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.
Henry darling,
Well….I guess I got TOLD!!!….haha.
Don’t worry, you didn’t hurted my feelings. I’m not PMSing…haha.
You were absolutely correct with the ‘tough love’ measure when discussing Blondie’s situation.
You so totally ROCK, DUDE!! and you too Blondie cutie pie!
Now, Henry, where’s the love for your last week sickly cyber pal JaneSmith? Huh?
SHOW ME THE LOVE!….haha. I need me some serious affection, even if it’s only via the interwebby.
Can I have a hug…please? =)
I’ve been stuck in my pleasant, cozy, yet claustrophic inducing humble abode for the past week recovering from a wee bout of sickness. I could only read so many books and watch so many movies until I needed a break.
I went glitter happy. Oh, yes I did. I drew oodles of pics, flowers, butterflies, abstract doodling, you name it….I drew it.
Or tried to anyway. Then splattered sparkly, colorful glitter all over the place. I still have glitter stuck to various body parts even after bathing. I am so SHINY!…haha.
Jane I read your post about your illness and you crawled into bed and watched Lord of The Ring’s for the umpteenth time. I do that alot, watch movie’s I have seen so many times. They are familiar friend’s and they take us into their world for awhile and out of our’s. I am a very compassionate caring door mat Jane. But as long as Blondie is in this situtation with the car, she can’t move forward. It is a daily reminder to her how she was used and continues to be used. I love all you guys here at LF, and I might be a drama queen but I can kick some ass when I get mad. And I am mad at Blondies X , she will still have to mourn the loss of the illusion but if she doent get that car she might mourn more than she bargained for…
oh here’s your )))))))HUG(((((( Janie
Thank you….:)
thanks everyone, i know your worried about me. my uncle is helping me out with this situation. so he has a lawyer that we are going to talk to. just keep me in your prayers..
HI everyone,
I was reading this thread, trying to catch up. I just can’t keep up! I was just thinking how much incredible wisdom was here and that is so awesome. We have really learned a lot and know our stuff inside and out. It would be so cool to be togehter sometime. Maybe that will evolve one day.
Who was it that said something about being taught to “put up with too much as a child?” WHOA! That rang my bell!
Then I started thinking, I used to get an anxiety attack when someone said something that hit too close to home… or especially when someone wrote about something that sounded exactly like the Bad Man.
I don’t really have this much anymore. Definately not like before. The sting of what happened has subsided and the wisdom is left. I suppose you can call it wisdom and a changed world view.
On taking medication for depression. I didn’t do it and I probably should have. I was worried I would feel “artificially happy” and also, I had no money for such things. But I think meds can help people to get the sleep they drastically need when they are spinning around in their mind over “the situation” as someone called it.
Anyway, I love love love this site and I love reading everyone talking to eachother. I love going back and reading the wisdom over and over.
These days, I do not mis BM at all. I don’t think about him much. I am starting to date after three years of hibernation. It’s nice. I hope I have learned enough to chose a good partner this time. And, I am practicing my boundaries and readily talk about what I will accept and what I will not from a prospective mate. If they can’t hang, well, that’s good to know.
Anyway, I just wanted to be a part of the group today. :o)
Blondie:
I wouldn’t waste any money on a lawyer yet. As Henry and Ox said, call the police. Your car has been stolen and you know who has it. You were not married and everything is in your name. That is an easy case for them to solve. You may not even have to see him that way and have the car back in no time. If you get an attorney involved first, the police may be hesitant to get it back for you as readily. Your x may destroy the car or counter the legal fight, you will have to see him, he will cost you more money and the car could be totaled by then.
Blondie,
I agree about the car. You also don’t have to tell them your story. You already know they won’t get it and it will make you look like a hysterical woman scorned.
It’s easy. The car is in your name and he is no longer authorized to use it. The police can “help” him return the car.
It’s yours. Not his.
He’s going to hate riding the bus… ding ding!
Good luck. Let us know how it works out.
By “them” I meant the police.
Hi all. Just wanted to say hope you are feeling better if you’ve been sick and holding up your heads if you’ve been down. Henry I’m glad you didn’t leave us, though I know it’s hard for you with the internet and all. We are like a family here, every one of you is so important to me, even though I don’t know you I feel like I have known you all for many years.
Blondie.. that so totally stinks about the car. My daughter’s ex did that, beat her up, stole the car and drove it back to NY. She kept making payments for a while trying to save her credit. Then she finally hired an investigator, drove to NY, found the car and turned it in to the bank. He found out about it the day before though, and sabotaged it, ruined the engine. She was just happy to get it over with but it was a shame.
The Borderline personality they talked about in that one essay here, sounds exactly like her ex.