I’m not upset that you lied to me, I’m upset that from now on I can’t believe you.
— Frederic Nietzsche
In recovering from a sociopathic relationship, one of our greatest challenges is to rediscover the meaning of trust. Trust is a kind of glue in our lives. If we are going to be vibrant human beings, living with healthy curiosity and developing ourselves through calculated risks and learning from our experiences, we have to be able to depend on some background truths. When our lives are rocked by unexpected disaster, the impact on our ability to trust our perceptions or our world around us can be massive.
This issue comes up over and over on LoveFraud. We hear it most clearly from the people in early recovery. But it’s an issue at every stage of healing, including the process of forgiving discussed in the last article.
This article will look at some issues around trust, and offer some thoughts about why a relationship with a sociopath illuminates this issue, and what we can do to recover.
Catching the sociopath’s disease
As readers of my writing know, I have my own perspective of the psychology of sociopaths. It sometimes overlaps current theories, but is based more on what I have observed and lived through. I believe that the core issue in the sociopathic dysfunction is a virtually total blockage of interpersonal trust.
I settled on this, because it can explain other symptoms they exhibit. It also matches the personal stories of everyone I’ve known who arguably could be diagnosed as a sociopath, a psychopath, a malignant narcissist or a decompensating borderline. Their personal stories tend to be about the social isolation caused by their differences in temperament or circumstances, or about massive breakdown in their safety or nurture, especially as infants or toddlers. I believe they skew toward the independent, rather than dependent side of the disorder spectrum because of the developmental timing of these crises, as well as lack of support and validation at a crucial time.
Be that as it may, they not only gave up trusting, but blocked off need for it as dangerous to their physical and psychological survival. And they became chronic, eternal loners, living by their wits on the “mean streets,” and viewing any part of the world based on trust-related structures with envy, bitterness and disdain. Their highest sense of the outcome of relationships is winning, because it supports their survival needs and because getting what they want is the only type of interpersonal exchange they can regard as both safe and pleasurable.
With only transient and shallow human connections, they live with emotional starvation, grasping after anything that makes them feel “real” or rewarded. Except for expediency, they have no stake in the world of mutual agreements, like laws or social contracts, and no motivation to behave altruistically. As eternal outsiders, they assume that anything they own or build is vulnerable. So, they are highly concerned with neutralizing threats and building invulnerability (wealth, social acceptance, etc.). But jumping ship, when necessary, is relatively easy, because their need to feel like they are winning or in control is more essential to their internal stability than their attachment to any person or thing.
All of this is important in the context of contagion. Feelings and feelings-connected ideas are contagious. We know this from mob psychology. Peer pressure. The way the character of an authority figure, like a CEO, can shape an entire organization. Many of us have gotten involved in “project” relationships where we feel like we have the resources to help someone out of depression, addiction or some kind of life failure, and discovered they’ve dragged us down as much as we’ve dragged them up. And of course, we are influenced by emotional vocabularies of our families of origin, as well as our intimate relationships, because we strongly desire to stay bonded.
Relationships with sociopaths put a special spin on the issue of contagion. The sociopath urgently wants to influence us. On our side, we are typically comfortable with sacrificing some personal independence for a positive and intense connection. (All relationships involve some compromise, but people who evade or escape early from sociopathic relationships may more resistant to early concessions.) So we have one partner, the sociopath, who needs us to give up our autonomy and another partner, us, who is willing to do so in exchange for the benefits of intensely positive relationship.
We feel like we are in agreement. We feel like winners. But as the relationship progresses, our objectives begin to conflict. We are looking for ongoing emotional support and validation, to feel loved and to know our wellbeing is important to our partner. They are looking for control of resources in their ongoing struggle to survive as unconnected loners. Once they have won with us, they turn their attention to new sources, unless we threaten to revolt. Then, they may re-groom us with loving attention or try to diminish our will through verbal, emotional or physical abuse. For them, the choice of technique isn’t meaningful, as long as it works. Over time, they are more openly annoyed at “wasting” energy on us, unless they are getting something new out of it.
For us, living with a sociopath’s reality is both a radical re-education and an ongoing demolition of beliefs we need to be true. LoveFraud is peppered with statements that begin with “How could he”¦?” and “I can’t believe that”¦” and “What kind of person would”¦?” One of the core pieces of our learning the sociopath’s reality is feeling alone, unsupported and unable to depend on a supposedly trusted connection. Another piece is the feeling of emotional starvation and being in a game designed to keep us in the loser role. Another is the discovery that trust is a fool’s game, and we have to stop if we’re going to survive.
That’s not all. There is the chronic bitterness, envy and resentfulness. There is the aggrieved entitlement to any behavior that serves them, as payback for whatever forced them to jam their ability to trust into the locked basement of their psyches. There is the whole mechanical modus operandi, rigidly designed to avoid the fear and grief of abandonment. There is frantic need to keep busy, developing new schemes to avoid slipping into a pit of depression that they equate with suicide. Ruthless survivors, at whatever cost to themselves or anyone else, is probably the most accurate way to describe them.
All this is what we have been exposed to.
Understanding the lesson
“When the student is ready, the teacher will arrive,” is a well-known Buddhist saying. Another bit of Buddhist wisdom is that we fall in love with our teachers.
When it comes to relationships with sociopaths, this perspective can be a hard pill to swallow. However, we can agree that falling in love with these people initiates one of the most costly and painful lessons of our lives. For those of us who are vulnerable to these relationships, the lesson is also difficult to untangle and ultimately profound. Eventually, it leads many of us to question some of our deepest beliefs and to find the courage to let go of beliefs that have outlived their usefulness, even though they once gave us comfort and feelings of safety in the world.
Fortunately, that courage pays off for us, though we may not know it while we’re grieving something we loved. The greatest achievements of our lives often involve surmounting fear to take huge risks. There is no more fearful risk than letting go of a foundation belief that we trusted for our survival. But we let it go when we have no choice, because it is clearly no longer adequate to support our survival.
In a relationship with a sociopath, we are immersed in an entirely different human reality than our own. The mutual attraction between people of a sociopathic type and people who have codependent tendencies is a cliché that is probably not accurate to all the people and situations described on LoveFraud, but it does describe an interpersonal dynamic that is reasonably consistent. Even people who have been blindsided by out-of-the-blue personality changes face the challenges of dealing with sociopathic relationships with our non-sociopathic beliefs and survival strategies.
This interpersonal dynamic is a kind of head-on collision of radically different survival styles. The sociopathic partner is committed to depending on himself, no matter what temporary dependencies he or she might arrange. The other partner is oriented toward depending on agreements of mutual support. This doesn’t mean that non-sociopaths cannot survive outside an intimate relationship, anyone who would attract them or even consider a relationship with one of them probably is the type of person who feels they do better in reciprocal, committed and trust-based partnership with another person.
The reason codependency comes into this is that codependents and others on the dependent side of the personality spectrum experience needs (rather than wants) in their preference for mutual support as a survival strategy. The more intimate the relationship, the more they need the other person to become actively involved in the preservation their wellbeing, especially in the emotional realm. Those perceived needs (rather than wants) make it more likely they will bargain away important aspects of their identity, resources and plans into order to obtain that caring attention.
Sociopathic survival depends on other people’s agreements to provide them with resources. We could argue that they are just as dependent as we are, but the key difference is the way we make decisions about our lives. Sociopathic decisions are “me” oriented, whether they are impulsive in-the-moment choices or important long-term choices of change in life direction. Their partners — who are both targeted by the sociopath and self-selected by their tolerance or inability to escape the sociopath’s treatment in relationship — have the tendency to put “us” first in their decision-making.
At this point, I can hear rumbling out there of “Tell me something I don’t know.” I know you know. But I hope this long description clarifies the real nature of our challenge. We have been closely involved with someone who doesn’t trust or connect emotionally, and who uses our need or desire for a trustworthy partner to enforce our involvement and extract resources that he or she has no intention of repaying. We have immigrated to planet Sociopath and our visas are all stamped “loser.”
Since this is their world, what would they tell us if we asked them about how to get this loser stamp off our visa? If we caught them at a moment when they were blissed out with anti-anxiety drugs stolen from their last girlfriend or feeling generous because they were feeling flush after some big win, they might say, “Don’t be such a dope. The world is full of people and situations in which other people win by using you. If you don’t care enough about you to protect yourself and your resources, this is what you get. Save your whining for your victim friends. You must like it or you wouldn’t volunteer for it.”
Ouch. Well, the Buddhists don’t say anything about the teacher being a nice guy.
Power and Resilience
The meaning of this lesson changes as we move through our phases of healing. People in early-stage recovery are terrified by the prospect of a world without trust. People in the angry stage are fighting back, sharpening their skills at identifying situations and people that cannot be trusted, building better boundaries against aggressive users, and getting active in neutralizing threats to them and people they care about.
After we develop and practice these skills, we earn some confidence about our ability to deal with incoming threats. This enables us to gradually shift our focus from vigilance against threats (what we don’t want) to interest recreating our lives (what we do want). We don’t forget what happened or minimize its importance. But we build on what we learned about our power and entitlement to make choices. Maybe for the first time since we were teenagers, we invest serious thought on how we want to feel, who we want to be, and the way we want our lives to play out in this new world.
With our power to choose comes increased emotional independence. We start viewing our lives as something we create and our results as something we earned. We still value relationships, but we are less willing to compromise our identities, give away our resources or change our plans. We become more interested in less dramatic relationships with other people who are learning through living. We share stories, validation and encouragement, but we are also conscious of each other’s limited resources. A relationship may naturally deepen. But we don’t need that to survive, and we are cautious, because we don’t want to discover too late that our great friendship did not prepare us for the different needs of a love affair.
When we face the idea of never trusting again in the way we once did, it can be very scary. The scariest thing is what might happen inside us. We don’t want to become suspicious, angry people. We don’t want to live in a constant state of anxious alert.
But we’re not giving up the ability to trust. We’re giving up something else, the trust of a child who has no choice but to trust, because it is dependent. And so that child turns to magical thinking to preserve belief in the trustworthiness of its parents or the safety of its environment, no matter how much evidence there may be to the contrary. This is the mirror-reverse of the sociopath’s survival strategy of blocking of trust. If we are still doing this magical thinking as adults, we also are dealing with blocked development that keeps us in a childlike reality. In learning to trust conditionally, and to limit our investments in other people’s lives to match what we get out of it, we are transitioning to the world of grown-up trust.
The childlike trust is a trust in being loved and supported, no matter what. In truth, we haven’t really believed in this for a long time. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have kept paying more and more to be accepted and loved. Even though we can live in ways that reduce our risk, we already know that no one can really buy an insurance policy against things changing. Everything changes. An awake, aware life creates itself with the knowledge of change. But it doesn’t mean that there is nothing we can trust.
It just means that we trust conditionally. We trust what is consistent, until it isn’t consistent anymore. This makes almost everything in our lives trustworthy. The sun rises and sets. Snarling dogs are likely to bite. Cars eat gas and steel bumpers are stronger but more expensive to replace that plastic ones. Roses like a lot of rain. Tomatoe plants don’t. The leftovers in the refrigerator that smell icky are bad to eat. People who don’t share our ethics or world views are interesting at dinner parties, but risky to do business with or marry. These are background truths we can conditionally trust until something changes.
These smaller, conditional trusts serve the same purpose as our desire for larger, unconditional trusts did before. The real difference is that we trust now in a way that leaves more room for life. Knowing that trust may be transient makes it that much more lovely. We have limited resources — intellectual and emotional — and one of the risks of life is to trust what appears to be stable, so that we can use our resources to make new things grow.
For readers who are not anywhere near ready to feel powerful about their choices, here is a simple rule you can use until you are. Guard your trust as though it were an extension cord from your heart. Don’t give it away to anyone you don’t firmly believe deserves it. And be prepared to unplug the cord at a moment’s notice. You can always plug it back in again, if you find you’ve made a mistake by unplugging it. No one who really cares (or who is capable of caring) about you will mind you taking care of yourself. But your trust in other people and in the world should be a conduit for good into your life. That’s what it’s for.
If it brings anything else, don’t thing twice. Unplug it. A good life should have lots of these extension cords, some heavier duty than others, leading to all kinds of things that bring us good. People, institutions, books, artists, blogs. If unplugging one or two makes us feel lost or destabilized, it probably means we need to find more things we enjoy without our lives depending on it.
In conclusion, you’ve probably all figured out that this is really about “becoming the sociopath,” but in a good way. We use the contagion to strengthen some of our weak spots, and to gain access to the “inner sociopath” when it’s appropriate. There is fundamentally nothing wrong with what sociopaths do, except that it’s all that they do. They can’t respond to love. They can’t trust anything but themselves. They can’t stop replaying their primal drama, because their lack of trust blocks them from ever learning that they are not alone.
Fortunately for us, more dependent types are open to input. We not only can learn, but many of us are truly excited by anything that breaks us out of our limitations. We know we’re not losers, but sometimes it takes a long time to overcome our training. In getting involved with a sociopath, we took the biggest risk of our lives. We stuck our heads into the mouth of the lion, and if you’ve gotten this far, you’ve taken a good look around and said, “Hey, I can do that.”
Next time, unless I get distracted, we will discuss love. This week I will not be available to follow the thread, so I hope you enjoy it, that it makes some sense to everyone, and it makes you feel good about wherever you are now. If you are on LoveFraud, I think you deserve to feel proud of yourself.
Namaste. The spirit of enlightened self-caring in me salutes the spirit of enlightened self-caring in you.
Kathy
Kathy…Thanks so much. This is great reinforcement to continue the path of healing and hope. These souls are pathetic human beings. I always felt that he was so much better than me because that was the unspoken feeling he always left me with. The price he pays every moment is something I can’t imagine living with. Robert Hare has something on the inside front cover of his book (I think it’s called The Mask of Sanity, or maybe I’m confusing a Hervey Cleckley book), but nonetheless, that eludes to the fact that we should have some semblence of compassion for these people. What you wrote above helps me to understand them for myself, so that I may continue to move forward. I had to turn him over to God, let go and move on with my life. I have arrived at the place I left off when I met him 42 years ago on the beach at Waikiki. I am getting a second chance to discover who I am without him, and it is so wonderful. I’ll share a miracle that happened just a few days ago when I was waiting for my son in a small park that happened to be across the street from the apartment that I lived in when I met the S. My son lives across the street from that apartment and the small park is in between. As I was sitting there I glanced over at the apartment I lived in when I was 19 and met the S. What a coincidence that 36 years later my own son would be living across the street from the very apartment I lived in when I met his S dad. Feelings flooded me of depersonalization and floating for about 2 hours, even as I went home and journaled. I felt crazy and “back there at that time”. In a while I knew I was on the other side and had re connected with the me that was lost all of those years ago. I am moving forward, letting the teacher appear, because this pupil is more than ready.
Kathy’s articles are a lifeline for me right now — they, along with your postings, are a big part of what I’m holding onto as I find my way. As I read this, I realized I’ve become much more aware of how trusting other people works best for me: instead of them starting off with 100% of my trust until they do things to deplete or loose it, new people in my life start out at neutral — it’s up to them to earn and keep my trust, and it’s up to me to set healthy boundaries. It’s a process now instead of a single initial snap judgment.
The hardest part for me right now is regaining my own trust! I let the destructive n/p chaos machine into my life, and I let her stay while she caused incredible destruction and wreckage that I’ll be dealing with for years. Once I was able to allow myself to look back over my life, I found one destructive person after another that I’d let harm me — this latest was simply the worst. And she got my attention and woke me from the fog (Fear Obligation Guilt — thank you, Oxy!)
So I’ve decided that I’m going to give me some room to earn my own trust: hang in there and see how I handle things as I get my life up and running again. Keep telling myself the truth with compassion: I like the idea of gentle correction, “You blew it there, Kid — we’ll get ‘um next time,” figuring out what happened and then allowing myself space to fall back, regroup, and try again. It’s amazing how much energy ya burn trying to be perfect and meet everybody’s needs while ignoring your own, so I’m thinking I need to keep pressing for new plan of operation that puts me responsible for myself, and then others when I choose to be. There’s still generosity in that plan, but this way, I don’t get left out.
Don’t think I’ll ever trust blindly again — but looking at where that took me, this isn’t such a bad thing.
Thanks for your post Betty. I’m swinging back and forth. Most days I feel I am ready to do the self-forgiving but some I slip right back and raille at the mess I am because I allowed the S to manipulate me and didn’t listen properly to my own inner guts screaming at me that ‘this just isn’t right’.
I liked your comment about starting off neutral. I try to stand back and observe before I ‘jump in’ in any new situation in my life (believe me I have no intention of it being a relationship ever again! Sad isn’t it?). Like you, I don’t think I ever ‘set healthy boundaries’.
It’s hard to come to terms with the fact that that ‘nice’ person has gone – the one who always saw and looked for the best in others – My curve at the moment is getting over the resentment that I have had to change something I liked in myself because of the inadequacies of others and the need to protect against allowing one of the nightmare human beings into my orbit again.
Kathy – ‘the demolition of our belief system’ – spot on – I agree with your points and take heart from them but it does feel like the ‘destruction’ of something good. My mother taught me to always see the good and it sometimes feels like a violation of her memory (she passed 7 years ago) as she was such a good woman and I use her advice and wisdom in my life, usually as my first point of reference esp. pertaining to family, emotion and love etc. Is there no end to what these S/N/P s take from us?
I’m not upset that you lied to me, I’m upset that from now on I can’t believe you.
”“ Frederic Nietzsche
and…
I’m upset that you manipulate innocent people into doing your dirty work,
and…
I’m upset that you’re infinitely high maintenance and totally one way,
and…
I’m upset that you are unpredictably hostile and chronically violent,
but…
most of all I’m upset with myself, because I didn’t see all this from the first.
In retrospect, it was rather obvious.
Lying was only part of the picture, at least in the case of the S I dealt with.
A quick note. I’m on deadline and shouldn’t be here.
First I apologize for the length of this piece. It is the only one I couldn’t edit online, because of some glitch in the software, and I just finally posted it raw.
Okay onto some of your comments.
First, the process of learning how to spot them, practicing defending ourselves, and actively neutralizing “bad actors” in our lives is where we start to rebuild our trust in ourselves. It’s not only what it appears to be. It also begins to change our responses in terms of jumping to be more helpful, more cooperative, more generous when we’re presented with someone else’s issues. Trains us to sit back, wait, gather information.
Our anger “wants” us to respond. That’s what this recurring flaming of ourselves is all about. We have emotional systems that have been ignored for years on end. In some ways, we’re retraining our own emotional reactions to learn that we will respond. They don’t have to keep on nagging us.
And in this sense, it’s compassionate wisdom to not hate the emotions or try to surpress them. Just keep telling yourself, as Betty said, I get it, I’m working on it, it’s important to me to get better at survival. All these voice in our head, all this emotional noises is us being worried about us. There is a part of us that is responsible for our survival and wellbeing. That’s the deep source of all this emotional noise and, I think, a lot of these hectoring and self-critical noises. It want us to take ourselves more seriously.
If this makes any sense, I also think that the appearance of sociopaths in our lives is part of this attempt by our survivor selves to get heard more clearly. We imagine them to be strong and protective. We’re using them to fill in for our weakness in these areas. But this time we picked a person who is really clarifying the fact that we have to do it for ourselves. And that quote from the imaginary sociopath that comes toward the end of the article could just as easily have come from the part of us that is interested in our survival. Wake up, it’s saying to us. No one is going to take care of this for you, but you.
Escapee, eventually we do see the good. I’m with your mother. But seeing the good in these relationships take a bit of travel. I keep trying to introduce the concepts that get us there. And the fact that we absolutely have to give up our childish ideas of what trust means is an important part of it. The sociopaths are replaying their primal dramas, but so are we when we look for unconditional safety in relationships. And when we’re so excruciatingly vulnerable to failures in that safety.
Everything in our lives tells us we survived. We figured out how to get through everything until now, and we did it well enough to survive. We may not have cleared away all the emotional residue from our past, but these relationships with sociopaths are really helpful in doing a lot of that internal housekeeping. They expose us not only to their dysfunction, but they teach us what they’re good at, if we’re paying attention.
We don’t have to go to the extreme that they did, giving up trust entirely. But we can see that a greater degree of self-reliance and self-interest and commitment to our own dreams and agendas is not only possible, but that if we don’t do it, we’re vulnerable to every stiff wind that comes alonge. And even more than that, if we don’t do it, we get into relationships where we’re expecting people to take care of us in ways we could be taking care of ourselves, and the cost for that kind of “service” is always high. No one wants to do it, unless they have equivalent issues with unfinished emotional business, or if they’re trying to use it to exploit us.
Psychologists say that we get involved with people who are at approximately the same level of emotional maturity as we are. Forgetting the sociopath, what this means about our future relationships is meaningful. If we want a grown-up, responsible partner, we have to be that. If we want someone who has a life, we have to be that. If we want someone who is truly comfortable with himself and so able to be emotionally generous without feeling threatened, we have to be that. For me, this was the work I faced in getting better. And it’s one of the reasons I’m not looking for a serious relationship now. I’m not finished with myself.
Where the sociopaths fit into that comment by psychologists I’m not sure. We have a broad spectrum of experiences here, and it would be hard to generalize. It would also be a highly inflammatory statement on this site, and I don’t want to draw the heat. However, what I do believe about my last relationship with the sociopath, is that we made each other worse. My inability to put any brakes on his behavior (when I had all the power to do that) let him spin out into more and more irresponsibility on an interpersonal level.
His behavior triggered all my latent issues about being safe, loved, belonging in this world at all. And I became more and more needy and functionally inadequate, not just with him, but with myself. Which left him dealing with someone who was not only desperate for what I imagined he could give, but throwing everything I had at him to try to convince him to behave differently. It gave him power over my life that excited him, but he was totally unprepared to handle. He behaved stupidly with the resources, and he was generally not stupid about money. It was just more than he could handle, and so he acted like a child throwing money in the air.
It was a total meltdown on my side, but on his side there were none of the usual social controls that a person in any relationship would expect. (Like, if I had a temper tantrum with a client, the feedback I would get would immediately make me consider whether that served me, or if I ever wanted to do that again.)
There is a lot of talk here about sociopaths not learning. And I think we don’t articulate this well. They do learn about what works socially and in relationships. They just don’t progress in terms of emotional maturity. There’s a big difference here, and it is meaningful to us in learning to navigate a world in which other people may care about their own objectives more than they care about us. (They don’t have to be sociopaths; sociopaths are just the worst case.)
Knowing our own limitations about what we want and don’t want, being able to communicate and enforce boundaries in a friendly non-judgmental way, saying what we want and how we want things to come out, dealing with the reality that’s in front of us and “trusting” that people will continue as well or as badly as we have already seen them behave, this is the stuff of a life in which we actually can create what we want. Circumstances are not always helpful. We may have to accept setbacks, and deal with the occasional disaster. But intention, focus and follow-through are powerful things. And this, too, we can learn from sociopaths. Everything about them is what they want.
I was in awe of the way this guy insisted on arranging his life to his own objectives. I hated the way he treated me (as a tool, as an objective, as something that was only there to help him get where he was going next). But he was doing something I’d never done in my life. He gave me exactly what he needed to give me to keep moving forward with his own plans. He regarded his life as his own responsibility and mine as mine. If I was there, I must be getting something out of it. If I didn’t like it and didn’t leave, I must be masochistic or crazy.
I kept looking at him, trying to figure out what he knew that I didn’t. Why was I totally involved in making him and everyone else happy, while the years were ticking away, and I wasn’t any closer to doing anything I really wanted than I was 30 years before. He used what I gave him to finish a novel, write a collection of short stories, learn the movie business, travel to places he wanted to go. While I was groveling around, asking if it was enough yet, did he love me now?
I hate it that he didn’t care, that he knowingly exploited my feelings to get what he wanted, and didn’t think he had any responsibility for my progressive self-destruction. He used me in other ways, to amuse himself when he was bored, to explore ugly power trips with other people, to subsidize things in his life that just disgusted me. There is a lot about him that is not nice, to put it mildly.
But as far as I’m concerned he was in my life for a reason. He taught me why I was failing in every way that was really important to me, while I was succeeding in every way that was important to everyone else. And some of his unguarded statements, when he exposed his real thinking, were some of the most helpful things. Though I was hurt or outraged at the time.
He was a tortured, broken, often ugly, selfish, false, uncaring monster who was also a tragically damaged victim of his own history. This is still true for hem. He was also the person who forced me to get over my past and all the self-negating and self-destructive “survival” strategies I took away from it. With him, although most of it happened after he was gone, I grew up.
And like you can feel compassion or even love someone you can’t trust, I feel for him. I wish I could have done something meaningful for him that was as valuable as what he did for me. But what he got was the best he could imagine for himself. The money, the chance to write, the broadening experiences. I used to be angry because I thought it would just make him more plausible. I’m not angry anymore. He is what he is, charismatic, needy, limited, broken.
And dangerous. That, too, is real. Dangerous like a scorpion or a frightened and cornered dog or botulism on the raw chicken. The only way to deal with them is to protect ourselves. We can’t fix them. They survive the way they do. Some of them, like my ex, are self-aware, know what they are, but it doesn’t help. They can’t feel what they can’t feel, or act like caring people. So we learn our lessons and keep our distance.
And some few people, like me, are grateful and continue to care about them. From a distance. He’s tragic. He spreads it around, if he gets involved with women, they become tragic. And I write my stuff, hoping that they find their way out of the pain, and learn the lessons. I used to hate him. I just can’t feel that way anymore. It’s not worth what it costs me. and the truth is that I got more of it than he did.
“And like you can feel compassion or even love someone you can’t trust, I feel for him. I wish I could have done something meaningful for him that was as valuable as what he did for me. But what he got was the best he could imagine for himself. The money, the chance to write, the broadening experiences. I used to be angry because I thought it would just make him more plausible. I’m not angry anymore. He is what he is, charismatic, needy, limited, broken.
And dangerous. That, too, is real. Dangerous like a scorpion or a frightened and cornered dog or botulism on the raw chicken. The only way to deal with them is to protect ourselves. We can’t fix them. They survive the way they do.
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And some few people, like me, are grateful and continue to care about them. From a distance. He’s tragic. He spreads it around, if he gets involved with women, they become tragic. ”
Thanks Kathleen. These are words I can definitely relate to. While not involved in a romantic sense, I definitely did care about the S. I wanted to see him live a joyful, productive life. He had skills, and many good work habits. When he tried, he could be charming.
People who get it ask, “Why are you so tolerant?”
“Because he can’t help it, and he’s harmless as long as he’s not indulged too far.”
The people who don’t get it ask, “So you recommend him for this position, right?”
“If you’re satisfied with the background check, then go ahead and hire him. You do follow your insurer’s guidelines with respect to those background checks, don’t you? “
In the end, what I find most distressing about sociopathy is the “practically incurable” part.
It goes against the optimistic faith I was raised in.
Elizabeth, I still have hope about the incurability thing.
It’s one of the reasons I insist on describing the pathology as I do. In terms of developmental blockage.
If I can go back and unblock my own developmental paths, and live through all the risks of allowing a sense of personal authority in my own life to grow up from about three or four years old, I think there is hope for unblocking the ability to trust and finding a way to provide a safe and supportive environment for that sort of belated through-the-years developmental process to occur.
The current wisdom is that kind of integration would cause terminal decompensation n a sociopath because the person would be facing the same unresolved crisis issues that triggered the blockage, and would be unable to deal with adult reality anymore than he could deal with it at the time. I think it’s worth questioning whether that is true.
In my case, I had some idea of what I was doing — in the sense that I knew that I was opening a very old issue, that if I unblocked this developmental path, I would be unblocking at the age I was when it occurred. So a “dead” part of me was resurrected as a very small child.
I had to live through that child growing up. It’s not quite the same thing as the years-long learning path of a real child. And that’s because there is a tremendous amount of life experience already stored for usage. That child didn’t have the typical child’s resources of a restricted access to real-world knowledge or a typical child’s condition of survival dependency. However that child was, in terms of emotional maturity, a relative baby. So I had to observe it and live through it working its way up, gobbling experience, reacting as an older child, then a teenager, then a young adult with all those stages of emotional maturity.
I was lucky that I was able to keep myself relatively sheltered. I was working a little, but I had to really watch myself. In some ways it was absolutely delightful, because I got all the benefits of a child’s and teenager’s perspectives on what to do with all this life material. I think that this process helped me re-think what I wanted to do with my life, because that’s what teenagers and kids do. They play with their own potential as though they have all the options in the world.
But I also went through being whiny, demanding, selfish, inconsiderate, not understanding why I had to submit to rules, etc. It actually was nothing new, because this blocked piece of my child was always in the background. We can block them, but we can’t stop them from pounding on the door and yelling at us. But it was different to have it at the conscious level and to gradually support and teach it up to the level of the rest of me.
I only had to believe in my authority in my own life, to respect myself and my right to care for myself. That’s significant, but the challenge of opening a self-isolated psyche to the idea of connection is, in my opinion, considerably more challenging to the person and to anyone therapeutically involved. The good thing about being a sociopath is that they live in a world of very limited input. A great deal of internal noise and drama, but it’s like a cue ball on pool table banging around in the same limited space.
Opening their minds and emotions to outside realities means they are going to have to learn how to deal with a lot. Learn how to filter, learn how to discriminate, learn how to judge what’s helpful and what’s not, learn how process negative input, and on and on.
These are the same issues that codependents deal with everyday, and we take it more or less in stride. But a former sociopath dealing with increased ability to grasp how other people feel … well, it’s an intimidating idea. When you throw in the new understanding about the impact of their past behaviors, it just gets bigger.
But hey, addicts have to go through it in recovery. I had to go through my version of it, because unlocking my authority over my own life made be realize how all my behaviors, which were based on my dysfunctions, impacted other people as well as destroyed the potential of years of my life. Growing up is growing up.
But this all wanking. No one believes it’s possible. And until they do, no one will think about how to do it.
Kathleen
What?!! Does ‘wanking’ mean the same in the US as it does in England? !!!!
Some one please explain – I’m shocked!
Yes, it means the same thing. I used to live in Mallorca and picked it up from British friends. It’s one of my favorite descriptions of possibly amusing but ultimately unproductive activity. Sorry if I shocked you.