Before I became entangled with the sociopath, I was an avid consumer of self-help books and programs. Although I was successful in my career, I could not get the relationship thing to work. This, of course, was the vulnerability exploited by the sociopath I married, but I get ahead of myself.
In my quest for answers—Why was I alone? Why couldn’t I find love?—I once participated in a weekend seminar called “Understanding Yourself and Others.” After some initial skepticism, I found the program to be helpful. One of the things I remember from the weekend is a pithy little motto:
“The truth will set you free—but first it will piss you off.”
In reference to sociopaths, truer words were never spoken. When we finally learn the truth about these people, after months, years or decades of deception, we are hurt—but we are also enraged. Then, as we try to dig ourselves out of the hole, we learn more infuriating truths about the inability of other people in our lives, and of society’s institutions, to help us. Let’s take a look at what we learn.
Truths that make us angry
1. The sociopath never loved us. We were used. He or she wanted our money, or sex, or a place to live, or business connections, or a family to make him or her look normal, or whatever. All the promises of eternal love were bald-faced lies. We were supply, that’s all. They toyed with our hearts, and we are furious.
2. Other people just don’t understand. Those who have been lucky enough to avoid entanglements with sociopaths cannot fathom how we fell for it. They don’t comprehend the elaborate deception, the psychological manipulation and our inability to extract ourselves. We hear, “Just get over it already,” and are angry at the callousness of people who say they are concerned for us.
3. Credit card companies don’t care that we’ve been defrauded. The con artists talked us into paying their expenses or giving them money. Unless we can prove identity theft, the credit card companies don’t care how many lies he or she told. Even if a court finds the sociopath guilty of fraud, we’re stuck with the bills—which is patently unfair.
4. Legal authorities cannot cope with sub-criminal sociopaths. Unless the sociopath commits murder or robs a bank, chances are slim that law enforcement will take action. Fraud and domestic violence charges are difficult to prove, so they often don’t get investigated. But even if the police do take action, much of it is undone in the courts. Between manipulating the legal system and lying under oath, sociopaths rarely get the punishment they deserve. Sometimes they actually get away with murder, and we are fit to be tied.
5. Media images of sociopaths are wrong. On television and in the movies, sociopaths are equated with The Sopranos and psychopaths are portrayed as Hannibal Lecter. Some disordered people are, in fact, demented murderers and serial killers, but the vast majority of them are not. By promulgating myths and not reporting reality, the media do a tremendous disservice to everyone. As a trained journalist, this one really pisses me off.
Truths that set us free
6. Evil exists. Many of us got into our predicaments because we did not realize that human beings are capable of the evil that sociopaths perpetrate. Now we know, and knowledge is power. We know to be on the lookout for these predators, so that we do not fall into their traps again.
7. Our intuition knows better. Most of us felt something was wrong with the predator early in the game. We got the tickling in the brain, the twisting in the stomach, telling us to get out. But we let the sociopaths explain away our concerns. Now we know—when it comes to protecting ourselves from evil, our instincts are usually right.
8. We cannot save the sociopath. Sociopaths do not seek treatment. But suppose, due to a court order or fear of losing their gravy train, they do submit to medication or therapy. Suppose the treatment makes them 50 percent less abusive. That’s still 50 percent too much abuse for a healthy relationship. No matter how hard we try to save them, sociopaths are incapable of empathy or love. Adult sociopaths will not suddenly develop a conscience. So we can put down the burden of rescuing them, because it is not possible.
9. We must learn discrimination. An important meaning of the word “discriminate” is “to distinguish accurately.” Our mission in life is to learn when to say yes, and when to say no, so that our decisions support our wellbeing. We cannot abdicate this decision to others, even to people in authority. Some of them are sociopaths. Even if they aren’t, the people in charge do not always have our best interests at heart.
10. We are responsible for our own healing. We’ve been exploited, injured, used, and now we are struggling to overcome the pain. But where did the pain actually begin? There may have been some vulnerability or desire within us—something as normal as wanting to be loved. Somehow we felt we were lacking, and that gave the sociopath an opening. He or she ripped open our hearts, and whatever old wounds were hidden in them. Now we must look within, force ourselves to take stock of everything that’s there, and heal. Even when we have support, it is a lonely journey that we must undertake ourselves. But it is the journey that truly sets us free.
One of the codependency self help books I used to study said that often victims become victims because they are “trained” in childhood to put up with too much from others, and that you have to retrain yourself. They called this process “reparenting”
Kat,
OH, YES!!! 1000 TIMES YES!!!
Little- Oh My! I so know how you are feeling. The anxiety and confusion and depression and physical pain. I remember just a few month’s ago being so out of touch with anything. I would get up in the morning thinking I would be ok, but some days I didn’t even get out of bed. I was in a relationship for 3 years with a (P) (BPD), it was the worst years of my life. I still have problem’s excepting what happened. But I want you and Blondie to know this—listen closley–I am still in alot of pain–emotionally and physically. But I am able to function -and the (emotional pain) although it is still there, is less intense. After week’s of anxiety, depression, and losing so much weight , I went to a Doctor and asked for anti depressants. I don’t know if they have helped, maybe by coming here to LF and educating myself (about what is going on) with me. And trying hard every f-ing day to accept what I have learned accept what has happened in the past months and years, this place and the knowledge I have now are my salvation. But I do think the zoloft helped with the anxiety. So I recommend medication for at least six months. But more than anything I want too stress too you – as you learn – as you slowly and painfully come out of the fog – and maybe with medication – you will start coming back to a more rational self. I will admit it – I don’t want to preach, I just want you too stop hurting. If my X knocked on the door right now I would probably take him back – I have been really down the past several day’s – but it is nothing – NOTHING – like it was…….
the emotional pain and confusion is NOTHING like it was… my back still hurt’s…:)
no henry the 8th…..you would not take him back…..and you will avoid going to any place you shouldnt where there are hundreds more like him…..good lord its only been 4 months….im just over a year…we have to fight for our own life, not give in to the battle….keep the strength
dear ms toodles and anyone else out there…..i have a new mission….i think i will try and reparent myself………unless of course anyone out there would like to volunteer for the job…lol….im sure ill have myself in timeout for most of the time……but even though i am skeptical about my success, has anyone done this successfully or have any good resources they could recommend………im very serious…..pls terri
DEar NWV, I’m doing that (essentially that) right now. I suggest that you read the old stand by Eric Berne’s “Games people play” it will give you some ideas on how to find the “Parent tapes” that are implanted in our heads and the “games” we were taught to play and the roles we were taught to play, and the emotions we were taught to feel if we didn’t “Play along” with the games.
I have finally gotten a good, clear over view of the “games” we substituted for “life”—for thinking–for decision making—for acting on logic—it kept the “status quo” and that was the IMPORTANT THING was to “keep the peace and staus quo, no matter what the price of doing so was”
I’ve become more aware of these “tapes” that tell me to feel guilty if I stand up for myself, to “not rock the boat” and to “let’s pretend that none of this happened.”
My mother even actually VERBALIZED that out loud. I couldn’t believe HOW RIDICULOUS IT SOUNDED when it was spoken ALOUD. I looked at her and I said, “Well as long as we are PRETENDING, why don’t we pretend that Daddy and M (my H) aren’t dead, and we’ll set them a place at dinner tonight and have a nice time with them.”
My mom looked at me like I was insane! But I knew that it was ME THAT WAS SANE and that it made as much sense to “pretend” that the men were alive as to pretend that “none of this had happened”—-LOL
I’m having to learn from scratch, from the get go, to set boundaries for people within the “trust zone” or “close people” I’ve not had trouble setting boundaries for those outside the family and close friends. Though mom disapproved of this she didn’t rigorously punish me for doing it, but the punishment was reserved for setting boundaries for those in the family or with “friends.”
So I already know how to set boundaries for others “outside” and am learning to set boundaries for those closer.
Another mantra besides “pretending” was “WHAT WOULD THE NEIGHBORS THINK” I have come to the conclusion on that that I do not CARE what the “neighbors think” I am NOT going to run my life by worrying incessently what someone else might “think”—I do not need the validation of the “neighbors.”
I still am invested heavily in what my two sons think about my actions, but at the same time, I am gaining automomy with them as well, and recently I made a decision to set a boundary that I really did think would send one of my sons into a tail spit as the people were friends of his as well, but I made the decision to explain it to him, but to DO IT WITHOUT GUILT regardless of what his thoughts or feelings on the situation were. It turned out that he did agree with me, and in fact, is starting to set boundaries with these people himself, independently of my boundaries.
So, in effect, my setting boundaries and being willing to hold them is also positively impacting my sons and my relationship with them as well.
I think the “reparenting” or whatever you want to call it, is well worth the trouble and effort to do. It is releasing me from the “guilt tapes” deeply implanted inside my head to “control” by emotions. I am taking control of them myself. A very liberating feeling. Good luck.
OxDrover,
And an “excellent post” to you, my new friend! I totally relate to the “what will the neighbors think” mentality. That was (and still is) my mother’s total motivation in life: impressing strangers with a false presentation of self and reality.
And to everyone else in this struggle: another big turning point for me was reading an online essay called “Characteristics of a Narcissistic Mother.” I’m afraid it’s been through so many incarnations, I’m not sure of the original author, but it is a doozy. Just Google the title.
I recognized my own mother, and was able to use the lessons learned from that essay to break free of many of those internal “tapes” of which you speak, OxDrover. I was very motivated by a horrifying sentence in another essay on the same topic, to-wit: “Narcissists breed narcissists.”
I recognized some of the same behaviors in myself and I set out to mend as much as I could. I resolved to make myself more empathetic. I had considered myself almost an open wound of feeling before, but I find that now I can detach (de-enmesh myself) from others and really think about how they are or might be feeling. And act accordingly.
And, believe it or not, I also took a valuable lesson from my ex’s mother, who passed on a couple of years ago. I would do her shopping for her and she’d tell me: “Get only the best. The best brands.” After she passed, I was thinking of her one day and decided that I, too, deserved “only the best.” Before (in the old life), I was only too happy to take the smallest piece of cake, the worst seat, the chair with the broken leg. Now, I realize it’s ok if I have a big, sloppy piece of cake now and then.
During some of the recovery process, I would wake up each day and ask myself “What will make me happy today?”. Then I’d do it, whether it be a few hours of peace and quiet, a trip to the bargain store or a really good meal. I’d do things for myself without guilt. That was HUGE.
Continued good luck to us all.
oxy tks…i shall try and find that…i think its a good sign that i want to work more on myself and push him hopefully entirely out of my head….as a side, locally there is a big hubub in hollywood fl over a 10,000 plus swingers convention here…im sure he is probably frantically doing you know what over the anticipation of this being so close….its amazing not too long ago the city chased these people away, but the economy is so bad that they are now catering to them…..and the new tv series swingtown…it just drives me nuts that this is moving so much into mainstream america….he tried to convince me that i just wasnt with the times…but you know what, no one will convince me….even if the point of an open marriage is that you tell each other and share other couples….in such a sexually charged environment, one is always looking at others as potential sexual partners….dont know how healthy that is for a relationship, unless both parties are bisexual…….oh well, what do i know
also, i laughed so hard when you relayed the story to your mom about setting the table for the 2 deceased men,,,cause we are pretending!!!!!!
that just cracks me up..im still laughing…like little children still stuck playing make believe…
well off to reparent or whatever it is called….i hope i dont have to take my phone or computer privileges away lol
and toodles i like the idea of waking up and saying what will make me happy today……
Oxy I truly believe that this experience, this battle of the soul, was brought to me, for me to understand, that I have a NUMBER ONE DUTY to protect myself, and love myself and in putting my hand in the fire, I now remember to stay away from that and will call that into being, when and if affairs of the heart make me soggy in the head. I hope that Henry recalls that too.