If there is a single category of memories that still can make me squirm, it is the remembrance of what I did to make my sociopath love me. And what I did simply to keep him from hurting me. And what I did to try to understand the things I must have done wrong, because he didn’t love me. And all the ways I pretzel-twisted my brain to excuse him for his lies, deception, disrespect and greed.
The topic of this article is the next phase of healing from a sociopathic relationship: bargaining.
We are in the process of healing from the moment we sustain any emotional trauma. Relationships with sociopaths typically involve many traumatic events, both large and small. Some of these events are the “blows” of insults, coldness and various types of violence or violation of our trust. But these blows, however painful they may be, are less damaging than the events that threaten our identities by making us question our own values and ability to trust ourselves
Bargaining is one of the two ways we negotiate with pain. The first is denial, which was discussed in the last article, Part 3. Denial enables us to postpone facing trauma, until we’re ready, or until we’ve found support that can help us think it through. In denial, we make a temporary deal with ourselves not to think about it and to block our normal feelings. It’s an interior mechanism, a way to control our own reactions.
Shifting Denial to the Outside World
Bargaining is an advance on denial because, at least, we are beginning to negotiate with the outside world, rather than our own psyches. But like denial, bargaining is magical thinking. We’re still not dealing directly with the facts as though they were real. We are finding reasons to make them unreal, and looking for ways that we can influence the situation so that it becomes we want it to be.
“She’s just acting cold, because she’s had a bad time and needs to get over it. If I am more loving, she will warm up.”
“He is being so rude to the waitress, because he came from a background of uncaring people. If I show him how much better service he’ll get if he’s courteous, he’ll see that it’s true and become the gentle, caring person I know he really is inside.”
“She’s sleeping around because she’s insecure about her looks or afraid that I don’t really love her. If I try to be more supportive and more complementary, she’ll come to recognize that no one has ever loved her more.”
“He’s telling me that I don’t deserve to be loved, because he secretly feels he doesn’t deserve to be loved. If I convince him that he’s lovable, it will open his heart.”
“He never shows up when I need him, runs profiles on dating sites, and disappears for days or weeks. He says everything would be better if I trusted him, so I’ll try to trust him more.”
In each of these examples, we are faced with evidence that the person is, at minimum, behaving in ways that we don’t like. If we want to analyze it further, we could say that this person is behaving as though they don’t care how we feel. Or if we wanted to characterize the person by his or her behavior, we could say that he or she is acting like a selfish, out-of-control sleezeball. But we don’t have to do any analysis at all to simply check our own feelings and determine that we are not happy about it. Or that it causes us pain.
In the bargaining phase, we are ready to acknowledge our own pain and the material fact that is causing us pain. However, we are not yet ready to connect all the dots in the sense of recognizing that we have a serious and unmanageable problem on our hands.
The Three Elements of Bargaining
The components of traumatic bargaining are three very different things. One is acknowledgement of the trauma. This is an important new stage in our healing process. It’s the first time since the trauma occurred that we consciously accept that something happened to us. That “something” came from outside of us. It was not something we did to ourselves.
The second component is our vision of how things ought to be. This could be how things used to be — like when we had our perfect lover. But it might be a vision of how we want things to be in the future — like when we and our perfect lover settle down in a “happily ever after” relationship. There are all kinds of possible visions of reality that we are trying to get to, or get back to. Particularly in relationships with sociopaths, where there are so many different types of trauma — identity, emotional, physical, sexual, financial, etc.— we may be holding tight to any one of a variety of visions.
The final component is the bargaining itself, which is a kind of bridge between the unwanted reality and the desired vision. That bridge is made up of all the things we are willing to do to earn that reality.
Bargaining is a basic skill of life, an everyday event in which we negotiate with family, friends, employers, customers to find satisfactory shared outcomes. We even negotiate with inanimate objects, like regularly changing the oil to get longer service from our cars. These little trades in life are so common we hardly notice them. We make little deals all day long, as we pragmatically navigate around and through all the things we have to accommodate in our lives.
However, post-traumatic bargaining has a different flavor that puts it squarely in the realm of magical thinking. Instead of negotiating for some future outcome, we are trying to change a here-and-now fact. The fact is not what our sociopaths did, but what their actions say about them. We don’t want them to be what they appear to be.
In this bargaining, we are appealing to someone or something that we imagine has the power to change that fact. In attempting to solicit its cooperation, we are hoping or believing that we can convince that power source to care about us.
Please, God, if you’ll only”¦
That beginning of a supplicant prayer ends with “and I promise I’ll”¦” Please, God, if you’ll only help me pass this test, I promise I’ll do my geography homework forever. Or we may not bring God into it. We may wear our lucky underwear to the game, so we’ll sink more basketballs. Or if I sign over my paycheck or dress like a floozy or rush to get you another beer when you toss the empty over your shoulder, maybe you’ll love me.
Doing a rain dance may not appear to equate with trying to have a happy relationship with a sociopath, but it has similarities. One of those similarities is that we are depending on formal rules that we imagine are something like infallible. So, if we are very, very, very good, and follow the rules punctiliously, then the result will be that the sociopath loves us or that the sociopath will be zapped with some cosmic healing ray that makes it possible for him to love at all.
While bargaining is a developmental advance over denial, it has one big similarity with denial. That is, we still feel like we have some power, even if we now recognize that most of the power resides elsewhere. In terms of our volunteering or collaboration, we’ve stepped up to the “can-do” plate, and we’re trying to fix the situation. Maybe this will work. Maybe that will. We’re operating on hope or faith in our own magic.
Our approach to this is childlike, in the sense that we are defining that outside power as something there to fulfill our desires. As all of us have learned one way or another, trying to elicit “love” from a sociopath is like trying to get attention from the devil. We may get the attention, but it is very, very expensive.
In fact, our very belief in these rules — whether they are the rules of courtesy or Christian behavior or how we imagine lovers are supposed to act — is something that sociopaths use against us. They make us feel guilty for not trusting them. Or concerned about how pitiful they are. Or crushed because we are doing all the right things, and still not succeeding in being loved.
The Craziest Phase
The bargaining phase is characterized by hope and frustration. It is also the first real learning phase of recovery. We have acknowledged that there is something wrong, and we are experimenting with solutions to fix it.
Until we’ve learned enough to realize that we can’t avoid the unpleasant facts, we are in what might be characterized as the “craziest” part of our recovery. We’re throwing good energy after bad. We’re doing the same things that worked for us in other relationships, over and over, without getting results. We don’t understand the rules of the game. We don’t know what else to do except be better and nicer and more giving, and our judgment about what we can afford to lose goes haywire.
Our pain and disbelief about the nature of this relationship are only one kind of bargaining trigger. We are probably in the bargaining stage with other traumas, like the loss of our money or possessions or jobs or professional credibility or our children’s safety or our privacy or our hope of simple break-up. We can become absolutely frantic with bargaining. We may feel like we’ve got so many plates in the air we can’t even remember our names.
This can be particularly true in after-effects of a sociopathic relationship, which can seem more traumatic than the relationship itself. As we detox from the hypnotic effect of the sociopath’s influence, we may finally emerge from denial about our losses. We may attempt to negotiate recovery of things we lost. We may appeal to other sources of power, like the police or the legal system, only to discover that no one believes us because the sociopath has done such a good job of characterizing us as unstable or untrustworthy. Or because no one knows anything about sociopaths, and assumes that we’re exaggerating.
In dealing with sociopaths, one of the most difficult things is to determine which situations we can control and what is out of our control. Our own histories as competent and effective people make it hard for us to give up trying to find a solution. Before we give up, we are likely to lower our expectations of fairness, understanding and support, not only from the sociopath, but from the legal system as well as our previous social support systems, like friends and family. As sad as this may seem, it is all part of the great information-gathering exercise that bargaining is.
The First Clarity
Just as denial gave us the gift of time, bargaining has its own gifts. One is a great deal of new factual knowledge about the world we live in. Many of us say that we wished we never learned what we learned in these experiences. But like them or not, these are realities about the people and circumstances we may face in our lives. Knowing them will eventually make us smarter, stronger and more confident in taking care of ourselves.
We also learn the lengths to which we’ll go, if there is something we want badly enough. Some of that is good news and other parts make us uncomfortable. But like the facts about the world, this will be useful information when we are farther in our recovery process.
The most important gift of knowledge comes from our successes and failures in bargaining with the sociopath. We learn that we “succeed” when we’re willing to give up anything we have and everything we are. We learn that we “lose” when we attempt to hold onto our own identities and independent resources.
Eventually, those of us who are going to be survivors come to recognize a very important fact. It’s a fact that was in front of us from the minute we realized that we were not happy with what was going on or that we were in pain. That fact is that the sociopath causing our pain.
There are a few additional facts that we may figure out at this point (depending on which trauma we are working on). One is that the sociopath doesn’t want to be fixed. Another is that the sociopath doesn’t care about our pain.
In this knowledge, we face the reality that nothing we can do will make the sociopath behave like a feeling human being. No matter how many opportunities we have to please the sociopath, or earn love, or prove our worth, or gain trust, we cannot change the wiring of the sociopathic emotional system. And worse, our attempts to “bargain” for love or any form of caring tend to cause us more losses. Whatever we give, whatever we do, whatever pleas we make for compassion or understanding, it is like throwing ourselves against a Teflon wall.
Helping Ourselves
These insights open the doorway into the next big phase, anger, which will be the topic of the next article. In the meantime, it’s a good thing to remember that we may be experiencing various phases at the same time, especially since we are likely to be processing many different types of events. All of the phases have their reason and their importance in healing.
As the “craziest” of the phases, our bargaining phase is the time that we are most likely to be making other people crazy too — whether we’re still inside the relationship or we’ve stopped it but are still trying to fix it some part of it. Our family, our friends, anyone who cares about us may become frustrated with us or even cut us off. When everyone outside this relationship can clearly see that something is wrong — either with us or with our lovers — they become understandably impatient with us, if we are acting like we in the middle of a great work in progress, rather than in the middle of a train wreck.
If the bargaining phase can be characterized as addictive behavior on our side, because we’re totally focused on getting love or validation to “fix” our pain, it’s unlikely that we’re going to be open to intervention. Likewise, finding the power in ourselves to intervene is not likely.
But if we could, or if there is a part of us that is watching aghast at what’s going on, it would be a good time to start keeping a ledger of losses. Even if it’s only a mental record, but writing it down would be better. Start keeping a list of the betrayals, the financial losses, the insults, the lies, the sabotage, the demands to compromise our values, all the things that make us less than we formerly were.
Keeping this list may be the hardest thing we ever do when we’re inside the relationship, because it is exactly the kind of thing a sociopath would view as disloyalty or distrust. To the extent that our feelings are co-opted, we may feel guilty about doing it. But if we can do it — and it’s equally valuable to do after the relationship is over — we reestablish connection with our own identities and feelings, instead of seeing the world though the lens of the sociopath’s intentions.
Keeping the “black list” or the “sad list” or the “list of disappointments” will help us move through the bargaining stage faster. It will help us find our anger, which is where we start to regain our power over our lives and our hearts.
Namaste. The courageous healing spirit in me salutes the courageous healing spirit in you.
Kathy
star: oops, it was over here.
LOL I just responded on the other thread. I couldn’t find it. Do you mind giving a quick summary? 🙂
KH: Wow! Just read your ‘notes’. Everytime I think I might be mistaken about whether or not my ex is a sociopath, bam, I get hit with the truth again. That’s him to a tee. Thanks for sharing!
kathleen: That has been the hardest part for me to accept, that he was just here for the money. Am I that horrible to be around otherwise? After hating myself for 90% of my life I had finally started liking myself, now I won’t even look at men, I’m like Kramer on Seinfield when he turned yellow from smoking and told Jerry “Look away… I’m hideous!!!”
The de-programming class sounds interesting. I find a lot of parallels between cults, cult grooming and the s.
Good morning and apologies for not being more responsive. I’ve been on multiple deadlines and work (and just stumbled on that bit of writing last night because it was misfiled).
First Matt, congratulations, always congratulations on days that involve action. But double congrats on doing something you’ve never done before. Who knew there was a tech whiz hiding in there? I’ve got plantains ripening on my upstate NY windowsill, waiting for to fry them up in memory of my Tampa days of Cuban cooking. Wish I could have brought them over to have with your rice and beans.
swehrli, I smiled at your story about calling him. I had a lot of good excuses for calling mine too, as well as letting him back into my life a number of times. And then there all the other probable S’s or at least users who seemed to be showing up a lot in the in-between times. I’d have my usual knee-jerk reaction to be helpful or my usual thrill at being courted. And then — either in the middle of it, or after I’d gotten stung again — there would be the little voice in my head saying, “Well, have you learned your lesson yet?” Isn’t it interesting how they become collaborators in our learning? This guy couldn’t be saying more clearly that he’s an unpleasant nutcase.
Chic, you’re making the mistake of thinking this was about you. That anything you could have done, or anything you could be, would have made this come out differently. You’re not hideous. He is. You are a generous, tolerant, competent person whose only failure was to not recognize him for what he is. And do that early enough to tell him to piss off before he got he got enough information about you to co-opt your dreams.
There is a lesson here, but it’s not the one you’re worrying about. This morning I was nibbling at “If You Had Controlling Parents,” a really helpful book that Matt recommended. Here’s a bit I found interesting in a section called “Other Techniques of Truth Abuse”:
Erratic behavior: Mercurial moods and unpredictably, dramatic behavior that gives parents the freedom to act however they want. Faced with this, children wonder what they did to spark it. Hoping, if I can figure out what I did to cause their reaction, I can stop it, children grow up second-guessing and blaming themselves.
Sound familiar, Chic? It sure does in my life. That’s why getting over my S was such a good opportunity for me to get over my S father.
Aloha, that deprogramming class has a weird story. I was never really there. But a friend, who was going to a therapy group run by a sociopath (therapist) to teach women how to protect themselves, presented my case to the group. She’s a wonderful storyteller, and gave me the blow-by-blow of the discussion. I turned it into these notes for a letter to my ex. Unsent.
From the date on it, I should have been well down the path of healing, but I clearly was still struggling with that question of whether he cared about me at all. So clearly, I hadn’t yet gotten to the point of realizing that it didn’t matter. That the only thing that mattered was how he made me feel. And that if I could just take on the job of caring about myself, I would never again put up with anyone who made me feel like that.
libelle, a belated response. You cracked me up with your description of his idea of the relationship as an escort. This is my guy to a T. He thought I should be so grateful to be seen with someone as young, cool and good-looking as him, not to mention his overcoming his feelings of dismay at sexually involving himself with an old bag like me. That whatever it cost me was cheap.
There was a funny thing that happened when we were living in LA (where I rented us a house in the Hollywood Hills a few doors away from Quentin Tarentino, so the pretty boy could break into the film business). Everything there is about “the business.” Everyone is judged by their insiderness. I, of course, was still working in my own field, still middle-aged and chubby, not looking anything like one of the sleek, gorgeous people there.
But whenever we went anywhere, who did people look at? Me. You could just see the gears turning in their minds, trying to figure out who I was. Why? Because I was traveling with this gorgeous baby (who always dressed perfectly and drove us around in his baby blue Beemer convertible), and they figured I was either really powerful or really rich to “have” him. It was too funny for words. And, naturally, it was another reason for him to sulk, which just made him look more like a pet trailing around behind me.
That’s the thing about these people. The more they try to not look like what they are, the more they do. That may not be everyone’s experience, but it certainly was mine.
Back to the salt mines…
STargazer, Sabinne and Kathy:
Here’s my recipe for red beans and rice.
First a bit of background which gives you the clue on how to cook this dish properly. Red beans and rice was the traditional Monday dish in NOLA.
Why? Because Monday was laundry day. In those days laundry was a whole day event — stoking the stove, boiling the wash water, pounding the clothes on a rock by the stream (okay, scratch the last one).
In any case, housewives were so busy doing laundry on Monday that they needed something they could put on the back of the stove in the morning and have it done by evening. Hence, they key to makng this recipe turn out right — SLOW COOKING.
And that concludes today’s histroy/trivia lesson. Now, on to the recipe.
First the ingredients:
2 pounds of red beans (soak overnight!!!)
1 large onion (or more if you like)
3-4 cloves garlic
salt and pepper (lot-o-pepper)
Lea & Perrins
Ham or sausage or both (I use kielbasa. Make sure sausage is spicy). Also, I’ve found that throwing in 3 or 4 hamhocks add a nice flavor.
Rinse beans. Saute onons, garlic, meat (briefly). Add spices. Add beans. Cover with water (about an inch over to start). Cook over low to medium heat for several hours. Stir regularly, but keep covered. After the beans have softened remove a cup or two from the pot and mash them.
Add mashed beans back in to pot — this step makes the beans creamy. If you find the mixture is too soupy, cook without the lid until mixture has thickened. Pour over rice. Traditionally, people like McIlheney’s tabsco sauce with this. Also, jalapeno sauce, pick-a-peppa sauce, etc.
The trick with this is SLOW COOKING. If you try to rush it, the mixture starts sticking to the pot bottom and getting a scortched taste.
This mixture will probably give you 1- to 12 servings. I find I dish it out into single serving containers and freeze them. Easy to microwave.
Bon appetit!
Dear Kathy, unfortunately for me it was the other way round with us.
ME being the “whore” but for free! That was the most horrendous experience finding out about it, and I ended the whole on the spot! First I thought this was how he saw the “relationship” at the end. Since last Valentine’s day I know he saw it like this straight from the beginning; it was always his plan to have a “relationship” on these premises.
The deal was: Being at his complete and total disposal, to show up when X pleases to have a) sex, company, b) theater, cinema, arts exhibitions, c) concerts, d) needs a female on his side, and most importantly
d) to vanish on the wink of the eye of his without any sign of sadness when a) he has to be busy, b) he is not in the mood, c) when his children are around, d) when he has more important things to do.
He got VERY angry when I expressed some kind of longing for him while leaving him. I never understood this, as my former friends and I always had reciprocal sad feelings while parting.
And all for a little food, some affection every once in a while; sex which I liked first a lot, then it got very mechanical, in the end it was down right humiliating; but mostly very strange controlling behaviour.
I now know that I am WAY TOO EXPENSIVE for him to afford ME!
You seemed for everyone being in power over this poor toyboy! That must have pissed him off a LOT, I guess! Did he make you suffer for that in private? Just guessing, X would have for sure!
We can thank the universe that we got freedom from these monsters!
I am a firm believer on Buddhistic karma, and for sure the X will have to pick something dreadful on the next round on Samsara. But I do not care!
Namaste!
Libelle: You wrote: that boredom, irritation, envy, resentment, frustration, anxiety, and despair is their emotional lot in life. I really thought you were describing my S. I can’t imagine that they are all like that. Amazing.
I remember thinking that if I didn’t end it I was going to become very, very sick with some sort of disease or something because of this man. I sent him off with his mother to Texas where he proceeded to steal from them. I am so glad I had at least a little bit of sanity at that moment. Now I need to just be able to get past him being a part of my thought process on a daily basis. I will start reading about Stokholms Syndrome next.
Thanks everyone! I rely so much on this blog just to get me through my day knowing I did the right thing.
Aloha,
I remember talking about your, and MY, “car rants” and we were sooooo alike in that. It took me a year not to rant when I would drive and like you said “way back when” we were talking about it, I wonder what the other drivers thought about some crazy woman ranting and pounding the steering wheel and screaming as she drove down the highway! LOL
Gosh I did A LOT OF THAT! I would even DREAM of talking to them and trying to get them to SEE REASON in my dreams, but for what it is worth, I no longer feel a NEED to try to convince them of anything. I think the last one I let go about wanting to “CONVINCE” them was my mother, but she was also the last one I ‘Processed.” She still has the power to make me angry when I see her, but I am making sure THAT DOES NOT HAPPEN.
My son, C has taken to calling her by her first name instead of “grandma” like he always did before, and he will not speak my P-son’s name, but refers to him as “my X-brother” and his x wife is always “My X-wife”–never by her given name. I thought about your designated “Bad Man” and I think if we don’t refer to them by their “names” (or in the case of my mother by her title of “mother”) it helps us see that they are not who we THOUGHT THEY WERE.
A name in an “identity” and we associate that name with the person we thought they were, the person we grieve for losing, and by taking away that “identity” (that FALSE identity) and giving them another “identity” like “the bad man” or “my X-brother” or X-wife, we strip that fantasy identity of its reality in our hearts!
I realize my “mother” was never a mother to me, not anything that is represented by the term “mother” but my “maternal genetic donor” (or something to that effect) I would probably have been better off if she had had the good sense to give me up for adoption. The BEST thing she ever did for me was to marry my stepfather (My DADDY, and believe me he lived up to every nuance of that word) whereas my “Paternal genetic donor” was never more than that! In different ways, but both of them, both my sperm donor and my egg donor, were never PARENTS to me. Owners, maybe, but not even benevolent ones at that. Between the two of them, I was setup for a life time of psychopathic interaction, habituated to that as “normal.”
From some of the stories I have heard here, too, I think that I am far from “alone” in being habituated to abuse as “normal” and “expected” behavior in “those we love.” I AM, however, proud to say that I have risen above that programming, and the people here at LF are also rising above that as well. NO MORE AUBSE, NO MORE PSYCHOPATHS.
TOWANDA!!!