Because there is so much discussion lately about pity, empathy and compassion in the wake of a relationship with a sociopath, I am writing this article to discuss compassion as it fits into the recovery process.
Before I begin, I would like to humbly remind my readers that recovery, by its nature, is a progression through different stages of emotional learning. If the trauma is major, these emotional states will be intense. And they will color our “sight” or view of the world and ourselves. I’m pointing this out as a warning that, unless you are in late-stage recovery, the material in this article may be irritating and you may find me a holier-than-thou pain in the butt.
If the farthest you have gone in trauma processing is denial, bargaining, anger, or grief and letting go, the related emotions will — and should — dominate your view of things until you learn the lessons of that stage and gaduate to the next one. Each graduation changes your world, and it also alters your perspective on how you felt before. For example, anger looks back at denial as a less empowered, less insightful phase. And denial veiws anger as anger as socially unacceptable or scary. This is just the natural progression of maturing consciousness. We look back from a larger perspesctive. We tend to block or demonize information from levels that are too far beyond where we are now.
So if this article doesn’t make sense to you, or it seems “nice but improbable,” or you find it irritating or nutty, it means it’s not useful to your current learning stage. Typically we can see into the next level of healing, even if we’re not fully there. Beyond that, it’s hard for us to intuitively grasp how it’s going to be.
As we observe on LoveFraud, there is a lot of learning in recovery. This article is about the end of the process. It’s an end so complete that, every “next time” we face a trauma, we know how the processing will end. It changes forever the way we approach healing and the speed at which we do it.
Defining compassion
Most of us grew up in the Judeo-Christian tradition where compassion is understood as a “social” feeling. That is, the feeling is about “we,” not just “I.” It’s associated with ideas about welfare as a community goal, not just an individual one. So we tend to define compassion as concern about someone else’s difficulty plus some level of obligation to help.
This definition of compassion is why the sociopath’s pity ploy is so challenging for us. It’s also why there may be resistance to my statements that I feel compassion for my ex, because I am aware of the painful identity damage he lives with. The assumption, I believe, is that it’s dangerous to feel compassion for an anti-social person, because that feeling comes with implied obligation to help. So it may seem inexplicable that I am aware of his pain, but feel no responsibility for alleviating it.
The concept of compassion that I am presenting to you today is somewhat different. It is more like a Buddhist or Eastern idea of compassion. This compassion is simply a state (of mind), not a process of identifying need and acting on it. This state of compassion may inform our actions — quite literally inform, by providing information — but the actions themselves are driven by other commitments or goals.
That’s all very abstract. Why does it matter?
Here’s why. The state of compassion which is open-hearted willingness to understand other people’s states and situations and to feel whatever feelings that produces puts us into full alignment with “what is.” It’s a vibrant awareness that keeps us gathering information, learning, and accepting reality without judgment.
It’s not that we don’t make judgments on other levels of consciousness. In a compassionate state, we may understand what’s driving a person who is dangerous to us. On another level, we may interpret this person as nothing but a threat and be preparing to defend ourselves or flee. But the compassionate level “sees” their state, our state, and many surrounding details. All that information moves “down” the processing ladder to refine what’s going on at the visceral self-defense level, the pleasure-pain level, our community-feelings level, and the cognitive level where we’re doing logical reasoning.
In other words, this compassionate level of awareness feeds all our processes by providing them with information that is detailed, perceptive and based on openness to active states and connections in our environment.
If this sounds like a hierarchy of consciousness, that is exactly what it is. There are lots of models for this hierarchy, which I’m not going to get into now. But I mentioned earlier that this is the end-state of recovery. That means recovery from a specific trauma. It doesn’t mean that we have this compassionate awareness in every area of our lives, but any specific healing process is over when we have processed through to compassion.
Our changing focus in healing
We’ve talked about denial, bargaining, anger, grief and letting go, and finally learning the lesson that changes our perspectives and/or life rules. This follows the Kubler-Ross model of grief processing. But Kubler-Ross was conceived as a model for people facing terminal illness. It described how people come to accept the ending of their lives. The model I’m working with goes farther, because it assumes that recovery is a doorway into a new chapter of life.
To see the whole picture of recovery, it helps to look at the progressive shifts in our focus. Up to anger, and including part of the angry phase, trauma processing is about maintaining personal control the idea that this is something we can change or affect. First we try to control our reactions (denial), then we try to control how our behavior influenced the situation (bargaining), then we try to control the situation by force of will (anger). In anger, we grasp that the problem is external to us. To control the impact of such externalities in the future, we develop defensive skills and perceptions.
In the later stages of anger and this is one of the things that moves us out of anger we become aware that we’re dealing with something that was not in our control at all. While the skills-building makes us feel better about ourselves, we are still reacting to outside threats. This focus on the external continues through the grieving and letting go process.
Turning inward
Grieving what we cannot change leads, eventually, to letting go. We can’t fully let go in anger. Instead, we have to revisit the love or great value we felt toward what we lost. (This may be, and often is, something that we now recognize as an illusion.) Reawakening love, even to say goodbye, relaxes us back into ourselves, and opens us to the “lightbulb” learnings that typically release us from previous attachments or ideas of what we “must” have or do to be happy or whole.
In discovering what we don’t need, we gain freedom — more scope of action, feelings, and even intellect. But to explore the meaning of that freedom, we find ourselves “shaking down” our internal systems to see what makes sense now and what doesn’t. With freedom comes responsibilities, and we have more learning to do about how we will act, what we will expect, and how our feelings work in this new world.
As a simple example, a common learning from our experience with a sociopath is that, although we once needed other poeple to confirm our okay-ness, we realize we don’t need external validation to trust our values and perceptions. So flattery and promises, or outside opinons about our dreams or our guilt, may sometimes make us feel good (or bad) but they’re not ultimately as true for us as our own ideas and feelings. So how does that affect every other relationship in our lives? Working this through takes time and experimentation.
More to the point, perhaps, relationships with sociopaths teach us that we have the inborn entitlement and responsibility to take better care of ourselves. To take ourselves more seriously. To assign higher value to not just our survival, but what we do with our lives. And this imperative eventually brings us to a confrontation with how we really feel about ourselves.
Clearing the obstacles to self-love
This confrontation is usually shocking, something like traumatic. It’s mindbending to discover that we’ve been carrying around damage that has caused us to treat ourselves as badly as we accused the sociopath of doing. In fact, we could almost call the sociopath an agent of our own distrust and disrespect for ourselves.
But now we’re experienced enough to know that we didn’t do this to ourselves. We identify the externaliites and note how little control we had. Even working with memories, we can assert our right to our integrity, our right to thrive, and reject the old influences on our lives that once crippled us with feelings of unlovability, unworthiness, insecurity or despair.
This process of restoring self-love is the end stretch of trauma-processing. Our shakedown of our internal beliefs, rules and processes becomes more pervasive and profound. We are in touch with a need that we may have felt before, often masked in background anxiety or in addictive hungers, but we can’t mistake what it really is. We want to clear away anything that keeps us from being in touch with our true self the bright, good, authentic, perceptive, learning, feeling center that has been the source of our best social impulses and also our self-healing impulses all our lives.
When we understand that this center exists and feel its nature, we come home to something that has always been there. It’s an experience that is impossible to describe, but it is the beginning of making sense of everything in our lives. In particular, we see how much of our life story has been about our attempts to heal traumas and get back to who we are. We become more conscious of how unhealed wounds color our perceptions. Though we cannot resolve everything at once, each resolved trauma illumates more of our authentic self, and helps us tell the differnce between what is authentic in us and what is unfinished trauma-processing. In this knowledge, we become more understanding and able to comfort ourselves, and more accepting of our normal human pains, fears, losses, as well as hungers, attractions, and goals.
We don’t have to be perfect to love ourselves. We can make peace with who we are. We can become more relaxed about new challenges, because we accept that, win or lose, we’re going to learn something great. We can acquire a sense of humor about where we’re still developing and are not so good at being all we could be.
We gain a new perspective, a kind of distance from ourselves that relieves us from fear and criticism, but encourages us in our progess as evolving people. That perspective also gradually aligns all the levels of consciousness behind a new “boss,” a new highest, deepest level that is more open and smart, while being more tolerant and supportive of our humanity. All of it our need to physically survive, our genetic attachments to family, our drive to bond and reproduce, our dependence on community, our desire to make our lives meaningful, and all the other needs that come with being human. Compassion is like having an angel in the “top office,” influencing the way the whole company works.
But here’s the thing about compassion. As that open-hearted awareness anchors our internal workings, it also changes the way we see the world. Our perceptions are a reflection of our inner lives. We see from where we are in ourselves.
Compassion and Sociopathy
Compassion is a state of awareness. As I said earlier, this definition of compassion does not require us to act or react. It simply provides a new and more refined set of information to the rest of our systems. In the case of identifying a sociopath or finding reason to react, the identification is made with openness to understanding their state, including the wounded pain of their broken humanity. But compassion feels this pain without becoming involved in it. The information made available to our defensive systems may be simply that this person is wounded, extremely needy for personal support, but is apparently unable to heal or return support to other people. His needs are bottomless and not fixable by us.
Sad for him, and sad for us to know this about him. But it clarifies our response. Compassion tells us there is no potential for a mutual relationship and nothing to be gained by trying to help.
People who have read me here for a while, know that I am committed to changing social systems that, in my belief, create the circumstances in which children develop affective disorders — inadequate nurture, environmental violence and direct abuse. Sociopathy is an affective disorder, which may have genetic factors of predisposition, but is powerfully affected by environmental factors. I can’t change sociopaths, but I want to help reduce future suffering (and all the suffering it causes) at the source, where children are learning despair of trusting anything but themselves.
My way to change those systems is to help individuals stop the cycle of damage for themselves. I believe that we can heal our old damage, so we are no longer perpetuating or supporting the transmission of damage through generations, communities and other human systems. If we don’t get well, we are part of the problem. If we do get well, we become living solutions. Some of us will change the world just by being human beacons, people who inspire other people to learn to love themselves and discover with the powerful rationality that compassion brings. Some of us will use the information compassion brings us to actively work on human systems to create a better world where human potential can flourish.
So that is compassion in my view. I hope this clarifies what I mean when I talk about compassion, and why some of you may find my perspectives and my language so different. I hope that, in my voice, some of you hear the voice of your future.
Namaste. My angel high-fives your angel.
Kathy
PS. This article is not about what’s wrong with you, being a more loving person so you’re treated better, or accepting or forgiving bad behavior. If it even seems like that, come back and take another look at it in a year or so. In the meantime, don’t worry, you’re doing fine and exactly where you’re supposed to be on the path.
Kathy, we be watching a movie today that just come to DVD recent called “Adam” about an Asperger man named Adam making his way into the everyday world after his father died.
group home still an option in mine mind. But husband can’t go back to others making decisions for himself after fighting so hard for the right to make his own. took too long to become capable he says. he been proud to do things like be able to vote. we been much delayed. mineself not spoke a word until aged 9 and labeled mentally retarded until aged 12. those were some simple years. no expectations, no pressures. mine best friend had Down Syndrome and was very functioning in many areas. we been a good team back then. she spoke early at aged 4 and responded well to others and took instructions well, she naught shut down like i would do. she did things i couldn’t do. but some tests i took revealed that i was smarter than i behaved. no one taught me to read and mathematics. such lovely poetry that be. concise and clear in it’s dependability. mathematics. such harmony.
but this be so what turned mine world about, mine ability to pick things up easily even from limited environments. those stupid tests.
Bevs test results didn’t come off so good even if she be able to do things i could not, like give eye contact, speak in more than three words (and appropriately), and dressed herself, even tie her shoe laces. none of that stuff counted. she took a test and it be decided that in our special school it be best to remain. i take the same tests and all of a sudden it’s: “all of that is in there?”
some changes are not good. i hated mine new school and all the pressure to perform different.
much of the movie i realized the true extent of the pressure mine husband be going through that i’ve no inkling of. as i be in the safety of our home and everyday nursing tending to me and our dolphin.
i understand now the terror and pressure of it all as i recall when i be removed from mine special school with it’s eternal never changing preschool setting and into another where it be judged that someone of mine intelligence be best fitted to. they’ve told me that being so not retarded as previously thought i not be allowed to remain in a setting for thus with such limitations. be so i be too clever with mine patterns. be so too clever working puzzles and mathematics and memorizing everything i read. be so it be the end of simple life and school being fun. and the beginning of confused angry everyday teachers that would say, ” how can you know all that you know, and yet you still can’t figure out how to work a doorknob or how to get to the bathroom in time?”
that be somewhat of mine husbands pressure, except he does get to the bathroom in time. it’s just that same sort of pressure i can match it up to. that and having us two depending on him. i still thinks we can live happily ever after in a group home together. but husband says he be not letting that happen.
in the movie Asperger Adam makes his way around everyday people world and learn everyday people ways.
he even has some interactions with his everyday people girlfriend’s pretender breed father who be so a lieing cheating, thieving businessman pretender who ends up going through trial and into jail.
i liked Asperger Movie: “Mozart and The Whale” better. even though Adam gives me more depth into mine husbands stress and issues in his journey into this everyday world.
this be the trailer for Adam
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wnoNQa_qUm4
but i liked Mozart and the Whale better
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=coO2PcRs_Ik
also temple grandin’s movie is coming soon.
http://www.hbo.com/events/templegrandin/video.html
much love and soul singing your way.
Autisticsouls,
I saw the movie Adam a few months ago and really enjoyed it. Interesting to hear from your point of view how well it depicted Asbergers. From reading your posts, I find you to be extremely intelligent and sane. I feel you have a lot to teach to everyday people. I am so sorry for your struggles in this complex society. Even if you are one who “fits in” to this society, it is still often very painful being here and fitting in. I sometimes wonder if it would be easier to go live in the Australian outback with the Aborigines, who seem so much more in touch with their spirit-selves.
Recovering…..how about rebounded???
I’m with you, OxDrover. I think I’ll just stick with the name “Rosa”, at least for now.
“I’d Rather Be a Bitch Than a Dumb Bitch” is just too darn long.
And, “Did I Shave My Legs For This?” is already a country western song.
Again, a little on the lengthy side, as well.
ErinBrock: Will the new name require I get a new password, email, phone number and driver’s license? Way too much work…If so, let me stick with the one I got for now….LOL.
I swear the name changes totally mess with my mind.
I HAVE NO IDEA who people are when they change their name…..Since I don’t have a face…..I make one up for ya’ll….along with identifying your names…..So….in my mind, you are all real and have a ‘personality’ AND a ‘face’.
Probably NOTHING like what you really look like……but hey….I’ts MY mind!!!
Aside from hens…..which that was a no brainer for me…..there was 2 new name changes here….and I HAVE NO IDEA who they are…..things are familiar…spelling and 12 step programs….but?????????
I lost this part of my brain when I had my strokes…..shit….I didn’t even know left from right…..but at least that’s a 50 50 guess of getting it wrong.
The kids taught me if I held up my hands in front of me, the fingers/thumbs that looked like an ‘L” was left…..can you picture this…..someone says turn left and I hold up BOTH hands????
But….I had to do it for about a year……
So…..my vote is……keep the names the same……or if you really want to fuck with me…..switch em up.
🙂
ERIN – Just picture me looking like a young Tom Selleck. LOL I wonder how you really picture me? I am 5’11” 175lbs. very short s/p hair, green eyes and a stache. Always tan and hairy all over…and a size 12 shoe :)…my youngest son just called and said he figured I would be gettin in my boots and wranglers and starched shirt gettin ready to go out on the town,,,I told him I have not dont that in years – I feel like everybodys grandpa when I go out these days…..Erin I picture you as Julia Roberts–am I close? And as far as the name change – henry to hens is a no brainer – I still have that cast iron skillet shaped head..thanks to miss Oxy…..
Oh hens…..That was EXACTLY how I pictured you……but I have to say…..maybe not with a size 12…..hahahahaha!
Oh yes….and me…and Julia Roberts…..people ALWAYS mistake me for her….ALWAYS! (I think, maybe I promise…..huh??)
I think the only thing we have in common is our height……
BUT….with the new pilates reformer……I am sure by summer…..me and Julia will be twins for sure! (maybe-kinda sorta)
Actually, I probably look more like you…..stach and all at times…..I’m 5-11 and have a ‘few’ pounds on ya (so don’t mess with me) and i wear a SIZE 11 shoe! (If I were only a man 🙂
Hens……you will always be a hunkahunka burnen Tom Selleck to me! EVEN WITH THAT SIZE 12!!!!
🙂
ErinBrock,
Girl, you have some big shoes to fill (no pun intended lol)
I think we all expect you to look like a version of Julia Roberts.
Witty:
No doubt huh…..I don’t think I’ve ever been small….even when I was young.
I’m just a ‘big girl’. Not rolly polly…..just a big jock type chick. Big boned……(I always hated that term)
As a kid, I was called string bean…..tall and lanky…..but always had that ‘j-lo’ butt going on…..it just kept on going on and on as I got older. 🙂
I was in the store not long ago and found ‘briefs’ that had butt pads sewn in…….YEAH….that would be NOTHING i’d EVER NEED!!!! The kids laughed when I pulled them off the rack…..
I honest to god never knew they made things like that…..
I have never had a problem filling out the jeans…..
The nice thing about being tall is I never have to alter my clothing. Although jumpsuits are out…..so the 80’s was tough.
🙂
Ya’ll keep picturing me how you will…..and keep it flattering huh.
I watched Erin Brockovich again the other day…..I LOVE THAT GIRL!!!! And Julia Roberts was wonderful.
That movie is inspiration……
Even when I watched that movie with the S……he would say…..YOU are so ERIN BROCKOVICH!
DUMB SHIT!!!!