Healing from an emotional trauma or extended traumatic experience is a like a long, intimate dance with reality. Or perhaps a three-act ballet. We are on the stage of our own minds, surrounded by the props of our lives, dancing to the music of our emotions. Our memories flash on the backdrop or float around like ribbons in the air. Down below the stage, in the orchestra pit, a chorus puts words to the feelings and gives us advice drawn from our parents’ rules, our church’s rules, all the rules from the movies and books and conversations that have ever colored our thinking.
And our job is to dance our way through the acts.
The first act is named “Magic Thinking.” We stumble onto the stage, stunned, confused and in pain. Our first dance is denial — the “it doesn’t matter” dance. Our second dance is bargaining — the “maybe I can persuade whoever is in power to fix this” dance. The third and last dance before the intermission is anger.
This article is about anger.
The emotional spine
Everyone here who has gone through the angry phase knows how complex it is. We are indignant, bitter, sarcastic, outraged, waving our fiery swords of blame. We are also — finally — articulate, funny, re-asserting power over our lives. We are hell on wheels, demanding justice or retribution. We are also in transition between bargaining and letting go, so all this is tinged with hope on one side and grief on the other.
Anger really deserves a book, rather than a brief article. It is the end of the first act of our healing, because it really changes everything — our way of seeing, our thinking, our judgments, the way we move forward. Like the element of fire, it can be clarifying, but it can also be destructive. To complicate the situation further, many (if not all of us) tended to repress our anger before we entered this healing process.
So it may be helpful to discuss what anger is, where it comes from. What we call anger is part of a spectrum of reactions that originates in the oldest part of our brain. The brain stem, sometimes called the lizard brain, oversees automatic survival mechanisms like breathing, heartbeat, hunger, sleep and reproduction. It also generates powerful emotional messages related to survival.
These messages travel through increasingly sophisticated layers of our emotional and intellectual processing. One of those layers, the limbic system or mammal brain, is where we keep memories of good and bad events, and work out how to maximize pleasure and avoid pain (often through addictive strategies). The messages pass through this layer on the way to our cerebral cortex.
There in the thinking layer, we name things and organize them. We maintain concepts of community and identity (right and left brain), and we manipulate them continually to run our lives as thinking, self-aware beings. Beyond the thinking brain is the even more advanced area of the frontal cortex, which maintains our awareness of the future, interconnectivity (holistic thinking), and the “high level” views that further moderate our primitive responses into philosophic and spiritual meanings.
What our thinking brains name “anger” is actually a sensation of physical and emotional changes caused by the brain stem in reaction to perceived danger. The spectrum of those danger-related sensations roughly includes alertness, fear and anger. While our higher brain may see a purpose in separating fear and anger into different categories, our lizard brain doesn’t make those distinctions. It just keeps altering our hormones and brain chemicals for all kinds of situations, depending on its analysis of what we need to do to survive.
The point of this long digression is this: alertness-fear-anger responses are a normal part of our ability to survive. They travel “up” into our higher processing as the strong spine of our survival mechanism. There is nothing wrong with feeling them. In fact, paying attention to them is better for us in every way than ignoring our feelings (denial) or trying to delude ourselves about what is happening (bargaining).
The many forms of anger
One of the most interesting things about the English language is its many verb forms, which express various conditions of timeliness and intent. I can. I could. I could have. I would have. I might have. I should have. I will. I might. I was going to.
Those same factors of timeliness and intent can be found in the many facets of anger. Bitterness and resentment are simmering forms of anger related to past and unhealed hurts. Likewise sarcasm and passive-aggressive communications are expressions of old disappointment or despair. Frustration is a low-level form of anger, judging a circumstance or result as unsatisfactory. Contempt and disgust are more pointed feelings associated with negative judgments.
When anger turns into action, we have explosive violence, plans for future revenge and sabotage. When anger is turned on ourselves, we have depression and addictions. The judgments associated with anger foster black-and-white thinking, which can be the basis for bias and all kinds of “ism’s,” especially if the anger is old, blocked for some reason, and thus diffuse or not directed primarily at its source. This typically happens when we feel disempowered to defend ourselves.
All of that sounds pretty terrible and toxic. But, in fact, the most toxic forms of anger are the ones in which the anger is not allowed to surface. The lizard brain does not stop trying to protect us until we deal with the threat, and so we live with the brain chemicals and hormones of anger until we do.
Anger can also be healthy. The anger of Jesus toward the money changers in the temple is a model of righteous anger. In response to trauma, righteous anger is a crucial part of the healing process. Anger has these characteristics:
• Directed at the source of the problem
• Narrowly focused and dominating our thinking
• Primed for action
• Intensely aware of personal resources (internal and environmental)
• Willing to accept minor losses or injuries to win
Anger is about taking care of business. At its most primitive level, anger is what enables us to defend our lives, to kill what would kill us. In modern times, it enables us to meet aggression with aggression in order to defend ourselves or our turf. We expect to feel pain in these battles, but we are fighting to win.
However, anger also has its exhilaration, a sense of being in a moment where we claim our own destiny. For those of us who have been living through the relatively passive and self-defeating agony of denial and bargaining, anger can feel wonderful.
As it should, because anger is the expression of our deepest self, rejecting this new reality. We are finally in speaking-up mode. We are finally taking in our situation and saying, “No! I don’t want this. I don’t like it. I don’t like you for creating this in my life. I don’t like how it feels. I don’t like what I’m getting out of it. And if it doesn’t stop this instant, I want you out of my life.”
Getting over our resistance to anger
Of course, we don’t exactly say that when we’re inside the relationship. In fact, we don’t exactly think it, even when we’re out of the relationship. And why is that? Because — and this only my theory, but it seems to be born out here on LoveFraud — people who get involved with sociopaths are prone to suppress their anger, because they are afraid of it, ashamed of it, or confused about its meaning.
When faced with a painful situation, they suppress their inclination to judge the situation in terms of the pain they’re experiencing, and instead try to understand. They try to understand the other person. They try to understand the circumstances. They try to interpret their own pain through all kinds of intellectual games to make it something other than pain. To an extent, this could be described as the bargaining phase. But for most of us, this is a bargaining phase turned into a life strategy. It’s an unfinished response to a much earlier trauma that we have taken on as a way of life.
Which is very good for the sociopath, who can use it to gaslight us while s/he pursues private objectives of looting our lives for whatever seems useful or entertaining. Until we have nervous breakdowns or die, or wake up.
We can all look at the amount of time it took us to wake up, or the difficulty we’re having waking up, at evidence of how entrenched we’ve been in our avoidance of our own anger. It retrospect, it is an interesting thing to review. Why didn’t we kick them out of our lives the first time they lied or didn’t show up? Why didn’t we throw their computer out of the window when we discovered their profiles on dating sites? Why didn’t we cut off their money when we discovered they were conning us? Why didn’t we spit in their eye when they insulted us? Why didn’t we burn their clothes on the driveway the first time they were unfaithful?
Because we were too nice to do that? Well, anger is the end of being nice. It may be slow to emerge. We may have to put all the pieces together in our heads, until we decide that yes, maybe we do have the right to be angry. Yes, they were bad people. No, we didn’t deserve it. And finally, we are mad. At them.
Anger in our healing process
Anger is the last phase of magical thinking. We are very close to a realistic appraisal of reality. The only thing “magical” about it is this: no amount of outrage or force we can exert on the situation can change it. The sociopath is not going to change. We cannot change the past, or the present we are left with.
But anger has its own gifts. First and foremost is that we identify the external cause of our distress. We place our attention where it belongs at this moment — on the bad thing that happened to us and the bad person who caused it.
Second, we reconnect with our own feelings and take them seriously. This is the beginning of repairing our relationships with ourselves, which have often become warped and shriveled with self-hatred and self-distrust when we acted against our own interests in our sociopathic relationships.
Third, anger is a clarifying emotion. It gives us a laser-like incisiveness. It may not seem so when we are still struggling with disbelief or self-questioning or resentment accumulated through the course of the relationship. But once we allow ourselves to experience our outrage and develop our loathing for the behavior of the sociopath, we can dump the burden of being understanding. We can feel the full blazing awareness that runs through all the layers of brain, from survival level through our feelings through our intellect and through our eyes as we look at that contemptible excuse for a human being surrounded by the wreckage s/he creates. Finally our brains are clear.
And last, but at least as important as the rest, is the rebirth of awareness of personal power that anger brings. Anger is about power. Power to see, to decide, to change things. We straighten up again from the long cringe, and in the action-ready brain chemicals of anger, we surprise ourselves with the force of our ability and willingness to defend ourselves. We may also surprise ourselves with the violent fantasies of retribution and revenge we discover in ourselves. (Homicidal thoughts, according to my therapist, are fine as long as we don’t act on them.)
It is no wonder that, for many of us, the angry phase is when we learn to laugh again. Our laughter may be bitter when it is about them. But it can be joyous about ourselves, because we are re-emerging as powerful people.
The main thing we do with this new energy is blaming. Though our friends and family probably will not enjoy this phase (because once we start blaming, it usually doesn’t stop at the sociopath), this is very, very important. Because in blaming, we also name what we lost. When we say “you did this to me,” we are also saying, “Because of you, I lost this.”
Understanding what has changed — what we lost — finally releases us from magical thinking and brings us face to face with reality. For many of us this is an entirely new position in our personal relationships. In the next article, we’ll discuss how anger plays out in our lives.
Until then, I hope you honor your righteous anger, casting blame wherever its due. And take a moment to thank your lizard brain for being such a good friend to you.
Namaste. The healing warrior in me salutes the healing warrior in you.
Kathy
Dear KF,
I hear you about the “trash” he is with—but, look at it another way, from the flip side of the coin—he is with her because (for whatever reason) he is UNABLE to snag another BIG PRIZE like you.
He knows she is trash (he isn’t blind) but he is having to SETTLE for trash until he (he thinks) can get a bigger fish!
The thought of having NO ONE is terrifying to him, and he would rather have trash than no one, but he is NOT satisfied with her, he doesn’t respect her or care for her, she is just the best he can do right now. YUK!
Of course he tries to pretend that they are “happy” etc. but that is all it is, just pretending!
Him parading around with the trashy bimbo though will ADVERTISE to everyone who sees them that he is a LOSER and can’t do any better than the bimbo. Therefore he is relegating himself to the trashy “set.”
HE JUST MOVED DOWN A NOTCH on the economic and social scale and it will be hard to impossible for him to climb back up.
Elizabeth: We all HATE TO LOSE, except for excess weight! But you know, I have had to RE-DEFINE what is “winning” and what is “losing” because I was looking at them in the wrong way.
I used to think that “having the last word=winning” or that “proving I was right=winning” etc. now I realize that NC=WINNING, NOT CARING WHAT THEY THINK=WINNING.
Hey, I just realized NC which stands for No Contact also is NC which stands for NOT CARING. How versatile! No Contact=Not caring
keeping_faith…I know it hurts, but be kind and patient with yourself.
The little victories come later:
My daughter’s friend has been to both houses, I overheard her say “I can’t believe your mom gave up your dad for “That”.
Last Father’s Day, my daughter was worried about a friend whose father had committed suicide…wanted to spend part of the weekend with her…I said OK..go. I went out to dinner by myself in town. Just as I was about to finish (I always try to sit facing the door, just a habit…don’t owe anyone money) I looked up and in came the x-Tox, her boyfriend, and some young girl (niece, maybe, he has 2 adult sons). Well, they started to follow the hostess across the room…he saw me…stopped…ex-tox…ran into him…he said something to her…the girl avoided the collision. They all turned on a dime…out the door! I watched the hostess go to the table, thinking they were behind her…the look on her face when she turned around…priceless! Well, I was ready to leave, they weren’t going to sit anywhere near me, and I really didn’t want to spoil anyone’s dinner plans…but I did LMAO.
Having those memories replace some old ones help.
Oh…then there was the time his motorcycle (always buys used) broke down in town…sat there for about 2-1/2 hours, I guess, with her ridin’ the curb…and it was gettin’ cold..LMAO
It definitely gets better.
Jim OXY, Elizabeth,
I needed You guys today !!! I haven’t felt like this in a long time and yes, I need to be easy with myself. Jim your stories are priceless. Thanks….. I need to find more humor in all this today. Like the time he left me at home and went to stay in a beautiful house I rented for his birthday. He was pissed because i wasn’t humored by his daughter sending me nasty emails about how my kids were not invited to her wedding. he took his daughter and her boyfriend and they all went in the hot tub and she got a really bad rash. LOL KARMA
Oxy, I needed to hear exactly what you wrote. The fact that I need that affirmation is just pissing me off today. I am trying to redefine winning…..I know it’s being without him, without the drama, without the BS, lies and cheating. My heart is telling me something else and I can’t get past myself today…..
I am quite a prize BTW !!!! Spoken like a true friend OXY. I have a good job, nice house, nice car (all surface stuff) I am loyal, consistent, I do what I say, I tell the truth. I am smart, fun, respectful, spiritual, passionate. Why do people not look deep enough to see all of those things? What the hell is everyone out there looking for? Arm candy?
OXY, I too have changed acronyms…..when he used to try to convince me that he wasn’t with me because he was with “friends” talking about his covert work with the NSA…. I recall telling him “the NSA just stands for ‘Not So Appropriate’ behavior. So everytime you tell me a call is from the NSA or some chick you met is an informant for the NSA all you are really saying is that you were inappropriate AGAIN.”
Dear KF,
Glad it helped. To answer your question–yep, lots of people are unable to look beyond the SURFACE. They think the kind of house you live in, the car you drive, the clothes you wear (none of which you have paid for, but are in debt for) DEFINES YOU—and it of course, doesn’t.
Human society, I think since we as a species got past the point of living in caves/tents, seems to think that “more stuff=better person.”
In doing research for a book on early American history I wrote, I was researching estate inventories in early Virginia, and even the “rich” people, the “successful” people (except for the SUPER RICH like George Washington etc) had very little STUFF. The inventories were complete down to the number of spoons, bowls etc. a man owned, and only a few of them owned more than 2 changes of clothes, and those would be willed to someone in the family. Things were not thrown out if there was some “good left in them” for someone.
Today, we “throw out” perfectly “good” clothing because it is no longer “in style” and buy more. We have closets and closets of clothing (much of which we never wear) We build houses that are absolutely huge for one or two people, and then only “use” one or two rooms, and decorate them like museums for display to others.
Then, when the economy takes a down turn and the “easy money” is no longer available, the house gets repossessed, the SUV goes back to the bank, and the “upscale owner” is destitute and despondent.
WHAT we are “paying on,” or even what we own outright, is NOT who we are, what we are. We all (as a society) give “lip service” to this, but unfortunately, too many people still use it as a measure of “success” in a person.
How we treat others SHOULD be the criteria to “judge” a person as “worthy” or “unworthy”—-I think because the prevailing idea is that “rich” is GOOD and “poor” is BAD, the Ps strive to appear “rich” so that they will gain the envy or admiration of others. As their ability to keep up this facade fades though, and the social status of the people they can “impress” goes down further on the scale, they know this, but are unable to “climb” back up the ladder.
Even large amounts of wealth though don’t necessarily buy “respect”—my sperm donor got the LARGE amount of wealth but he was so crass, so disgusting, that even that didn’t get respect from the people he so craved to admire him. So, he turned to smear the people he really wanted admiration from and couldn’t get, didn’t know HOW to get.
If it is any consolation at all, I think that to the end of their days, they are grossly dissatisfied and despondent that they can’t get what they want—real respect. If they do have superficial “respect” because of their money etc they know it isn’t “real” (though they may pretend it is) but I think they are always “hungry” and “thirsty” for the “food and water” that they can SEE but not truly taste or feel. LOVE, RESPECT.
As for the shallow people who still envy “wealth” and position, (shrugging shoulders here, shaking head) who needs them? I would rather have one or two GOOD friends than a thousand superficial acquaintances.
keeping_faith:
Hang in there pal. I can so relate to what you’re going through.
I was talking with a friend the other day. He had just turned 51. He told me “You were right. 50 was a piece of cake, 51 grabs you by the throat.”
That night when I got home I realized how when I was turning 50, I was so braced for it, that the birthday washed over me. 51 I let my guard down and it hit me like a tsunami. Ditto all the other big birthdays 40, 30…
I know that facing 50 alone was one of the factors that led to my getting involved with S. S swept me off my feet. By the end he had not only swept me off my feet, he had me upside down by my ankles and saw shaking me trying to get every last nickel out of my pockets.
Then I turned on the TV and “All About Eve” was on. It has one of the best scenes about the fear of growing old alone is in the movie “All About Eve”. It’s the scene where Bette Davis, as Margo Channing, throws a party for when her younger beau returns home.
Margo gets progressively more drunk on martinis and keeps having the piano player play Lieberstraum. The dialogue is all about Bill being younger, etc. But the subtext of the whole scene is Margo’s being afraid of growing old alone.
I realize there is a part of me that fears I’ll end grow old alone. And I don’t want that. I want somebody to share a life with. I want the day-to-day routine of a relationship. I want the constancy of a relationship.
Was my relationship with S constant? Not really, although I more or less knew I had him on Saturday nights. And weeknights if I waved my platinum AMEX and promised a night out. And I could more or less rely on him to call me at work first thing in the morning and text or call at night.
Fact of the matter is, that wasn’t enough. And it’s not the relationship I want. I also realize that based on his character and behavior, I can pretty much predict where he’s going to end up.
You know that your S is going to end up foreclosed on and living with his trashbag girlfriend. I know my S is going to end up arrested again and sent to prison.
We don’t want them in our lives. It’s just that we all face the same fear — I don’t want to grow old alone, so we try to convince ourselves that sometimes half a loaf beats none. OF course, if we’re smart we realize that half a loaf is covered with mold and is absolutely toxic.
keeping_faith….Arm candy? Nah, Oxy and I know what’s “in”…ARM PRUNES…kinda wrinkled, dried in the sun, sometimes for years, sweet, and they keeps ya regular. They’re gonna be the next “big thing”. Get yers now before the secret gets out.
Matt-congratulations, though you’re an attorney…you’re not a PETTIFOG(G?) (Elizabeth Conley taught me a new word today)
Hi all, I thought I posted this today, but I must have forgotten to hit post before I started to look at something else. Or maybe I posted it somewhere else. Anyway, I meant to post it in this thread.
Here, for those who are having a little difficulty getting clear about being angry is a list from http://www.cnvc.org. It may help you articulate what you feel right now:
ANNOYED
aggravated
dismayed
disgruntled
displeased
exasperated
frustrated
impatient
irritated
irked
ANGRY
enraged
furious
incensed
indignant
irate
livid
outraged
resentful
AVERSION
animosity
appalled
contempt
disgusted
dislike
hate
horrified
hostile
repulsed
The ideal way to use it is like this:
“When I seem him with some skanky woman, I am repulsed.”
“I am outraged by his ability to forget everything I ever did for him.”
“I am exasperated by his refusal to discuss anything that’s important to me.”
That is, link his behavior with your emotional response.
It is really healthy to link feeling to cause. It not only helps to free us from free-floating anxiety and depression, but it sets us up for getting really, really clear about what we’re dealing with.
Later, we’ll get past blaming. But when you’re in the angry phase, blaming is what you’re supposed to be doing. So have a good time exercising those snark muscles.
If, like me, you have a hard time accessing your anger. here’s what my therapist said to me, “Well, are you maybe a little resentful?”
So, what do you think? Are you maybe a little resentful?
Namaste. The wise and snarky spirit in me salutes the wise and snarky spirit in you.
Kathy
KP, Matt took the words out of my mouth. The fear of aloneness. What pisses is me off most was how much I had wanted to connect and wanted intimacy. I wanted the relationship that was in my head not the one present in my life. If only this or that, then it would be perfect. The ex claimed to be incapable of sex or closeness. Claimed to love me and wanted to be married just wanted to live 5 houses down from me in the bosses freebie which worked cause I kept kicking him out. He claimed to want to crawl into his cave of a room and never come out except for his daughter. And I bought that. I paid for the divorce so that I could move on to the possibility of something more. I never had a clue that he had been having an affair for years behind my back. Even leaving his daughter alone in the dead of night to sneak out to be with his whore. A pretty woman with money success that would make since. This woman looks like my son in a long ratty wig. Dresses in baggy man clothes has the prune face that comes from drug use or just hard living. I so don’t get it. I’m angry that I denied myself what I deserved only to find out he never denied himself anything. I find it hard to venture out to trust anyone. I could have gotten over this so much easier if he hadn’t had a built in relationship to move right into where I have nobody to call my own. We hurt because they have the appearance of what we want and we have a fantasy fear that this new relationship for them is healthy and so we were the problem not them. I know that I’m his 5th ex wive and there are 2 ex fiancees and a baby Momma. He has never been alone. He will settle for shit like now just to have a woman to control. My therapist asked me how I know that this woman is getting anything that I didn’t get from him. The truth is I don’t don’t know. Maybe she is footing the bill and doing without sex and affection like I did for the sake of a fantasy that she is lovable. So for now I try not to think of them or I think about them being miserable. I may be alone but at least I am facing reality. Maybe, God willing, there will be a good man in my future, but as long as Sp was there no chance for that to happen. KP keep the faith it will sustain us.