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.
Dear Swallow,
Fortunately, not all abused children turn out to be abusers as well. I am well acquainted with a family in which there are 5 children, one mentally retarded, so we won’t count her in the mix. Two of the children from this TERRIBLY abusive family, turned out wonderful, and two turned out to be just like the mother–psychopathic.
There is some genetic interaction along with the environmental aspect. A saying that I think sums it up is “the same sun that hardens the clay, melts the wax” so the same terrible abusive upbrining has different effects on the different children because some get the genetic potential more than others to accept the abuse and become abusers themselves. Others don’t have that genetic propensity to become abusers.
It would be totally unrealistic for every family to be supervised by professionals, which might be ideal, but unfortunately some families that on the “outside” appear to be “normal” are anything but normal and good.
Just the horrible physical abuse of children is in itself so wide spread that professionals can’t keep up with it. Plus, taking children away from parents, even abusive parents can also be traumatic. I think Beverly is a prime example of that, by being placed in “care” at age 6 to age 11, was a trauma for her in and of itself.
To me, I am more suprised at the amount of “normal” people who come out of childhood wihtout a great deal of trauma than I am about the high number of people who have suffered emotional trauma in their upbringing.
I have a little plaque that I bought a couple of years ago that I thought actually summed up my family life. It says “Keep in mind, everyone thinks we are a nice normal family.”
WOW, did that plaque speak to me. It is sooooo true. The people in the community here where my family has lived since 1833 (eighteen thirty three) do think we are a “nice normal family”—-and my family is ANYTHING but “nice” or “normal”—Yea, they knew that my ggrandfather was the town drunk and would pass out behind the bar with his dick hanging out and the family would be called to come get him before he froze to death there, but most of those who knew that back then in the 1930s and 1940s now are dead, except my mom and a few of her elderly friends, but no one really takes it seriously or even did then. It just was.
Even though my son was arrested at age 17 and has been in prison now continually for 18 years for murder, no one in the community (until recently) knew this, they just knew that my son wasn’t around here. If someone asked where he was or what He was doing, we would answer “oh, he lives in Texas and works for the state of texas” Yea, that was “true” but he worked for the state of Texas as CONVICT labor.
Recently I met the daughter of a neighbor (she is also a neighbor but I had never met her, just knew her father and brother) and she asked me about my kids, how many, etc. and I TOLD HER the complete truth. No long drawn out details or anything, just I have one adopted son D who lives with me and works for me, and son C who just got divorced and moved to X state, and Son P who is a convict in prison in Texas.
Wow, how freeing was that!!! She asked me his name and I told her and she said, “I will pray for him.”
I am not going to “live iin shame” or “hide” the truth any more. It’s funny too. One of our next door neighbors, a good family, had a son who was a habitual petty criminal and stayed in trouble until he was about 40 and then came home to live with his elderly parents. My mom used to “look down her nose” at these people, while her own grandson was in prison for murder. LOL How ludicrous is that!!!
Personally, the shame (if any) belongs to my son for his actions, not to me for his actions. If there is any “shame” at all for me, it is remorse for putting up with it for so long, and for wanting to “believe” in him, or for playing my mom’s game of “lets pretend we’re a nice normal family so the neighbors won’t catch on to what we really are.”
Dear Swallow, I only found out about my parents through the trauma of being with the N, although there were so many things about him that were wrong for me, I found his company familiar – it wasnt until I started comparing the list of the N to my father, that I discovered the truth and that secret was closed to me all my life. Then when I realised my father was an N, it explained so much of his detatched arrogant behaviour. I used to tell people that when I saw him, he was VERY self centred, he would make me sit there whilst he lectured me about how he put in the heating and landscaped the garden. Everything had to be the way he wanted it, and although he never raised his voice or smacked me, his presence used to send fear running through me. He just disappeared when I was 6 and made a new life as though we never existed (sound familiar) I couldnt understand this – now I understand it all. I tried to have contact with him in my teens and I went on a long bus journey to see him. He never acknowledged our birthdays or Christmas and I never got a card from him ever. He was a narcissist through and through – no doubt. Kind regards dear Swallow.
Hi OxDrover,
Yes it is miraculous how many of us turn out to be ‘normal’. My comments about professionals is something that has been lamented on here many times. I do not blame them for what happened to me but I do feel it would have been very helpful if someone had taken the time to give my sister and I a little more explanation of my mothers condition or even suggest that we read up on personality disorders. It was always clouded in mystery and it is only recently – like Beverly -that I found out the truth.
Your other point about lookng ‘normal’ to the outside world is so true. In my case, just from the sheer embarassment of our mothers behaviour, it was my sister and I who tried to pretend we were from a normal family. My mother thought she appeared normal but she was so outrageous at times, I’m sure there were some who thought she was nuts – though God help them if they even suggested she was behaving badly. Being the more extrovert of the two sisters, I did confide in my friends about my home life but without any ‘diagnosis’ it was the same problem that many on here have found – they just did not understand, it was invisible to the outside world. My mother did try to strangle me once but luckily she stopped herself in time. I did not even recall the incident until years later, probably because it was so traumatic and I think that even if I had complained to someone at the time, how could I have proved it? It happened at home with no witnesses and who would believe a mother could do that?
I know that you yourself have suffered so much and I am grateful for your insight and wisdom and yes your are right – YOU have nothing to be ashamed of.
Swallow
Swallow and co. : I may be normal now, but it took a hell of a lot of hard work and self-education. I doubt if any of us are just going to turn out ok.. but I hear ya nonetheless
Kat,
Yep we’ve all been through the grinder – some of you are still going through it but if you read many of the posts here you will see that not only is it possible to come out of that long dark tunnel but be stronger and wiser on the other side. Having my story validated helped me find my path to recovery.
I am not worried about whether I am or appear to be ‘normal’. I’m sure some of my aquaintances think I’m a bit aloof and eccentric. My true friends know the real me ( warts and all) and what really matters is that I can live with myself. I still have empathy for others, my sense of humour and the ability to love no matter what others have done to me.
Swallow
I agree swallow. My mother did have a diagnosis and medication and I often went with her to her appts. with an emminent psychiatrist, who sat for an hour writing notes! She was left as a single parent (with no support) to bring up children on her own with no intervention and no-one checked in on us, the children. Unbelievable. The experience affected my life on so many levels. Never took friends home, because of the weird behaviour and turbulence and when I hit my late teens I was homeless a number of times, due to her rants. I cant change what happened.
i heard a saying before. everything you do, shows people who you really are. this is going to be my new attitude towards life and towards my x. it doest take the pain away, and it doest make it easier. but all the things he did to me. like texting and communicating with a chick i work with. who knows if there are still chatting or not, but all it does is show who he really is as a person, and makes me feel like thank god i left that loser, bc thats what they are LOSERS.
do you ever feel like even though you dont want to go back to your ex your just not ready to meet men, or go on dates? im just not ready yet, and thats ok.
Blondie,
I think that after a P experience you should take your time in dating again. If you are vulnerable in any way, you could fall prey to another one! Use your time to learn all you can and make sure you have firm boundries in place before you even think of another relationship.
On a positive note, the statistics say that between 1 – 3% of the population are P’s, so that means the majority of men out there are OK.
I am in different position to you as I am married. Luckily for me, my husband is a very kind, understanding man with a medical background and we have both come to terms with the fact that I was targeted for money Having said that, it took a long time for our relationship to repair itself and there are still times when the P subject raises it’s ugly head.
After two & half years NC, it is easier to accept that my entrapment and affair was not personal. The P I knew would con anyone ( there are many others) and coming to that realisation really does help the healing process. The sad thing is we have to go through such an emotional firestorm to get to that point.
Swallow
Help guys, I deleted my cheater bf from my IM but I must not have blocked it. After weeks of no contact he sent me an offline message to tell me he found someone “prettier, sexier and nicer who makes him happy like nobody else” it didn’t hurt me really, because now I know this means nothing coming from him, but it shook me up. Without thinking I fired one back saying yeah right, she just has more money, and the only reason she makes you happy is she believes your lies for now. I also asked him to give me back the money he owes me.
Now I feel really bad and like I can’t concentrate. I don’t feel hurt but shaky, and my head is spinning around. I don’t know why he would bother sending me a mean note like that. My poor daughter is trying to chat with me and I can’t hear a word she is saying.
Dear Kat,
QUOTE: I don’t know why he would bother sending me a mean note like that.
REALLY, Kat? Ask your self WHY? You can answer that question because you DO know why he sent you that nasty message.
I know the shaky feeling, and I also know the suprise that comes with unexpected contact from them. My X-BF showed up at a local auction I freqent on Saturdays and he lives 400 miles away, just waltzed in and there he was, big as life. It threw me for a loop, and then he sat in seats right in front of me and my girlfriend. I managed to ignore him and didn’t speak when he spoke, but it did throw me for a loop, and I was soooo angry at him for showing up there. I even felt physically threatened since he had burned the home of a previous GF who had “disrespected” him.
Next time he contacts you (and he probably will for the SAME reason as this time) try not to respond, cause that RESPONSE is what he is after—it is like a blood meal to a vampire. (((hugs))))