This column is dedicated to my sister, who is my best friend and wise counsel in so much of this learning
In Part 2, I wrote about painful shock, our instantaneous reactions to stabilize us until we have time to heal, and the everyday process that we use to resolve trauma.
In a relationship with a sociopath, something goes wrong with this process. We don’t handle “bad things that happen to us” in an expeditious way. It may be that we do not have skills for fast processing of emotional trauma, because we are burdened by residue of previous trauma. But beyond that, the typical sociopathic technique of recruiting us through seductive love-bombing, followed by withdrawal of positive attention, can disable our normal responses.
Instead of clearly recognizing that we are victims of abuse, we become confused about our own involvement. Because we responded positively to the seduction, we are from the beginning volunteers or collaborators in what happened to us. When our “perfect lovers” inexplicably turn cold, critical and demanding, we are left dealing with emotional attachments to our precious memories. This chaotic emotional landscape sets the stage for further emotional abuse and predation.
Adapting to the Unthinkable
Denial is the topic of this piece. In denial, we assume that we have power over certain aspects of our relationship with a sociopath. It is a form of magical thinking. It also plays an important role in recovery.
My friends: Kathy, what do you mean he’s moving back in with you again? It took you months to stop crying over him last time.
Me: No, it’s really okay. We had a good talk. He’s just needs my support. It was my fault for not trusting him. He really cares about me. He was so tender and open. Can’t you hear how happy I am?
Is it any wonder people think we’re crazy? But until we “learn through” this situation, we may feel as crazy as they think we are.
In the Kubler-Ross model of grief processing after receiving a terminal diagnosis, denial is a rejection of reality. “This isn’t happening to me.” It is the same difficulty we face in the loss of a loved one, absorbing the information that a life resource has disappeared. First response to trauma often includes a massive rush of endorphins (the “feel good” brain chemical) that anesthetizes pain and helps prevent us from dying or breaking down. This is why the first response of survivors is often inexplicably confident and relaxed about the future.
But denial is also a psychological state that can endure forever. In denial, we avoid the cause-and-effect reality of our pain. If our sociopath relationship causes us pain, we look for its causes anywhere but in the sociopath’s bad intention toward us. When we look at our situation with the sociopath, we see the benefits and good potential, rather than the disasters that we’re living through.
Swept Off Our Feet
The purpose of denial is not to reduce the pain, but to avoid acknowledging the cause of it. In our relationships with sociopaths, we have at least two significant reasons for denial. One is that, like a drug pusher, the sociopath has successfully pushed past our normal self-protective boundaries and conditioned us to emotional merger in an environment of “perfect love.” We have lost independence of thought and feeling, and acquired a new need to keep us stable — the “perfect love.” We are now junkies.
The difference between this emotional merger and a healthy love relationship is that the development was dominated by the sociopath. It was conducted in a way that rewarded us for fast emotional response and penalized us for trying to slow it down for rational consideration.
As a result, we do not have a well-understood set of reasons for our involvement, except that this person was so accurate in pushing our buttons. Without those reasons, it is harder for us to go back and compare our current reality with any logical choices that we made. We begin these relationships in disorientation that seems to be “perfect” because it reflects our dreams or emotional needs, but does not reflect our well-boundaried, thoughtful, self-caring identities.
The second and even more compelling reason to avoid acknowledging the cause of our pain is the knowledge of our own collusion.We said yes to this.(It is not until later in the healing process that we understand what we were up against, and forgive ourselves.) If we are causing ourselves this pain, our identities are seriously compromised.We don’t know who we are anymore. https://frpiluleenligne.com
If we can’t extricate ourselves from the relationship, the threat to our internal integrity is magnified.
So denial “protects” us from the knowledge that our drug of choice is a destructive force on our lives, and that we are causing our own pain. (One of those facts is true.)
The Impact of Shutting Down
Denial is an act of will. A deliberate not knowing. However, denial does not always occur at the conscious level, especially if we have backgrounds of unhealed childhood abuse. Likewise, major adult trauma — like rape or combat experiences — can overwhelm our everyday trauma-processing skills, making us more likely to “get stuck” at early-stage processing.
Denial is not just a stage in healing. It is also a radical coping response to certain circumstances. If we cannot escape a situation, if we are dependent for survival on the perpetrators of trauma, if we can’t exercise our defensive flight-or-fight impulses without increasing our risk, shutting down our awareness of cause and effect is a way of managing our responses to the situation. Like that first endorphin rush after a painful shock, shutting down is a means of survival.
In later life, if we have never adequately processed and healed from these situations, this type of shutting down may still be our best and final response to any traumatic event. Because it may be embedded in blocked memory, the whole mechanism may occur below the realm of consciousness.
If we are using denial as a self-protective technique, we may have an unusual pain tolerance, a lack of awareness of risk, and a constant “hum” of anxiety interfering with emotional or logical activity. Our knowledge of cause and effect of pain is not destroyed, only blocked. Our protective “alert” system keeps generating emotional noise, trying to draw our attention to the situation. Even after it is long past. Because we have not yet finished learning from it, so we can move on with our identities intact. The fact that this painful trauma is still “live” means that we are reactive to anything that looks like a reoccurrence, causing post-traumatic stress responses.
Magical thinking is the idea that we can alter reality by our thoughts. In many cases, we do influence events by envisioning our preferred outcomes, and acting on opportunities to create the future we want. But when magical thinking becomes the attempt to obliterate feelings that originate in our survival responses, we move into the realm of the impossible and self-destructive. We are attempting to magically change the present, not create the future. Rejecting our feelings splits our psyches into parts of ourselves that we accept and parts that we do not. Fear and rejection of ourselves makes us more likely to view the world in terms of fear and rejection.
For all the problems it creates, denial provides us the gift of time. It enables us to postpone trauma processing until the environment is safer or more supportive, or until we can endure facing the cause-and-effect issues. But until we are ready to move forward, everything we might learn and all our related self-protective emotions are stuffed back into a “La-la-la, I’m not thinking about this now” area of our heads.
The more we stuff, the more emotional static builds up in the background. If the sociopath is depending on our insecurity, instability, or high pain tolerance, denial makes it that much easier for the sociopath to exploit us, because we are not acting self-protectively in response to pain.
How to Care for Ourselves
Denial is probably the most toxic phase of the healing process, because we are not only reeling from painful shock, but also blocking our knowledge and feelings about it. However much we are obsessed by relationship with the sociopath, a much larger and more demanding relationship drama is occurring in our own psyches. We are at war with ourselves.
As others have noted here on Lovefraud, getting over a sociopathic relationship isn’t necessarily a linear process. We may be experiencing multiple stages of healing — including anger and forgiveness — alongside early-stage processing like denial. One reason for this is that the experience of a sociopathic relationship is so multi-layered. We experience trauma related to our beliefs about the world and changes in our material circumstances, as well as our relationships with ourselves.
The fastest way to recover our capacity to deal with other traumas is to fix our relationship with ourselves. Self-hatred drains our energy, hope and creative capacity. Part of this despair is instilled in us by the sociopath’s criticisms and now-you-see-it-now-you-don’t “love,” which are part of their program to separate us from our self-trust and make us more dependent on them. But a more important source of our self-hatred is denial itself. Denial creates an environment of fear and rejection of ourselves.
The Healing Facts
In healing, we do eventually come terms with what we did to ourselves. We get there because we face two simple facts.
One is that we were vulnerable. Our vulnerability came out of the way we were taught, our previous experiences that may have left us with unhealed emotional damage, and the quality of our dreams. All of these things are part of being human. All of these things can be reconsidered and improved to makes us stronger, more able and confident in taking care of ourselves, and more creative and joyful in our lives. These improvements occur during our recovery process.
The other fact is that we were dealing with something we didn’t understand. The sociopathic strategy for predation begins with deliberately disabling other people’s self-protective responses. They do it in order to exploit other people’s social feelings, personal resources and dignity, all to fill incurable deficiencies in their characters and lives. They mask themselves as attractive people we would like to know. Until they show their predatory intentions, we are dealing with an actor playing a role. The fact that we didn’t understand is also human.
We ordinarily don’t get clear information about their intentions until we are hooked, addicted and dependent. At that point, our ability to recognize and act on the information is compromised. This doesn’t make us stupid. It makes us victims. It is pointless and it only perpetuates the trauma to hate the parts of ourselves that are innocent, hopeful, trusting and open to love. We didn’t do this to ourselves.
Getting out of denial is a cause for tears. But they are healthy tears for the right reasons. If we have been blocked in denial for a while, we may have a lot of them to shed. They are part of comforting ourselves, acknowledging our feelings and validating our right to feel them. When we’ve comforted ourselves enough, the tears will stop and we will move on to another part of healing. It does not go on forever.
We have reason to feel sad for ourselves. Something bad happened to us. We didn’t see it coming. We didn’t know what it was. We didn’t know how to protect ourselves. We didn’t know how to get out of it when it got painful. Every bit of it, including our saying yes to it and the emotional addiction that kept us attached, was not our choice. We never would have chosen it, if we understood what was really going on. Grasping the truth that a bad thing that happened to us, rather blaming it on ourselves, is a major part of healing.
To get out of denial, we may have to find the courage to ignore other people’s opinions or embedded ideas about who we “should” be. If we think we “should have been” stronger or smarter, we’re still in denial about our human vulnerability. With other people, we may have to reject with dignity any idea that this is a minor event, that we don’t have the right to take our time healing, and that we were not victimized.
Taking care of ourselves in this way speeds our recovery of self-trust. In our lives, we own the knowledge that this was a major trauma in our lives, and that it is our responsibility to ourselves to fully heal, no matter what it takes, or how long.
Recovering Our Resources
Facing the facts, getting out of self-hate, putting the blame where it belongs frees us to begin the positive work of restructuring our lives. Part of that work is thinking about what the encounter with the sociopath has to teach us. We have learned something about the world. We have also learned something about ourselves. Together, those two types of learning lead us to recreate ourselves in a number of ways.
This creation occurs in an environment of choice, not the desperation that led to denial. We use our new knowledge to develop new habits of self-care and new ideas about what we want out of our lives. All of this is good for us.
Getting out of denial and out of self-hatred also enables us to approach the world a little differently. We don’t feel the need to apologize for who we are. We need to put together a new life. We become more pragmatic, more able to work through our options, more comfortable with temporary failures, because we’re figuring out what works, not struggling to keep the lid on our feelings or to deny part of our history.
Every time we face an uncomfortable fact, we become better at undoing denial. Denial is a temporary tool for managing trauma, but it makes us vulnerable to the sociopath and other avoidable disasters. Becoming more open to truth, even when it is uncomfortable, is our first line of defense of our lives and our real identities.
To recap: A bad thing happened to us. We did not see it coming or understand it when it was happening. We did not cause it. We are survivors, and we’re learning from the experience. In healing, we not only get over our pain, but become better at living than we were before.
Namaste. The courageous, truth-seeking spirit in me salutes the courageous, truth-seeking spirit in you.
Kathy
Dear dear Henry,
Those bales of hay are so old and moldy that no self respecting jack ass, much less a white horse, would eat them. You might as well use them for mulch, they are already about rotted to potting soil any way. Between your bales and mine and the others here, we will make a killing in the mulch sales department.
Speaking of jack asses, I went riding yesterday for 5+ hours and Fat Ass did so well (Hairy Ass was an ass and he had to stay home) and I’m not even too sore, though I was so tired last night I saw one post I made and half the words were not complete and some of the sentences didn’t even make sense! One of the best days I have had in a long time out in the sunshine and warm weather on my ass–literally! I even had the cutest cowboy along with me, but alas, he is only 26 so he calls me “Momma” along with the rest of the young good looking guys around here! My “prince” is here, it’s just he is young enough to be my grandson! So I am still looking for a “geezer” prince charming! LOL
I disagree OxD. I think I could get Henry to come and take care of me. Will you please, Henry? LOL
Thanks for the support, dear. I actually take surprisingly good care of myself just as a matter of habit. I don’t drink any caffeine or soda and eat fairly well. I take long baths every day. But the part about doing one thing at a time to fix the problem does make sense to me. I had planned to do a bunch of it this weekend. Maybe I could put some of it off. I hate doing taxes with a passion. I’d as soon be strung from the ceiling by my toenails and pummeled with a wet carp. I certainly don’t mind putting that one off. Thanks for that.
StarG: If you need to relax, why not sit back in a comfortable recliner or on your bed … then put on one of those CDs … sounds of the seashore, or rain falling … soothing winds … whatever the variety of CDs to choose from … take your pick … whatever floats your boat. Then just listen … turn your mind chatter to mute … and relax … listen to your breathing … inhaling and exhaling. Do this for about 5 minutes. Pay attention to nothing else but your breathing. After you accomplish the 5 minutes of breathing … go for six minutes then seven etc.
Peace.
Referring to above post, “I found a piece of charred wood about 2 inches long, 1/4 inch wide. It may not be wood I am not sure but it is burned. I found it next to the sliding door in the basement, on the inside”.
I had a neighbor call me today to let me know a vacant home on the block was broken into and robbed last night. Sunday night. She called to say she is worried about us and to remember to turn my outside lights on, it was 7:00 PM and they were not on yet. I have just been turning them on around 9:00 PM, to not leave a consistent behavior pattern and I vary that with times but they are on before 10:00. I thought someting was up when I saw the sqauds down the street when leaving this morning. I am grateful she called.
Anyhow after this creepy creepy stuff posted above, I am going to the locals tommorrow morning to report the burned piece of wood and I want them to come over to see this, along with the ashes on the floor and shelf. I left everything there untouched. It was more than likely done the Sunday before at night. This will help ease some of this creepy creepy feeling. And I will let the neighbor know after the report is made. Everyone will know then. Which is a good thing so they are aware of another incident around here.
Thank God for people who are watching and watching out for you. Last week was so unnerving after finding this, I need a take from the locals and their thoughts after they see this.
Conclusion after the local examination. It looks as if it may be something the 12 pound dog may, or possibly could have brought in, which does not account for how ashes ended up on the four foot high shelf along with ashes and a pile of ashes next to the stick. Taken as evidence. OK.?
Is: At least you have this on record. Good for you. There may be a simple explanation, or not, but you’ve made public note of the incident.
After the stressful weekend (thanks for the support), I went to work today and had a surprising okay day. I didn’t let the backstabbing ones bother me, and just stayed present and on task. 1/3 of my day was social, chatting with various other co-workers. So I think I’ll be okay for the rest of the week.
I have come to a total dead end with my condo. I cannot sell it, cannot get a loan for a short payoff or short sale, and probably will not be able to get a loan reduction. I’m starting to seriously consider foreclosure, and you know, it actually feels like a relief. The only thing I need is a plan of where I want to go and what I will do when I get there. I have friends all over the country. I will probably pick a warmer weather state where I know someone and move there. I will be ruining a credit score of close to 800 that I worked very hard for for 20 years. Oh well. There are some things in life that are worth more than credit. I am even considering a move to South America, if you can believe that. The thought that the nightmare life I’ve been living (with job I hate) could end soon takes a huge load off my mind.
The last straw with the condo came yesterday. I had a plumbing back-up of the common line into my unit a few weeks ago. It also broke my garbage disposal due to the extra strain. It cost $320 to fix it. I just found out that the HOA refuses to reimburse me, even though it is a common line. I just don’t have the energy to take them to court. It will actually give me some pleasure to reward those morons with another foreclosure in a complex that is already occupied by more investors than owners.
Thanks again for the support I have received here. Life goes on over here, and I have yet to see what the next chapter of my life will bring.
And BTW, what an outstanding article. Kathleen, I felt you were speaking for me. So much of my life has been lived shut down. It’s very sad and such a waste when I think about it.
Dear Star,
Sometimes things that we first think are “awful” turn out to be the best blessing we could have. You aren’t alone in foreclosure, that’s for sure. It will also take them a while to get you out, so for what the advice is worth (matt might say what I am saying is wrong) but I would just quit paying the payment and it will be at least 3 months (maybe more in some areas) before they can foreclose and get you out. IN the meantime, you will have that payment money saved up for a rental and will have time to make some plans, get rid of what stuff you don’t want to take with you. Traveling light has its own beauty. I sort of got to liking it in the RV that I lived in when I had to go into “hiding.” Everything was convenient and I had everything I really needed. The more “stuff” you have, the more “stuff” you have to TAKE CARE OF.
I’ve been down sizing and still have too much “stuff” but at least I am NO LONGER SO ATTACHED TO IT. I realize that in the end none of us take a U-Haul to the graveyard so it is just “stuff”—not important in the end.
I just discovered this site and it is so much better than the one I was on before. This seems to be a place full of people with compassion, intellect, and humor, surprisely given what we have been through with the sp’s. At some point, I will share my story with you. At the moment, I have just returned home from a hospital stay for an illness. So I don’t really have the strength to revisit that hellish period. I will say to tood, I had an ex who told me he was impotent as well. I have been without sex or affection for almost six years. Age 34-40 the prime sex years. I was told that it was my Christian duty to accept him in sickness and in health. Just found out that he has had a girlfriend at work for about a year and a half now. I swear to you that there is not a more unattractive woman in all of Nashville, NC. And he is her supervisor so he has lots of built in power of her. If she wasn’t such an adulterous whore, I might feel sorry for her. Right now, I just want to roast marshmallows over both of them as they burn in hell. I would say that I’m most definately in the bitter how could I be so stupid frame of mind. I love the tutu comments. The song by Blind Melon called No Rain has a video of a girl dancing in a bumblebee tutu. She is my inner child. I love that kid. Also some have posted about sex thoughts, dreams, etc. I recently had a dream of me sitting on top of my ex fully clothed in a bathtub. I was beating him, kissing him but biting his lip off and sucking his blood, then I stuck my hand in his pants and gouged my nails into his manhood ripping it off. And I was totally turned on by my violence. Freud would love that one. Feel free to analze it. He by the way was really horrible at sex. Too tiny, too limp, and too disinterested in it. He told me sex was only ever good on drugs like Meth. I’m not a drug user so sex with me was no fun for him.