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.
almost free, i agree with you 100%. just when you think your doing ok, something happens that puts you right back in it.
i wake up everyday anxious. does anyone know that feeling? im stressed and anxious everyday. i completly lost myself in this relationship, and i have no clue who iam. i have no self esteem, no confiendence. i find myself depressed. i dont find enjoyment in anything that i normal would. going out to eat doest seem fun anymore. i just got a new car yesterday bc my lease was up, im not even excited about it. just stayin at home seems like the best thing. im going thru alot of pain right now in my life.
Dear Blondie,
Hang in there girl. Just today for the first time in months I woke up feeling normal. I’m actually starting to remember who I am, and what my plans were before all this crap. It’s annoying to see how far set back I am, but still it’s a good feeling to realize I am still me in here.
Dear Blondie,
The things you say about how you feel are pretty much a “diagnosis” of DEPRESSION. Depression involved in a LOSS is a very normal thing. I’m not sure how LONG you have been depressed, but you might seriously think about either some counseling or maybe even some medication, at least short term to help you through this stretch, especially if this mood has gone on for several months..
(((hugs))))
I really look forward to sitting down and reading these posts when I have time. I also love everyones names. My mother called me Little Llibby as a child and I choose Lib as a shortened version of Liberated and to represent that innocent time.
Ox,
I saw Randy Pausch’s last lecture on UTube, (so I didn’t have yet another book to read.)
TakingMeBack,
I have the name of a great EMDR therapist in the midwest if you could use it. I did not use her, but a friend did for unresolved issues with her parents and although the problem still exists for her, she compared it to approximately a year of therapy.
Kat, Blondie and Little,
I have also found myself pacing around my home, barely functioning, not able to do what I want or need to, procrastinating until I can go to sleep. Kat, I am going to make it to Sunday w/o him in my home (I didn’t say NC though) for a two week celebration – congrats on your three weeks.
I want to say a couple things about No.2 above. Yesterday, I informed my co-worker, who I celebrated one wk. of S not in my home with and who I thought was “getting it” that I needed to drop off mail, journals, reading glasses etc to the S. after work. I needed support to be strong. She told me, “Just say, come her as if you are going to kiss him, then lick his face. Do someething you have never done before, he will wonder why and you’ll keep him curious about you.” She told me this as if I should try to tease him and want me more. I was so, so dissappointed. After a few hours of procesessing this and of convincing myself that I am okay before I see him. I saw him, gave him his bag of stuff outside of his place, then he asked me how I was(Augh, this is where he usually gets me.) I got as much slopper on my tongue as I could, licked his face, said “i’m okay” in an upbeat tone, and skipped back to my van. I don’t know if this was good or not, but it ended up feeling good.
Today, a woman came into my office, no appointmentand crying. She wanted out of her apartment lease because her X of 5 years who she stated was “abusive in a way I can’t explain and who molested my daughter, is getting out of jail” She went on to describe NSP traits and report that the attorneys didn’t get it and there wasn’t any evidence. She feared for her well being and her daughters safety. I may have given her a little more understanding than she has received, but ended up giving her the usual info and she hugged me when she left. I listened to her, but am so caught up in my own shit right now, she probably left thinking I really didn’t get it either. I have to be okay. I have the perfect opportunity to start a Dangerous Man group where I work and I want to be a person who “gets it” for others.
Dear Lib,
We do do some “ca-raze-eeee” things, Licking his face, LOL I’m not sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing either, but I am laughing my butt off wondering what the heck is he thinking.
Also, Lib, you may have given that woman more support than you can possibly know. Just listening to her was probably more than others had done for her. BTW Attorneys never get it either! I think half of them are Ns anyway. A lot of them sure act like it.
I’m sorry your friend that told you to lick his face, though, really didn’t get it, but that seems to be the “usual” thing. That’s why LF is soooooo important to sooooo many people, we can be VALIDATED AND BELIEVED here. (((hugs)))) LOL LOL LOL ROTFLMAO!! Thanks for the laugh, LF bloggers have given me two belly laughs today! SUPER!!!
Thank you for “listening” I don’t know who in my life would understand the thoughts, time and energy that I have put into delivering his stuff to him or the simple fact that I licked his face with slobber. Only you guys. Thank you.
Blondie,
Yes I know the feeling. Just last week I was having days like yours. This morning I feel good. Tommorrow I may want to stay under the covers all day, but I can’t. Like Kat stated, she’s starting to remember who she is. It’s like climbing a mountain. It’s not a straight shot uphill. You have to find the best spot to put your feet, then your faith. Sometimes you have to take a step back or sideways before you can more forward again. I’ve known what “my” S was for a year and a half, and still have some contact, but I know I will get to the top of the mountain. Keep climbing, you have your support lines right here, you’re going to make it. We all will.
bird…not sure if you wanted suggestions…but the way to get him to stop FOREVER and be able to heal once and for all is to tell him you have all his emails saved and have reported him for harassment and stalking…and they are tracking his mail…..this will put a stop immediately…they dont want to be identified or tracked…more than anything they cant afford to have their mask taken off….he will stop
newworld view,
You asked if I had any recovery tips. Ha! I was such a basket case at the beginning, all I could do was sit on the couch and rock back and forth, smoking cigarette after cigarette. It was a full year before I could really place my attention on something other than “the situation.”
I had a coworker who had gone through much the same experience (they are more and more common these days, aren’t they?), and she understood my happiness when I could report “I watched an entire hour-long television show today.”
All I can offer is “read, read, read.” And “write, write, write.” And of course, no contact with the abuser.
My epiphany came after I put two and two together in my journals, so to speak. I wrote, truthfully, that “All I had ever wanted was someone to be nice to me.” I wrote, truthfully, on another day that “All I had ever sought was someone ‘more than me.'”
So I realized that what I had wanted was someone bigger, stronger, “more” than me who would take care of me and treat me with kindness. What sort of person was that? A parent, I realized.
It sounds so simple and trite now, but at the time it was like the dark clouds opening and realization streaming in. I was seeking in a husband what I never received as a child. And my abuser, a practiced con man, saw that immediately and gave me “everything I ever wanted.” Until, of course, he was finished with me and my family.
One more thing: I share everyone’s amusement and indignation at the sociopaths’ arrogance in thinking they can just get us back at the drop of a hat. After four years of every kind of cruelty and lie you can imagine (and well before I learned of the criminal acts), the last words my ex said to me were “Do you have any money? Let’s run away to Cancun!”
I had some money. But I didn’t let him know that. And I turned him down, laughing all the time. It felt so good.
DEar Tood,
That was a really really good post (above) and I can so ssooooo relate to the rocking back and forth, and even not being able to read or watch TV. I literally couldn’t keep enough numbers in my head at one time to write down an entire phone number in one (or even two) tellings. I couldnt’ read a complete sentence and keep it in my head long enough to read the next one in the paragraph. It is debilitating.
Can we say STRESS, Children?