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
Sorry, guys, but I can’t post here any more. Do you know how much prestige I will lose if I’m seen posting with you? HA HA HA HA Ha Just kidding! That sounds so totally ridiculous. I couldn’t imagine keeping a straight face if someone said that to me.
Kindheart, if you have to post here every 5 minutes to break your addiction to that creep, DO IT! The best revenge you could have on him is to never give him the time of day again. So he doesn’t care, you say?? All the more reason not to give him the time of day. People like this DO NOT DESERVE the luxury of knowing you. Even if you are emotionally addicted to him, you need to find your self-respect. It is the self-respect that kept me from ever contacting my sociopath again after how he treated me, even though I was aching for him for a long time.
I really believe some sort of spiritual path will help you at this time. Whatever path you choose, as for guidance and help in lifting yourself above the negativity and control of this sociopath. Even if you don’t believe in God, you can still pray and say “if you exist, please help me”. I am amazed at the power of prayer and intention. If you can even begin to envision better things in your life, you will start letting go of the things that prevent you from having those better things.
You can do this, KH!
Star – My heart jumped a beat when you said ‘sorry guys cant post here anymore’ you just wait till april fools day and i will get you back good…Kindheart I can not imagine having to see him around and about….I dont have a clue where my X is – he did show up one time with a paper and his address on it – I guess he was tempting me or something, I tore it up in shreds before his addess could imprint on my mind. I did drive to the city he works in one nite, just to see if he still worked there, and yep there was his old beat up truck I bought him – damn that upset me – I was better off not knowing that, it didnt do me one bit of good…I have gone out to the clubs a few times and not seen him…the creep – I am in one of those moods tonite I miss him – no I dont I miss thinking I was in love or I miss loving someone – I want a relationship – I feel like I can date somebody now with out talking about sociopaths and how the last one did me in…Donna Anderson I dont know how often you check the blog but alot of times I just blog on to see your friendly smile and it gives me comfort – it’s like you are saying ‘ You will be OK Henry’ I was in such a great mood today and tonite Iwant to cry – there is nothing wrong with wanting someone special in your life…..
Rune – your words about them still owning us as long as we have that compulsion really hit home with me. It has been over 2 years since I’ve been apart from my ex, and I still have the compulsion to contact her. Every single day I have to fight the urge. I think the longest I’ve gone has been 2 or 3 months. But most recently it has only been 2 weeks. I have so much work to do. She takes up more space in my head than anything else in my life. I long to get to a place where I can actually go a whole day without even thinking about her.
Star – I had an extra heartbeat moment too…that was a good one!
Henry – a gentle ((B O I N K )) in Oxy’s absence…. continue to love yourself, and continue having a “really get to know you” relationship with yourself, you even said you have a few more henry things to work out… you will date again and you will have someone special in your life….and if that doesnt work out… Oxy has agreed to be your wife… you’re covered!!!!!!!! I had to chuckle, I lent him enough money to repair his truck, get truck inspected, new tires (so he could get to work – and/or as it turns out to a topless gentlemans club (im being nice with that one) on sports nights…) that I technically should own the truck! hang in there, gotta do as Rune said earlier — change your thoughts to think of other things.
kindheart,
The urge to call is something that hangs on with us for a long long time. I still know BM phone number by heart.
But, I never feel like calling him anymore.
Hang in there and post with the gang here. And we are used to hearing about those urges. They are normal and in time, they will go away.
For me the urge was because I had hoped we could be friends. Coincidentally, we did have a very few “friendship” phone calls and they were always intensely dissatisfying. With their narcississtic nature… they don’t care and it is a bore and a half to be “friends.” Your friendship will be just about as satisfying as the nightmare of the relationship.
It will never be an exchange of time between two people. It will be a drain on you and an opportunity for him to inflict pain on you… because seeing you in pain is so much FUN!
So, pretend your dailing finger is broken and let those urges pass like gas. *poof*
Aloha
Henry, ROFLMAO! I have a much better one planned for April Fool’s day. ha ha ha ha. I actually had a cry over the sociopath the other night too. But isn’t it good to know that we can have those moments and not be totally destroyed by them? I think we were all very damaged and it just takes time. I know I’m getting readiER to date, but I’m still not quite ready yet.
Star – All I could see initially was your first few words on the thread, that you posted “sorry guys I cant post here anymore” and I couldnt get to the rest of post quick enough because my computer is so damn slow…but I must tell you it momentarily crossed my mind that you found out your extox had gotten onto LF…like he did on the snake website… my heart did a double pump that second! And then it scrolled down to your full post. Thankfully just you being funny! Esp the me me me post! lol Goodnite all
star I was thinking you got kicked off like indigo did and my first thought was uh oh I am next…………i just blog to much on here – helps with the lonliness………..goodnite all
Kindheart, I see the ex everyday. No matter where I go I run the risk of him being near. Today, my daughter and I went to return movie rentals. On the way home, there he was with his truck in front of one of the stores spraying weed killer. Pity he wasn’t trying to cross the street. Oops. Splat! LOL! I still get the compulsion to tell him how the sight of him all sweaty and fat makes me want to barf. How the only thing less appealing is his homely 2 bagger girl whore. How he is a total loser and I see the truth of who he is. But he knows that I see the real him and not the “great pretender” that he is to everyone else. Wasted thoughts on him. He doesn’t care, never will care, Can’t learn to care. He is an idiot and will never get my humor, my reasoning, my thoughts because they are above him. He is less than the cow dung which at least has a useful purpose as fertilizer. But maybe he is my fertilizer. Just as stinky and out of his nastiness a better me will bloom.
Star, my first thought was that you were madly in love and eloping with some great non sp guy and didn’t need us anymore. Which would have been great but our loss. One day it would be nice to not need to come here, but it would be hard to leave friends behind who might still need a helping hand or a smile or laugh that I could provide. The amazing things about this place is that when someone is absent others step up and fill the void with their own insight and support. So many awesome caring people here.
Wait …Henry – Oxy has been absent i think like three days…. thats grounds for receiving a boink from every LF Blogger!! Have you heard from her? Joys post to Kindheart was kindy Oxyish…made me think about her! Tell her she is still missed and I might have to steal you from her if shes gone much longer! Please send her our love and cant she do some fancy rewiring to her generator to get the computer up and running again!! Theres always telegram service too~ Night.