouldn’t shut up! He was complaining about his wife. He criticized church goers who didn’t kneel. I looked at him and reminded him that I was a kid.
Because I refused to sing while I played organ he insisted that he give me singing lessons in church basement on Saturday mornings (when no one is around) I didn’t show up.
I complained to the priest about him. This did nothing but piss Jack off and then Jack really came after me. I complained to my dad. My dad said I would bring the church down if I exposed Jack.
I quit the church instead.
It didn’t take much to get me to quit cause I never had a good experience with church. My mom beat me on the head to get to church on time. She didn’t like to plan ahead so beating me on the head was easier for her. She could never find her purse before church so she would beat me on the head cause I couldn’t find it fast enough. I got beat up every Sunday. She beat me up to get me to move faster for school in the morning. She just liked to beat me! Then I got beat up by my brothers cause they said I was mom’s favorite….
I was so done with the shit. I quit the church and only tried to go back briefly. But, all it took to send me running was a priest running at me with those donations envelopes.