This article continues our discussion of anger as a stage of healing after a trauma or an extended trauma, such a relationship with a sociopath.
I have a friend who has been angry for all the years I have known her. She talks about being insulted or scapegoated at work, despite taking responsibilities well beyond her job title for the welfare of the company. She has been instrumental in eliminating several people who managed her. More people were hired and she is still talking about how she is mistreated.
I have another friend who calls me to talk about how his boss doesn’t appreciate him. He details how he has been swindled out of bonuses, how there is never a word of praise, despite the fact that his personal efforts have been responsible for major changes in the company.
Both of these two have been working for these companies for years and refuse to leave their jobs. Instead, they “practice” their resentments, gathering stories to defend their feelings, performing their jobs in ways that prove them not only blameless but deserving of praise, and sharing their grievances with anyone who will listen.
To prepare for this article, I had a conversation with one of them, who reminded me of when I was in a similar situation. Working for a CEO who refused to give me a title or credit for marketing work that put his company “on the map.” Since I left there, two other people have taken credit for my work in their resumes and public statements. Just talking about it with my friend brought up all the old stories related to the resentment and injury I felt at the time.
Embedded anger
Although these were professional situations, the feelings that my friends and I experienced were not different from the ones I experienced in my relationship with a man I believe to be a sociopath. Beyond all the usual feelings about lack of appreciation, acknowledgment or validation, these feelings had another characteristic. That is, we lived with them for a long time.
My two friends are still living with these feelings, and when I talk to them now, at least once in the conversation I suggest, “You’re an angry person.” Though I’ve said this to them before, they usually pause as though it were the first time they ever heard it. Then they either ignore it (because they don’t think of themselves as angry, only aggrieved), or briefly defend themselves against the comment, saying they have reason to be, before they start telling their stories again.
The fact is that they do have reason to be, as I did, but their anger is a lot older than their work situations. They were practicing it before they took these jobs. They were accustomed to dealing with people who triggered their anger, and they were accustomed to living in circumstances that made them feel hurt and resentful. They “handled it” by trying to do a better job, or getting into power struggles about what is due them, or by telling their stories to sympathetic friends.
What they were not accustomed to doing was deciding that their internal discomfort had reached a level where they needed to make a change. At least not before things got really, really bad. When they got sick. Or started blowing up over small things. Or got so stressed they began making mistakes. Or got in trouble with drugs or food or shopping to make themselves feel better.
It’s not just that they were habituated to abuse. They were habituated to living with old anger. They lived as a matter of course with resentments that would have made healthier people run for the hills from the situation that was causing their distress, or to reframe the situation as a temporary necessity while they searched actively for alternatives.
Paradoxical responses to abuse
A therapist once explained to me a “paradoxical response” observed in some victims of abuse. Rather than responding appropriately — either defending themselves or fleeing — they engaged in “caring” behavior. They became concerned about the wellbeing of the perpetrator, and began providing service to cheer them up or relieve their stresses. As all of us on this LoveFraud know, this response is based on our desire — no, our need — to believe that our abuser is really a good soul or that s/he really loves us or both.
Many of us are paradoxical responders. And what happens to those feelings of anger that we are not experiencing or acting on?
Until these relationships, for many of us, the question didn’t matter. Many of us also are high performers, the “success stories” coming out of backgrounds that might have turned other people into addicts or underachievers or emotional cripples. Instead, we develop a kind of genius at survival through giving. We believe in salvation through love, and we create our own success through helping professions of various sorts.
We do the same in our personal relationships, seeking emotional security by giving generously. We deal with the paradoxes of depending on people who are needy as we are, burying our resentments at their failures to understand how much we have invested or how well we are making up for their weaknesses or how, in arguments or in careless statements, they characterize us by our weaknesses.
When we do get angry, we express our grief at not being understood or appreciated, our disappointment that we are not getting what we hoped from our investments, our frustrations that the other person doesn’t perform the simple requirements of our happiness — a little more attention, affection or thanks. It doesn’t occur to us to rebel against the structure of these relationships, to say we are sick and tired of tiptoeing around their egos and their needs, because we feel we have no right to say these things. We are asking the same thing of them.
When we finally do walk away — from the job or the relationship — we have feelings we do not feel comfortable expressing. We discuss our past in understanding terms. We understand the other people. We understand ourselves. But deep inside ourselves, the thing we do not talk about is contempt. That emotion that is so close to shame. We feel contempt for their shortcomings. And because we too were in the room with them, we feel contempt for ourselves. And this is difficult to contemplate, much less talk about it. But like a song we can’t get out of our minds, this feeling is like a squatter we have trouble shooing away.
Emotional contagion
I know why these friends are attracted to me. I am a good listener. They also think I may have answers to their situations. But the more interesting question is: Why am I attracted to them? Why are so many of my friends people who see themselves as aggrieved, but who I see as people whose lives are shaped by a deep level of buried anger they don’t even recognize?
My conversations with them tend to bring up old memories of my own. In fact, these friends like to refer to my stories. Times when I felt badly repaid for good efforts. My girlfriend, in particular, who knew me through the years of my relationship with the sociopath and employment with that CEO, likes to bring up these stories and sympathize with me or offer advice. It’s what she wants from me, and assumes it is what I want from her.
But it’s not what I want. I get off these calls feeling my anger. Seeing it all again. And I do what I do with anger. I dive into it, searching for knowledge. I value the anger, because I have the habit of forgetting it, forgiving too soon before I really am finished with learning what it has to tell me. I’ve done the exercise so often now that I know what I’m going to find. First, I am angry because of what I lost — the investments, the time, the benefits I expected to get back. Then, I am angry with myself for not standing up for myself or exiting these situations when they became predictably abusive. Then I am angry at something I can’t name — My rules? My sense of the world? What is wrong with me?
Finally, I am visiting a place that I need to return to, again and again. It’s where I keep my oldest stories, ones I would probably not remember at all, except that my anger leads me to them. I see these memories like home movies played on an old projector on a raggedy old screen. I watch a bit of myself as a child, dealing with some situation that changed my understanding of the world. In the background, there is a calm voice saying, “Do you remember what you learned here? Here is the new rule you made for your survival. And here is how the rule affected your life.” And suddenly I am flying through the years, seeing how that rule played out, linking cause to effect, cause to effect, over and over. Until I am finally back in my here-and-now self again, aware that another “why?” question has been answered, another connection made that makes sense of my life, another realization that I can undo that rule now. I’m not a child anymore.
Difficulties with anger
Many, if not all people who get involved with sociopaths have difficulties with anger. We don’t welcome the message from our deeper selves. We don’t recognize it as something that requires immediate attention and responsive action. We don’t communicate it clearly with the outside world. We frequently don’t even consider ourselves angry until so much emotional response has built up that it’s eating us alive. We don’t recognize irritation, frustration, resentment, confusion, hyper-alertness and anxiety as feelings on the anger spectrum — messages that something isn’t right.
This generalization may be too broad, especially for those of us have dealt with people who we think were completely plausible until the end of a long con. But most of us faced many circumstances in these relationships when our emotional systems alerted us that something wasn’t right. And instead of taking it seriously and acting on it, we rationalized it, using our intellects to talk ourselves out of our responses.
How would we have acted if we had taken our anger seriously? We would have expressed our discomfort. We would have demanded or negotiated a change in the situation. We would have said “I don’t agree” or “this doesn’t work for me.” We would have walked away. We would have made a plan to change our circumstances. We would have made judgments that something wasn’t good for us, and acted on those judgments. We would have taken care of ourselves — which is what anger is all about, taking actions to deal with a threat to our wellbeing.
Why we have difficulties with anger is something related to our own personal stories. It is a good idea to search our history for the day when we decided that it wasn’t safe to express or even feel anger, so we can undo that rule. We all had our reasons, good reasons at the time. Even today, there may be occasions when we choose not to express our anger, or to defer thinking about it until later. But eventually, if we’re going to get really well, we have to recover our ability to connect with our own feelings.
Mastering anger
For those of us who have difficulty with anger, there are several gifts we get from the sociopath. One is a reason to get mad that is so clear and irrefutable that we finally have to give in to our emotional system, stop rationalizing and experience uncomplicated anger about what happened to us. The other thing they give us is a role model of how to do it. Though sociopaths have their own issues with historical anger, on a moment-by-moment basis they are very good at linking their anger to the cause, recognizing and responding directly to threats to their wellbeing or their plans.
Beyond that, in the course of these relationships, a kind of emotional contagion affects us. By the time we emerge, we feel ripped off and distrusting. We are at the edge of becoming more self-sufficient than we have ever been in our lives. To get there, we have to move through several phases while we overcome our obstacles to learning. One of those hurdles is overcoming our fear of our own anger.
People who have been suppressing anger for most of their lives have reason to fear it. Once we finally get angry about something, once we recognize the validity of own emotional reactions, there is a history of moments when we should have gotten angry that are ready to move to the surface of our consciousness. We are afraid that we will be overwhelmed or that, in our outrage, we will destroy everything within our reach.
Here is the truth. We will stop feeling angry when we acknowledge our right to feel angry in each and every one of these memories. That self-acknowledgement is what our emotional system wants. The message is delivered, and we naturally move on to what to do about it. If the circumstance is long gone, the simple recognition that we had a right these feelings is often enough to clear them.
The other truth is that we will not remember everything at one time. Once we allow ourselves to have these feelings, there will be an initial rush, but then the memories will emerge more gradually as we become clearer about our need for respectful treatment or about our grief at something important we lost.
Beyond recognizing that we were entitled to have our feelings, another thing we can do to clear them is have conversations with the causes of these feelings. We may want to speak to people, alive or dead, face to face or only in our journals or our thoughts, to say that we do not condone what happened to us. That we have feelings about it, and we want those feelings recognized.
We may think we’re looking for apologies, but the real benefit of these conversations is that we are validating ourselves and our own realities. We are getting real with ourselves. Eventually some of these conversations often turn out to be with God. Don’t worry about it. God can handle our feelings. Even the Buddhists encourage experiencing this human incarnation fully through all your senses and feelings.
The goal here is to clean house emotionally, so that you can experience anger in the here and now that is not tainted with old anger. So that you can plan and live your life in ways that are not unconsciously shaped by anger, fear and grief. Mastery of anger begins with the ability to link anger to cause, instead of expressing deferred anger in situations that really have nothing to do with it. Perfect anger is like the tit-for-tat strategy. It’s an appropriate and measured response that is equivalent to the threat or the trigger.
Beyond that, anger clearly felt in all its subtleties and permutations opens a new world to us. We find a new range of speaking voices — snappish, impatient, cold and unsympathetic. (Sound like anyone you know?) All things we need to deal with certain situations. We find new facial expression and body language. In allowing ourselves to become judgmental about what is good for us, we become more grounded about who we are and what we need.
Most important is that anger opens our ability to become powerful in our own lives. Without the ability to respond to threats and obstacles, we have no ability to envision and plan our lives. Anger is not only the voice of what we don’t want, it’s is also the voice of what we do want. What we want badly enough to work for, to fight for, to build in our lives.
Later we will talk about eliminating the residue of anger, learning how to forgive. But for now, our work is to link cause to effect, to honor our feelings, and to become real with ourselves and our world.
Namaste. The calm and certain warrior in me salutes the calm and certain warrior in you.
Kathy
Kindheart said: “im sitting here wondering if there will ever come a day when this loser won’t occupy my headspace. Wish i could switch obsessions but it obv doens’t work that way.”
Kindheart,
Yes you will eventually get to that place but it is a gradual process. It seems right now like it will never happen, but believe me, there will come a day when you rarely think of him other than maybe an “in passing” thought. You’ll eventually get past the oh I feel so stupid or what the hell was I thinking and the anger and regrets of both what he did and also the “woulda shoulda coulda’s” of what you did or didn’t do. And the day will come when you’ll think oh THANK GOD that man is no longer a part of my life (for the bad times OR any good times you had) and you will MEAN IT.
With time your life will just get better and better and you’ll start to have really happy days, and those days will grow in frequency, and then one day you will realize that you are happy the vast majority of the time. And also you’ll start to realize that you survived it all and that it actually made you stronger. It seemed like such a long and slow process that I thought it would never happen with me, but it did. Just hang in there! –Jen
Darn it Lost – sorry you layed on eyes on the spath bag – disgusting sight wasnt it~~!!!! you dont miss that peice of chit – just look the other way and You did not lose a month of healing just maybe a day or two – the creeps – we should implant radar detectors in their butts and when we get close a buzer goes off~~~~Warning SpathBag in Area – change directions or get prepared to stare him down – cause Lost – he aint nothing – just a demon in a meat suit that played with your mind one time —next?
Dear Lost,
I’m sorry you got a knock between the eyes, it seems to me that the UNEXPECTED run ins with them are the worst! That night at the auction when my x-BF P showed up—in MY territory and acted like nothing had happened, it was like a sledge hammer between the eyes. THREW ME FOR A LOOP! Ditto running into the egg donor that day in Wally World. The UN-EXPECTED-NESS of it I think is what had the worst effect.
At least for those two times. I think now, if it happens again, I will be prepared better and not react so much.
Like tonight, I went to the auction with son C and there was somewhat of a chance we might have run into his X wife there with her new BF, but we were PREPARED….if it happened it happened. We talked about it on the way there.
Actually, I have gotten to the point with her that seeing her doesn’t even upset me any more. He hasn’t seen her since the divorce in Feb of last year. I have also made a great deal of progress where my egg donor is concerned in the last few weeks (at least it feels like I have anyway, the bitterness is leaving) and so I think I could handle it with a MINIMUM of stress. I will continue to avoid places where she might be, but if I do run into her, I am going to do my best to hold it together.
Take a deep breath. The last SLAM I got by running into the egg donor really made me sick with stress, but only for about 18 hours—-and THAT made me realize that I used to LIVE that way 24/7 and I don’t live that way now, so when I did get a slam I could actually FEEL it rather than being so numb all the time I couldn’t even feel a big stress surge, I was too numb to even feel one. LOL
This may be a GOOD Thing, and let you start to realize how you are living in much lower stress levels now. ((((hugs))))
ox, henry, kindheart,
yes, it was the unexpectedness of it that really got me, i think. good news is, the sick feeling inside only lasted for a day. i was more angry than anything … how DARE he be laughing, and how dare THEY think he’s anything but a traitorous coward!
“change directions or get prepared to stare him down” — i hope i would have the guts to do that if i actually got that close to him. but it’s my plan. i have practiced in my mind 100 times. we travel in the same area, and it’s inevitable. i will ignore him completely, no matter what he says or does.
“you are living in much lower stress levels now” — that is so true. but the stress has taken its toll on my body. i am having terrible pain and i am being tested next week for MS, diabetes and peripheral neuropathy. never been sick a day in my life, and now i am very slowed down; can barely walk some days.
he won’t get away with that. i’m certain this is fallout from two years of hell; i CAN be well again.
kindheart: that is good advice. i will forever picture him now with a hole through his chest … the place i used to rest my head and felt safe and cared for. what a crock. nothing about him was real.
all is well.
TOWANDA!!!
Dear LIG,
The kind of stress that they put us through IS like a terrible illness to our body and minds, it weakens our immune systems and makes us vulnerable to all kinds of sicknesses. I had four life-threatening infections after the plane crash and all of the other stressors in my life brought on by the Ps.
Now that I am living a much MUCH lower stress life for a period of time and am building up what I call “reserve strengths” (I visualize it like an EMOTIONAL BANK ACCOUNT) those reserves tide me over the “rough spots.”
For example. if your “E-bank account” is One Unit to the positive, and you run into a SMALL two-unit problem, you immediately are “OVER DRAWN” even for a tiny thing, so that sets you back into the NEGATIVE category.
If your “E-Bank account” is 100 Units, a 2-unit problem doesn’t even effect you very much at all.
It is, I think, using this “bank account” analogy, when we are OVERDRAWN for long periods of time that we literally become sick.
Part of the problem with humans (vs. animals) is that a sick animal will find a cave to hole up in and REST and RECOVER but we (smart?) humans, seem to think we have to keep on keeping on and keeping up the “front” that “all is well” and we use even MORE UNITS OF EMOTIONAL ENERGY in trying to maintain that facade. At least I know I did.
It was only when I was so “sick I couldn’t go on” that I finally decided, Hey, I gotta REST and NOT beat myself over the head with the darned SKILLET that I am not “doing something.” It is OKAY TO DO NOTHING BUT REST AND RELAX. I guess part of it is my in-born hyperactivity, but I realize that I am also programmed that my time must be spent “productively” and that just kicking back is “laziness” and that is a big-time SIN!
Lost – I have lot’s of back problems – and the X certianly kept me stressed out and drained physically and emotionally. I would like to blame everything on the x, he was a VIRUS to my mind – body – and soul and my spirit. Our bodys get attacked everyday by germs and bacteria, we have stress even with them gone. Just like I have been fighting his contagious exploitation over the past year, and finding the right mind medicine to avoid the spath virus. I have to work on my addictions and afflictions, he was both. Lost they are lethal and destructive, it’s only after you have been infected with the spath virus that you realize they are destructive, no matter how fine and pretty they are they are murderous to (everyone) that comes in contact with them. So we are healing from our encounter – just think how wonderful it is to know what almost killed us and how too avoid them (it) in the future, and my body knows it is not stressed out to the max, even if there are times my heart falters a bit. Listen to your body and help it heal – sorry to be so full of it this morning- keep your chin up Lost – you are winning this battle….
Yes guys, it is a phenomenum (bad spelling) in itself how toxic these people are to our body, mind an d souls. So many times i went back when i would forget and get my strength back, just like having a baby when you forget the labour pains. I remember with my first, never again and then i had another son. This last time did a number on me as well and im not even drinking anymore or i’d prob be dead seriously for sure. It has only been a week and im feeling i don’t know hurt, mourning, but i have to remind myself that it’s not he that i’m mourning, it’s what i wanteed him to be and he cannot ever be even close to it. My weight has plummeted down and my appetite is not back fully and im just emotionally spent in general. Today im kind of pissy with alot of people who don’t really deserve it , i was so tolerant of his shitty behaviour and his daugher etc. and then i loose tolerance with the people who really deserve it but at least im aware. I know im not the person i can be and im tired of letting others, anything outside myself push me down and being a sponge for other people who don’t have anything to give me back. Thanks all of you and i wish all of us an easy NoContact journey. love kindheart
I agree the unexpected sightings are not good for us. I was in the food store Wednesday night getting things for my daughters trip and ran into my NH with my son. My little cutie came and kissed me and hugged me and said how weird it was to be in the food store with his dad- dad NEVER shopped with us – NEVER – and see me in the aisle. It was so awkward for him. And for NSH to turn from me like a stranger – it still stuns me- I spend most of my time acting as if he is dead. So when I see him it is kind of a cognitive confusion to see him in the flesh. Same thing when I hear his voice. Maybe I shouldn’t play the “He is dead ” game- not healthy???
You also peaked my interest on stress and health – I fell on my back weeks ago , at least 4 and I don’t remember it taking this long to feel better. My legs are hurting, I have some kind of lump growing out of the back of my heel, my hair has no life and my face doesn’t look like me. My skin is blotchy – and I stayed home from work with a cold on Friday -slept all day. I never do that – I ALWAYS go to work. Even today I poked around doing chores and any other time I would have zoomed around thye house to get them done and get outside. I can’t enjoy my yard and planting with the skank right next door – I just can’t deal with it. I don’t think I can trust myself to keep my mouth shut.
But I don’t want to waste the coming summer either – done that too many years waiting for him. The only man who owns a little shack at the Jersey shore and rather be with his whores than his wife and family. But OH what a hero he looked to everyone who thought “Look how good he is to his wife and kids” – NOT !!!!!
Kindheart – this is a tough road to go – needing to fall out of love with someone and giving up the dream. Realizing we so underestimated their ability to be cruel and use us without mercy. Mine still insists his intent was to keep our family together – shame on me for finding new evidence of continued betrayal – and he says I threw him out like a dog.
Then he should be OK – because his credit cards show he was worse than I ever imagined- I haVE READ THE WORD MINDF**K – after all I knew – I never would have even accused him of what I found- and I am sure it will get worse.
Prayers for all – without support we all may believe we are the crazy ones. I am grateful for what I learn here – even if it takes me longer to process and accept .
I have a friend in the program who is on me to get a sponsor for the compulsion but im trying to defend this site for using it for the same purpose. Any input would help. kindheart
kindheart48
You will get great support here – I just don’t know if this site has someone available at every given moment. The complusion for contact faded slowly for me- sometimes I had to fight it minute by minute. And even now, when I get angry and want to vent on him -which will do me absolutely no good – I fight it or call a friend. Counseling is imperative I believe to heal from this relationship dynamic- or our suffering is unduly prolonged. There is so much to know and read and process. And even then I wait for my heart to catch up to my head knowledge.
Do you have a friend you can call anytime? The moments can be unpredictable – sometimes when waking up I would be over the top anxious, or driving to work alone in the car – or while at work. Someone has to talk you down from the silo when you get the urge to call – no matter what the reason.
I have kids with the NS so i text, e-mail or voice – mail. Talking directly to him still messes with my head.
Sometimes contact makes me see more of who he is or makes me miss him when it sounds like the fake him.
You have to find support for yourself- you need someone who will understand what you are going through.
Stay away from those who tell you to get over it and move on – they will never understand your position.