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
Sky, Yea, that was the “currency” for bride prices….I never did know HOW MANY the man offered.
Constantine, Yea, there have been numerous articles and books written about him, he eventually became VERY rich and famous (infamous at least) and his 6th wife has proven very bright and done well for herself post-Psychopath. Most of his wives ended up leaving with STDs or broken noses, and he outlived the last one. He was definitely an “character” all right and many of the things he did are REMARKABLE. Many of the things he did were also HORRIBLE. In so many ways he did not “get it” about what “normal” people thought,, and he SO wanted to impress people, yet he also DESPISED others as “beneath” him. That was the “Catch 22” of his personality I guess, he CRAVED attention and adoration from the very people that he viewed as vermin.
He was extremely bright, had almost no formal education past grade school, but did educate himself to expert levels in several fields of technical expertise. Yet he lied about everything, including where he got his “education” and even his birth date. LOL He “told lies when the truth would fit better.”
At one point in time I wanted so badly to “out” him by writing a book, and I actually wrote it….but decided after I had written it that I no longer CARED. He trashed me in his autobiography, but I realized that 1) anyone who knew ME wouldn’t believe a word of it and 2) anyone who knew HIM wouldn’t believe a word of it and 3) for the people who read it and did believe it, WHO CARES what they believe? The only people I EVER cared about that his trashing me destroyed my relationship with them was with my half sibs who are not Ps, and he did trash that, I was never again able to have an adult relationship with them (their choice because of him) but they also went NC with him as well because he abused them as well. So that was a lose/lose situation, but I have come to accept that.
As for the rest of his family, cousins, father, uncles, I have a close relationship with most of them though most of his cousins are in their 80s and 90s now, I keep in contact with them via FB and visits and phone calls and e mails. They are amazing folks, and still have all their marbles. Their support and “family” connections were wonderful when I needed them the most. I never knew his mother as she died before I was born, but from all the stories I have had about her and her father, they were both big time Ps and everyone who knew them despised them univerally. My grandfather even said, “I stayed with her for the sake of the kids, but I should have left her and taken the kids even if it broke me completely financially.”
It really is a “shame” that anyone with the intelligence my sperm donor had was not someone who used that for the betterment of mankind….or my son who idolizes him (though he never met him). They are so much alike in so many ways, but my son didn’t have the street smarts to keep out of prison that my P sperm donor did, though I know of at least two men he murdered. He did claim to have killed more than two though but I don’t know whether to believe him or not. He lied about everything else. The two men I know P sperm donor killed I have other evidence, but nothing that could have led to a conviction. Both took place outside the US and the bodies were never found. Like Travis (that wrote on here about his serial killer father who is on death row) it was difficult for me to come to grips with, and only in the last 8 or 10 years have I done so, but I no longer feel the shame of it, but place it where it belongs, on his head, not mine.
oh my
Panther,
I was talking to my BF about spath projection and he says he has a theory about why they project:
Since the spaths are all narcissists, the only thing they know is, themselves. So they can only speak about what they know: themselves. Spaths lack imagination because the only thing that interests them is: themselves. That’s why they project. They really have no imagination to come up with anything new. So they simply accuse everyone of being what they are.
I found this an interesting theory.
Oxy,
Well, I’m back from my “old persons’ night out”….. (by the way, just saw a good, half-foreign movie about the Holocaust called “Sarah’s Key”: not perfect, but certainly in the “respectable excuse for getting out of the house” category!)
Anyhow, I was going to point out that guys like your P-sperm donor often exert a kind of magical fascination over their young daughters — almost like they are superhuman beings who can do no wrong, etc. The guy I know who is sort of like that, had something pretty near to a flirtatious relationship with his starry-eyed daughter — as though he needed to win her adulation or something. But when he did, he tired of that pretty quickly and then discarded her! So it’s to your credit that you were able to escape from all that and see him for what he was. All the same, I wish you would have published that memoir! — I certainly would have read it.
Hi Sky! — Yes, and speaking of “sick words,” I’m glad you finally decided to dust off that venerable old classic: “The Campfire of Love Love-Letter”!
Perhaps on some dull night, we could have a contest where everyone combines phrases from the top 5 “spath letters,” and turns them into a rambling post-modern prose-poem! Imagine what perverse fun that would be! I’ll have to work on that; but for now, I have no doubt that you’ll get the unanimous vote for using “Campfire of Love” as the title!
Of course, that might be a little devious and mean-spirited on our part (heh heh)–but also very cathartic!
ROTFLMAO! Constantine!
That’s a great idea.
A book is in order: Short stories from the land of spath.
With the right introduction, it could be a best seller and we could all contribute.
Dear Constantine,
“Campfire of love” LOL ROTFLMAO Yep, that is a good one. Do you guys remember the man who came here and his GF had dumped him and he wanted help writing a letter TO HER….and he kept putting up letters and we kept telling him to NOT WRITE HER and he kept “explaining” why it was important that he did and that his MOTIVE for the letter was to GAIN CONTROL OVER HER AGAIN….and at that point we realized that the guy was a PPD. I’m not sure if he was just “putting us on,” or if he was “for real” but his letters were very much like the “campfire of love” type. Back when he was here posting there were trolls coming by from time to time from the sociopathworld trying to put us on and get us to interact with them. Some of them were OBVIOUS and others were some how “odd” but some of US are “odd” when we first come here and for some time after that as well. LOL “All except me and you, and I’m not real sure about you!” LOL (remember that old joke?)
What is a “half foreign” movie??????
Panther: he said: ‘ Oh, the sweet flames of being misunderstood, being feared when you stand in front of the woman you love with arms wide open! What a monumental feeling!‘ TELL!!!!
i need to do some more research on my grandfather – my mom’s dad. the homicidal depressive philandering alcoholic. What more research you ask, haven’t i got everything I need? LOL
constantine’s remark to oxy makes me wonder. because that girl he describes IS my mom: ‘Anyhow, I was going to point out that guys like your P-sperm donor often exert a kind of magical fascination over their young daughters almost like they are superhuman beings who can do no wrong, etc. The guy I know who is sort of like that, had something pretty near to a flirtatious relationship with his starry-eyed daughter’
and it’s interesting that even though i knew that my uncle had killed him when he was trying to kill my gm, my mother imbued a sense of fondness, nay love, in me for this man i never met. that’s shows the power her delusional thinking has over her. years later i started to know more about him – besides the fact we look alike…..oh crikey, now i have gone and scared MYSELF. 😉
OneJoy,
my father’s mother was evil. Extremely.
But dad can’t see that. He tells me stories of when she had a nervous breakdown. He tells me things she would say and do. My mother has clarified that grandma was an envious and manipulitive witch. But dad still calls her his sainted mother. He swears that it was her prayers which kept him alive and prosperous. (In fact, she took all his money and kept us in poverty while she lived. She used the Illness Pity Ploy)
The reason for his devotion to his mom, is simply the trauma bond. I expect that is also the reason for your mom’s attachment to her dad. Remember that the abuser gets the most love of all.
One/Joy, Constantine had it right on. Though I did not even meet my P sperm donor until I was 16, I was always fascinated by him and tales of him and CURIOUS about this “bigger than life’ person who traveled the world. He showed up out of the blue one day when I was 16, came by the house where we lived, spent maybe 5 minutes with me, in the presence of my egg donor and my step father, and then spent 3 hours closeted with them telling them what a big success he was. I remember being very confused and crying.
So, let me get this straight, One/Joy, your uncle killed your grandfather, your mom’s dad, because grandpa was trying to kill Grandma, but yet your mom has these “fond memories” of her father, your grandpa? Hummmmm. Interesting family dynamics. Are you SURE we aren’t kin to each other? LOL