A relationship with a sociopath is a traumatic experience. The definition of physical trauma is a serious injury or shock to the body, as with a car accident or major surgery. It requires healing.
On an emotional level, a trauma is wound or shock that causes lasting damage to the psychological development of a person. It also requires healing.
To some degree, we can depend on our natural ability to heal. But just as an untreated broken bone can mend crooked, our emotional systems may become “stuck” in an intermediate stage of healing. For example we may get stuck in anger, bitterness, or even earlier stages of healing, such as fear and confusion.
This article is about my personal ideas about the healing path for full recovery from the emotional trauma caused by a relationship with a sociopath. I am not a therapist, although I have training in some processes and theories of personal and organizational development. My ideas are also the result of years of research into personality disorders, creative and learning processes, family dynamics, childhood development, recovery from addictions and trauma, and neurological research.
After my five-year relationship with a man I now believe to be a sociopath, I was physically and emotionally broken down. I was also terrified about my condition for several reasons. In my mid-fifties, I was already seeing evidence of several age-related diseases. But more worrisome than the premature aging was my social incapacitation. I was unable to talk about myself without crying, unable to do the consultative work I lived on, desperately in need of comfort and reassurance, unable to trust my own instincts.
I had been in long-term relationships almost my entire life. My instinct was to find another one to help me rebuild myself. But I knew that there was no safe “relationship of equals” for me now. I was too messed up. No one would take on someone as physically debilitated and emotionally damaged as I was, without expecting to be paid for it. Likewise, I was afraid of my inclination to bond sexually. The only type of person I could imagine attracting was another predator who would “help” me while draining whatever was left of my material and financial resources.
My challenge
So, for the first time in my life, I made a decision to be alone. Knowing that the relationship with the sociopath had involved forces in my personality that were out of my control, I also decided that my best approach to this recovery was to figure out what was wrong with me and fix it. At the time, I did not understand my role in fostering this relationship, except that I couldn’t get out of it. But I knew that what happened to me with the sociopath wasn’t just about him. It was also about me.
I also made a decision to manage my own recovery. I made this decision for several reasons. One was that no one else really understood the mechanics of this relationship. My friends offered emotional support, but they were as confused as I was about his hold on me and why I could not extricate myself. Second, I found no meaningful assistance from therapists who seemed unable to grasp that this was a traumatic relationship. Third, everyone I knew wanted me to get over it and get on with my life, which was simply impossible to do.
So I was not only alone, but proceeding on a path that no one else supported. I’m not sure where I found the certainty that it was the right thing to do. But I was certain, and I held onto that certainty through the years it took. Today, when I’m essentially at the end of the process, except for the ongoing work on myself that has little to do with the sociopath anymore, I look back at it as the greatest gift I ever gave myself. It was the hardest thing I ever did. And in its own weird way, the most fun.
Here is where I started. I knew that I wanted to discover and neutralize the causes of my vulnerability. I knew that my vulnerabilities pre-dated the sociopath, although he had exploited them and made them worse. I felt like my battered state and particularly the sharp emotional pain gave me something to work with that was clear and concrete, and possibly the emergence from my subconscious of a lot buried garbage that had been affecting my entire life. Ultimately, I did engage a therapist to assist me in uncovering some childhood memories, and then went back to my own work alone.
My personal goal may have been more ambitious than others who come to this site. I not only wanted to heal myself from the damage of this relationship. I intended to accomplish a deep character transformation that would change the way I lived. Before I met him I was superficially successful, but I was also an over-committed workaholic with a history of relationship disasters. Except for a lot of unpublished poetry and half-written books, I had made no progress on lifelong desire to live as a creative writer. I wanted to come out of this as a strong, independent person who could visualize major goals and manage my resources to achieve them.
Because I had no model for what I was trying to do, I did things that felt very risky at the time. For example, I consciously allowed myself to become bitter, an emotion I never allowed myself to feel before, because I was afraid of getting stuck there. I’ll talk about some of these risks in future pieces — what I did and how it came out. I learned techniques that I hear other people talking about here on Lovefraud, things that really helped to process the pain and loss. Some of them I adapted from reading about other subjects. Some of them I just stumbled upon, and later learned about them from books, after I’d begun practicing them.
Though not all of us may think about our recovery as deep transformation work, I think all of us recognize that our beliefs, our life strategies and our emotional capacities have been profoundly challenged. We are people who are characteristically strong and caring. Personal characteristics that seemed “good” to us brought us loss and pain. After the relationship, our challenge is to make sense of ourselves and our world again, when what we learned goes against everything we believed in.
What I write here is not a model for going through this recovery alone. I say I did this alone, but I recruited a therapist when I needed help. I encourage anyone who is recovering from one of these relationships to find a therapist who understands the trauma of abusive relationships, and that recommendation is doubled if, like me, you have other PSTD issues.
The healing path
Given all that, this article is the first of a series about the process of healing fully. I believe that Lovefraud readers who are far down their own recovery paths will recognize the stages. Those who are just recently out of their relationships may not be able to relate to the later stages. But from my experience, my observations of other people’s recovery, and from reading the personal writings on Lovefraud, I think that all of our recovery experiences have similarities.
Since my own intention in healing was to figure out what was wrong with me and fix it, this recovery path is about self-healing, rather than doing anything to or about the sociopath. However there is a stage when we do want that. We want to understand who we were dealing with. We may want recognition of our victimization, revenge or just fair resolution. There is nothing wrong with feeling that way. It is a stage of recovery, and an important one.
My ideas owe a lot to the Kubler-Ross grief model, as well as to recovery processes related to childhood trauma, codependency and addiction. I also owe a great deal to the writing of Stephen M. Johnson, whose Humanizing the Narcissistic Affect and Characterological Transformation: the Hard Work Miracle provided invaluable insights and encouragement.
Here is the path as I see it.
1. Painful shock
2. Negotiation with pain
3. Recognition with the sociopath
4. Anger
5. Measurement of damage
6. Surrender to reality of damage
7. Review of identity after damage
8. Rebuilding life strategies
9. Practice
The words here are very dry, and I apologize for that. The experience, as we all know, is more emotional than intellectual, though it taxes our thinking heavily.
From what I’ve experienced and seen, some of these stages may occur simultaneously. We may feel like we’re in all of them, but working particularly in one stage more than the others. In my case, I often found that I was “going around and around the same mountain,” returning to a previous stage but at a higher level than before.
There is no specific mention of depression in this list. This is because I regard it as a kind of brown-out of our emotional system, when we are simply too overwhelmed by facts and feelings that conflict with our beliefs and identities. Depression can happen at any time in this path, but feelings of depression are most likely to occur in Stage 6. Terrible as depression may feel, I believe it is evidence of a deep learning process, where our conscious minds are resisting new awareness that is developing at a deeper level.
This path is a model of adult learning. It would be equally valid in facing and surmounting any major life change. If you are familiar with the Kubler-Ross grief model which was developed to describe the challenges involved with bereavement, this model will look familiar. It is essentially an extension of Kubler-Ross into a post-traumatic learning model. The trauma may be the loss of a loved one, a divorce, a job loss or change, or any of the major stressors of life.
This is all about learning and evolving. If the path is traveled to its end, we emerge changed but improved and empowered. We have given up something to gain something more. The fact that this change is triggered by trauma may cause us to think that it’s a bad thing for a while, but ultimately we come to realize that we have not only recovered from a painful blow, we have truly become more than we were before.
What drives us to heal
The future articles in this series will explore the stages, their value to us and how we “graduate” from one to the next.
Our struggle to get over this experience involves facing our pain, which is the flip side of our intuitive knowledge of we need and want in our lives. Those needs draw us through the recovery process, like beacons on a far shore guide a ship on a stormy sea. To the extent that we can bring these needs up into conscious awareness, we can move through the path more directly, because it programs our thinking to recognize what helps and what does not.
Here are a few ideas about where we think we’re going. I hope they will stimulate some discussion here, and that you will add your own objectives to the list.
1. To relieve the pain
2. To release our unhealthy attachment to the sociopath
3. To recover our ability to love and trust
4. To recover confidence that we can take care of ourselves
5. To recover joy and creativity in our lives
6. To gain perspective about what happened
7. To recover the capacity to imagine our own futures
Finally, I want to say again how grateful I am to be writing here on Lovefraud. As you all know, it is not easy to find anyone who understands our experience or what it takes to get over it.
I have been working on a book about this recovery path for several years. The ideas I’m presenting here have been developed in solitude, and “tested” to a certain extent in coaching other victims of sociopathic relationships who entered my life while I was working on my own recovery. But I’ve never had the opportunity before to share them with a group of people who really know and understand what I am talking about.
I respect every stage of the recovery path — the attitudes and voices of those stages, their perspectives and the value they provide to us. So if you find me more philosophic, idealistic or intellectual than you feel right now, believe me that I have been through every bit of it. If you had met at different places on the path, you would have found a stunned, weepy, embittered, distraught, outraged or depressed person. I was in the angry phase for a very long time. I had reason to feel that way, and it was the right way for me to be at the time.
I believe the stages are a developmental process that builds, one stage to the next, to make us whole. I also believe that this healing process is natural to us, and what I’m doing here is describing something that has been described by many people before me, but not necessarily in this context.
Your thoughts and feedback are very important to me.
Namaste. The healing wisdom in me salutes the healing wisdom in you.
Kathy
I think my ex S used his son as part of his devalue and discard with me. My ex S was very physically affectionatewith me in the first months, and then gradually withdrew. But, in the end he was hyper-affectionate with his son. When we had his son, his son was ALWAYS in his lap, whether we were at the dinner table, watching tv, at a movie. And the son was too old for that. It was a little weird. And it seemed at times like they were both saying “Ha-Ha, you get nothing, no touching!” I always thought that I was being petty, insecure and crazy to have that thought occur to me, but now, looking back, I think they really were taunting me. At least my Ex S was. He was always touching his son and never touching me. And, he was making it a point to be super affectionate with his son. And he definitely wasn’t that way with his son in the beginning of our relationship. In fact, I found out later that he ditched his kids frequently to be with me. Ugh. SO UGLY.
And I was trying to make these people my family, my community. A year later and I am so blessed to now have you people as the ones I look to for support and compassion. What a difference a year makes, my God. My life was about to go into its final, worst phase, of LIVING HELL at this time last year.
HH: I saw that affection tool used as well. In the last stages, the S/P would take one daughter out for adventures and movies and meals, leaving me and the other daughter at the house. We weren’t even invited. “Ha-ha” indeed.
God, to you and his other daughter. These guys are so so mean.
Alright, this sounds really ridiculous – but how can someone get enjoyment out of hurting someone else. I feel like the kid in the back of the classroom with their hand raised saying “I don’t get it!”
How can hurting your partner and your child be pleasant? What is the gain? How can seeing pain on someone else’s face be pleasant? I know the answer is “They are S/P’s” but still I don’t get it. Do they get that we don’t get it? Or do they think we are that way too?
I remember crumpling to the floor around 11:30 one night. I was so far beyond exhausted, all I could do was fall in a heap. I hadn’t eaten all day — too busy doing damage control, cleaning up after messes that he was creating, but I didn’t know that then. Meanwhile, he’d spent a day that included working out at the gym, breakfast, a quick trip to my worksite (to stir up trouble), another snack, a couple of motivational conference calls (lots of fun to manipulate people on those!), a business dinner with a friend (I wasn’t invited, but I didn’t have time . . .), an AA meeting (more fun manipulating vulnerable people), and I came home to a filthy kitchen, not a clean dish or fork or knife in the house so I could even rummage for leftovers without doing dishes.
I burst into tears. I had no reserves left to draw on. How could he do this? I sobbed. I remember him looking at me like I was an interesting specimen in the insect lab. No emotion at all, for several minutes, while I just sat in my misery. Then it was like he remembered his script. He put on his “compassionate” face, and led me by the hand to bed.
Did he do the dishes? stop his destructive meddling? give a rat’s tail about my pain? Well, actually I’m sure he enjoyed my pain. I learned not to show it. And not to expect any real sympathy at all.
I think he enjoyed the fact that I wasn’t like him; he was feeding off my pain like a vampire.
That makes sense – the pain feeds them. Like our joy/love did in the beginning. I guess, as people here say, the fact that we are having strong feelings evoked by them, about them…feeds them, regardless of whether the feelings are positive (adoration) or negative (profound hurt). They’re getting fed. They’re controlling us, playing God. Mine must have been getting something from my hurt and pain because he didn’t have to administer as much as he did. He could have just left. But he seemed to like hurting me.
Wait a second, I’m doing the empathy thing…I was looking at him through my feelings. I would hate to hurt someone, it would be painful for me. But I guess it wasn’t for him. Maybe he didn’t move out because moving is a hassle. And my being upset didn’t bother him that much. The situation was quite tolerable for him.
I ended up throwing him out AND packing up all of his stuff. All he had to do was pick it up. Maybe he was just being resourceful in task delegation. If I threw him out and changed the locks, I’d have to do all the packing.
I remember being looked at as a specimen, too. And having that exact feeling that at some point he remembered to pick up the “caring boyfriend” script, and do what the part called for.
HH: I hate pointing out this negative stuff, because I’d really like to reassure you that it really was “true love.” But we both know that ain’t so!
So, good for you! And he probably let you pack, not because he was delegating, but because it was more work (and pain) for you. Now, if you DIDN’T pack up his stuff and put it out, would he have charged you with theft? Just another way to get you?
Oh, I know, Rune! You are so gently and sweetly pointing out to me when I use the word “love,” and I think I understand why you are doing that.
When I said joy/love that last time, I meant MY joy and love for him…at his hands. I know, now, that he never felt love for me (OUCH).
When I refer to love with my ex S, I should always use quotes.
Though I loved him, I definitely loved him. Okay – I loved what I thought was him – I loved the masked man.
As for his stuff, in hindsight I wish I had just thrown it out into the puddles. Then again, by that time I was learning about his temper/stalker inclinations, and I remember wanting to get him away diplomatically, gently. Not wanting him to be angry. later he said he felt like I “tricked him” into moving out by taking his key without warning, and having his stuff boxed up and ready to go. But I did it all with a smile. I guess that was gaslighting….but benevolently so. I didn’t want to make him angry – I knew what that looked like. I wanted to keep him calm, and just getting him the hell away from me.
That’s the reason I never told him off in the end. I don’t want him to be angry at me. He’s really scary, angry.
HH: Good for you. Excellent work. So here’s my secret, and please don’t tell anyone. Somewhere in the first few months I chose to drop my guard. I consciously said, “If I expect to really have love in my life, then I need to be able to trust, and I’ve always held back (since my marriage at 18 and brutal divorce at 24, and 20 years of stalking after that).
So, as I saw the bizarre behavior creep in, I looked for signs of mental illness that I might be able to identify: bipolar, PTSD. Perhaps he was dealing with class/cultural issues where he didn’t know how to behave properly. His ex-wife was certainly alienating his children, and his children needed his love (right?) so I hummed a few bars of “Stand By Your Man” and helped him defeat the ex-wife’s efforts to get sole custody.
I put myself completely into the relationship, and dammit he kept up his pretense well enough that I stayed hooked while my business and my physical, emotional, and mental health went to hell from his inexplicable maneuverings.
So, what I learned from this is that I am one amazing, loving, forgiving, powerful, compassionate partner, wholly and completely present, fully capable of love. Whew! What a way to learn that!
Now, don’t tell anyone, OK?
Rune…..sorry, but that secret is out, girl! We can see how loving and present you are!
And that love never has to be in quotes!
Aw dammit. The tissues are six inches out of reach. I’m gonna have to use my sleeve. Thank you.
But if you ever wonder about whether there is good in humanity, take a look around at the shining souls who show up here, and take a look in your own mirror.