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 Joy,
Your feelings are normal, as bad as they are, they are the normal response to being injured—so don’t worry about that here, no one will “dis” you over them.
Welcome to lovefraud, and sorry that you qualify for our “club” but at least it is a healing place with good people and a place you can heal, and vent if necessary! Hope you feel better and start to heal from your hospital stay! Again, welcome! God bless.
Joy, your post made me laugh, picturing you roasting marshmallows over the happy couple. I have found that it’s really good to have a sense of humor when going through the healing process. It will serve you well.
I recently had a relapse after doing very well for several months of NC. Now seeing him return to play his games on my internet forum with all my friends just makes me sick inside. I didn’t sleep well last night if at all.
Meg, what you are experiencing is depression. I am also in that state as well. When you have gone through so much duress and trauma, it becomes keyed into your body on a physical level. I’m so glad you have a loving friend and the opportunity to be on medications. I don’t have that option right now. I do believe ultimately that the mind is very fickle and we can command it to shift our moods. Even my setback I feel is temporary and partly due to several other extremely stressful things going on in my life. I feel that these things can all be overcome. Though I have no idea how at the moment. I actually go to work and force myself to laugh and smile. I make myself leave my awful thoughts at home or keep them to myself. It helps a little. There is a way out–for all of us. One day at a time. Here’s a hug for you.
OxD,
Thanks, I know you are right about one door closing and a new one opening. I looked at a gorgeous apartment today that was bigger than mine and not as much as what I’m paying. I so wished I could move into it. I’m not sure what I want to do. I’m not attached to this property any more. But I have accumulated some furniture that I really love and am very attached to. I don’t want to get rid of it. If I could just get rid of my furniture, my animals, and most of my stuff, a move to South America wouldn’t be out of the question. But at my age, my humble possessions that I’ve worked so hard for are pretty much all I have. You’re right. It’s really all the attachments–including the addiction to the reptile forum–that keep me trapped and unable to move forward.
I think I will try and talk to a foreclosure attorney tomorrow to see just what I’m in for and what I can do about it. Also, I’m still gonna apply for a loan modification from Citimortgage.
Because I’m forcing myself to feel some gratitude today, I cannot tell you all how grateful I am to be able to come here and talk about anything. It is such a blessing.
Valentines Day – A New Attitude
This week after seeing all the ads for flowers, candy and love has gotten the best of me. Love is everywhere on the internet ads, the sales papers, and a flower ad I hear in the background of the television set behind me, “send her roses now to show her you love her.” Ha! I am angry and hurt after all that has been said and done but the relationship is well over and has been. But, still feeling lousy, why me, how come there are others that are in love or at least care for each other and will show it daily and on Valentines Day.
The Valentine cards were sent to the school and the little candy hearts for the teachers. The hallmarks are bought for other loved ones in my life, the family and grandparents. It feels good to give and it always has. But that empty feeling, I guess of expecting someone to make me happy and I would make them happy forever. Well forever has been gone for years, and had gone on for too long and has been the most horrible road to having happiness I have ever been on, and for that matter I will never ever be on that road again.
So with Valentine’s Day coming I feel a dread. I feel as being lonely, left out of the day. This morning after thinking this over with every ad I have seen all week I decided to be good to myself. Love myself, show it and live it. I failed at love, it was with an S. Ok. I can accept that. But it still gives a bad feeling deep in the gut and some anger.
Love myself. Start to love myself and the important loving person that I am.
I went to F. May to get some candy hearts for my loved ones. I thought well I never ever got candy and flowers from anyone in 28 years of 2 relationships. So why not get a box for myself as well. I did but felt funny about it. I know love is not in what you buy for anyone. Believe me, I have given so many things others have stressed they needed, and I have given emotional love and never had it truly reciprocated in my last relationship with S.
Then I went to get flowers for myself. How strange. Roses for me on Valentines Day. I got out of the car and who pulls up next to me. My Mother! Still feeling funny about what I am there to buy and for who. Mom asks ” What are you doing?”, I live 35 miles away from her and she wanted to know why I was here.
I started to stutter feeling silly inside. But I said,”I am going to buy myself some flowers for Valentines Day and I went and bought myself a box of candy too for the day.” She looked a little bewildered and said, “oh ok good for you”. I then invited Mom out for dinner on Valentines Day if she was free. She was free and so we will go out Saturday for dinner.
I guess this holiday and all the hoopla from the media and cupid and love has gotten to me. I am angry, hurt and healing and have gotten pretty far in healing and have gone back to bad days at times. I want to get past and keep moving forward, maybe I have to take on a new attitude. My knight in shining armor is not going to ring the doorbell with a dozen red roses and a gigantic red suede heart filled with truffles and green mints. A dream it is.
So I will make myself happy by spending time with my family and my Mom. This is the highlight of the day. They still love me, especially my Mom after all the horror stories and lies she has heard from me of S. Scared the daylights out of her. So if she thought I was a little goofy going into buy myself some flowers so what. What really got to me while I was in the shop looking at some flowers on the table, an elderly woman passed by me slowly smiling, browsing, and then stopped to smile at me. Gosh how selfish I really felt now. I smiled back at her and wanted to say something but not sure what. I wondered, was she a widow, has she lost her lifelong truelove. Maybe she was smiling remembering her love.
She walked very slow in the pace that she was able to but kept her smile and her head up. Was she never hurt in love?. Now I think I just needed to pay for the flowers and get the heck out of there, in my car and gone. On the way to the car I passed and elderly gentleman. He passed a smile to me and I back to him in my hurry. The thoughts of love and hurt, did he have this in love? Oh come on now stop this, it is only Valentines Day.
In the car, I had tried to drown those questions out with the music. Carly Simon, “Your’re So Vain”, (the S), ok next song, “Me first by myself”. That’s more like it.
Me First. Not me and what I can buy myself. Me first, love myself. Don’t let this relationship with a devastating, destructive S ruin my outlook. Yes I need more time to heal.
One day I may be the smiling elderly lady in the store. I don’t want to be angry for a lifetime. Love myself, love others that I have put on hold to having dinners with because I was caught up with an S. My Mom and friends.
Then thinking, gosh I am so selfish for wanting these things to be happy. They will not make me happy. I just want to feel loved and appreciated, not used and abused. And the thoughts continued, what about people who cannot eat tonight, what about the sick they will never heal and on and on….
I was relieved to get home after my long car ride and the thoughts and run in with my Mom. S has done a number on my emotions, life and finances.
I had a new attitude today and learned a few lessons.
Today I let it go. Looking how I can love myself. Where do I start? A new attitude and Valentines Day with Mom and family.
Not sitting home crying and feeling left out in the day. The memories of S were only an image. He never was the knight in shining armor. Then why feel he was on this day?
Opn,
Oh I know that feeling so well. I have actually sent myself Valentines cards and even Mother’s Day cards from my cats before! I recommend foreclosure, taxes, and lawsuits with your HOA to get your mind off Valentines Day. That has done wonders for me this year *with hint of sarcasm*
Seriously, I hate the way the media hypes up this holiday like all the other holidays. It hooks in the people feeling vulnerable and pretty much everybody else. I actually “opted out” of Xmas last year. I just told all my friends what I was doing. I stayed away from all the sappy music and the malls. And it worked. I did not get all depressed. I just ignore all of it. It doesn’t get to me too much any more, I supposed because I’ve spent the last 7 valentines days alone. If I ever have someone to be with on VD again, it will be a pleasant bonus. How pathetic that I’ve gotten so used to being alone. My co-workers asked me if I had any “special plans” for the weekend. I thought about it and said, “yeah, I’ll be doing my taxes.”
Good for you for treating yourself to flowers and candy and going out with your family. What a great thing to do when you’re feeling down.
valentine’s day. it’s for 20 year olds and married couples who have sex once a year, i think.
the ex spath used to always come over the night before so he could ‘wake up with the only woman i’ve ever loved.’
wonder who he’ll pick as his ‘only woman he’s ever loved’ this year? his wife? the about-to-burst gf? his new cheat-ho?
bought myself hershey’s kisses today. came home. ate the whole bag and a bud lime beer.
feel like shit.
Stargazer : I understand your feelings. I have $35,000 owed to me for a vehicle, $15, 000 in back child support coming, and absent other half to my family. And the loss of my child I live with daily by death.
I am trying to get through this daily. It is no picnic. It isn’t easy for any of us here. We all have our issues, none better or less.
A new attitude may be what I need after putting my oldest child in the ground and living with an S.
I am sorry for your situation.
I remember last Valentine’s Day. I had the same feeling I did at XMAS. I knocked myself out picking special presents and planning a big evening. And then all I kept thinking about was “I wonder if he’ll even bring me a gift.”
How I wish I had listened to my doubts then. It wasn’t about the money. It was about how devalued and ignored I felt during what was supposed to be the “honeymoon” phase of our relationship. But, I ignored them.
By the time we got to my birthday in Greece, I didn’t expect a damned thing. He gave me a piece of jewelry. All I thought was “I wonder what drawer he pulled it out of” since he had given his sister one of his cast-offs for her birthday the week before.
The memories of those holidays makes me sad.
oh God– yes– V-Day. He did get me a card and we had a wonderful dinner. Can’t remember is he wrote that he loved me in card but it had black and red velvet x0x0x0x0x0x0x
all over it. I left it at his place.
Oh– I was sooo in love–
what am I going to do?
I wish I liked the taste of alcohol. I really do. Wine is okay– and I am Italian– but it worsens my current reflux.
you guys– remind me– why can’t I just call and say hey– andwas this real/was that real?
Gosh this sucks!!!! It is a living hell.
matt:
he didn’t pull it out of a drawer, he probably stole it from someone else to give to you. all my most special pieces of jewelry kept disappearing during my socio-times. each time he would look at me and say, ‘you ACTUALLY think i would steal from you?!?! i’m a lot of things, but i’ve never been a thief.” yea, right.
my amethyst ring, my gold charm bracelet, my antique necklace. i have been so tempted at times to call his wife and ask her if she received any nice jewelry over the past several years, then realized — why the hell would he give it to her? she’s already caught in his web. must have been taken to give to other conquests.
akitameg.
you can’t do that because you already know none of it was real. i had 20 years of not-real. believe me, it’s the hardest part to take. nothing was real. 20 years of my life spent with someone who never loved me. who used me.
we all deal with that in our own time.
but nope. that not real. this not real. the other not real.
fake. fake. fake.