It is cleansing for people to discuss their experiences with psychopathy. Some stories are unbelievable, mimicking the material that should only appear in movies. Others pack a less dramatic punch, but are, perhaps, even more devastating. That’s the nature of most brushes with psychopathy. When the stories are ours, however, it is not until we start to learn about the disorder, that we are able to begin making sense of the non-sense and heal. Without a working knowledge, success is rare. Our desire to identify and overcome is often how we end up here. Since I began sharing what I know, many have begun telling me of their struggles. Often, they have few words for the relief this brings. I am retelling one of those stories. The person who shared it hopes that her story will help others, by either facilitating prevention or lending validation.
One day, a women with whom I am acquainted, but do not know well, approached me at a function. She was from out of town, but through friends and family, had heard about the cause I hold dear, and the passion that I have for psychopathy education. When a mutual friend mentioned that I had begun contributing to a blog, she decided to check it out. Something within told her she should investigate. Unexpectedly, she learned something that had the potential to change her life.
She came up to me and quietly said, “You know, I have read everything you have written. I have read many of the other things that others have written. I think I know someone who is a psychopath and I think he kind of negatively impacted my life. I’m serious.” She went on to say that her story was slightly different than most she read about, but was, nonetheless, just as difficult. We sat and talked in our own little world for hours.
As the afternoon drew to a close and we had to part ways, she told me I could write her story. I asked if she was sure about that and she nodded in the affirmative, telling me that others had to know what she lived with for all those years. She went on to say that had she understood sooner, things may have been very different for her. She admitted that she did not think anything like this existed in seemingly “normal” people and added that she still might not have ever known. Luckily, the information she stumbled upon will hopefully help.
Innocence
Most of us have probably been there. Young and in love. Perhaps we had a crush on the boy who sat across from us in Algebra or someone famous and unattainable. Regardless, the teenage years can be filled with new feelings, some of which we know what to do with, and others with which we do not. Jane fell head over heels for a local boy from town. He was good looking and always had something nice to say. They dated for a time. She loved him dearly, but always felt like something was “off.” After a few abusive incidents, at the age of 17, she chose to end the relationship. As high school drew to a close, so did they.
Life goes on
As kids do, they went their separate ways. Each met and married other people, but Jane says that her feelings for him really never died. She couldn’t quite put her finger on why she felt unable to release him. She now acknowledges that she experienced the “psychopathic addiction.” This is the same phenomenon that causes the victims of psychopaths to sometimes “stalk” the psychopath. It is difficult to go cold turkey from any addiction. The psychopathic bond, or betrayal bond, can be one of the hardest to break.
She did not stalk him, but rather, she tried to forget about him. Jane met the man who would eventually become her husband. She was committed to him, never wavering, but she could not help feeling this deep, emptiness that told her heart was elsewhere. As the years passed, she and her husband had two children, a boy and a girl. They did everything young couples were supposed to do. They worked, bought a home, vacationed, and had many close friends with which they shared many good times.
However, Jane lived in a close knit community. She encountered her first love from time to time. They had many mutual friends and were cordial with one another. In fact, her first love ended up marrying one of her close friends. She and herhusband were both in the wedding. Jane recalls choking back the tears that day, since she was filled with bits and pieces of sadness and envy. As relationships with psychopaths tend to go, that marriage did not last. In fact, between the ages of 20 and 60, three more of his marriages failed. Hers remained in tact…for a time.
“Lifespan psychology”
But over the years, Jane and her husband grew apart. She said that they came to hate each other, but that no one had really done anything wrong, worthy of such loathing. There had not been any cheating or abuse on either of their parts. She explained that she felt as though a part of her was unavailable to give what a wife needed to, but did not know why. They watched their children grow and went about their daily activities, but clearly, both felt something was missing that could not be recovered.
As fate sometimes goes, Jane’s path crossed with her first love’s. She wondered if the stars and planets had finally aligned. Energetic and positive, she always saw the glass as half full. Both were single and decided to rekindle what once was. She thought that maybe maturity had changed him. He had been single for a time, and in recent years had held the same job. In fact, he became quite successful. After all, she felt that he really was a good guy. Most importantly, she had not been able to shake him from her thoughts for over forty years. It had to be right.
It was not. The relationship was fun, filled with excursions and tastes of the good life. Jane was showered with the attention that she remembered. It was the type of attention that her psychologically normal husband was never able to match, but that she measured his love by. Her husband had loved her, but he loved her normally. With her first love, she was in the process of being “lovebombed,” just as she had been as a young girl. Everything seemed perfect, at least until his mask cracked again. And crack it did, leaving her stranded, far from home.
Even prior to witnessing his failing facade, Jane felt inexplicably uncomfortable. Things were strange. Minor words or incidents left her uncomfortable or even slightly afraid of him. She minimized her feelings and told herself she was being ridiculous, but somehow, her gut knew better.
Unable to make sense of things, but longing for answers, she tried talking to him, but met with the silent treatment. He was done and he made that clear. It seemed that when the relationship began to turn “real,” he chose to run. She felt alone and longed for the man she “knew” and had so many good times with. In reality, however, that person never existed.
New Beginnings
By happenstance, Jane came to realize that her first love was probably a psychopath. Shortly thereafter, she considered the possibility that her brush with psychopathy may have ruined her marriage. She feels that she never recovered from the stronghold of the psychopathic bond and somehow had created her idea of a normal relationship based on her dysfunctional one. Nothing normal could ever measure up. “I had no idea what I was dealing with,” she told me. “It wasn’t until I started reading, when I looked at the traits and behaviors, I realized that I had been trapped by a psychopath since childhood.”
Upon coming to terms with this, she began counseling. Her counselor agrees that her first love is a indeed a troubled soul. Although she asked me several times if I thought it really could be. She still questions herself and her experiences and fights the urges to seek understanding from him. I explained that it is, quite possibly, one of the toughest pills to swallow and to look to those who understand and care for answers and strength. No one wants this to be. But, sometimes, it just is.
So much work comes with recovery. One must soul search, come to terms with the things that we cannot change, and work to manage those we can. I have every confidence that Jane will fully recover and appropriately take on the demons she must face. None of us here thought this would be part of our futures or have consumed so much of our pasts. We can, however, control what comes next, at least to some degree. Thank you, Jane, for your bravery. Thank you for wanting to share your story. Once touched by psychopathy, our lives may never look as they would have otherwise. Sometimes, that’s not a bad thing. It can be especially rewarding if it allows us to come to terms with events that touched us profoundly and allow us to move forward happily.
Jane is a pseudonym. Some minor facts were altered to protect identity.
skylar and everyone:
I went to the viewing of my coworker and did not see spath, thank God. I got there right at 4PM and was back in my car at 4:09. It was sad to see his 5 year old little girl. You could kind of tell that she was a little young to know what was fully going on. So I paid my respects to his parents, his teenage son and his wife and to him and I left. I hate to say this, but he looked really bad. I believe it is a testament to how much he must have suffered. 🙁
I also have to say that something his dad said made me sad. I told him that I used to work with his son, but I had left two years ago and he said they (meaning my former coworkers) did some really amazing things for his son last year. He said they are really good people…you left a good group. It made me sad because yes, there were some very good people there, but there were also a few spaths who drove me away. I guess it made me wonder if I should have stayed. I am mostly at peace with my decision after all this time (I have to be), but every once in awhile, I wonder if I did the right thing by leaving. I’ll never know for sure. I just have to keep putting one foot in front of the other and keep moving forward.
(((Louise)))
glad you made it to the viewing and everything went okay.
None of us made the escape from the spath without some losses. You lost your co-workers and friends. That is sad, as is the passing of that young man.
You made the best decision you could for yourself at that time. You did the best you could with the tools you have. In those years since then, you’ve learned a lot. You aren’t the same person. In the future, you won’t have to run whenever you see a spath, you can stand your ground if you choose.
At the time, if you hadn’t run, you might not have survived.
That was my experience too. I HAD to run, my body told me so. It was in running, that I realized that I had been poisoned because all the muscle pain went away. If I hadn’t run, I might not have survived either. We ran away to fight another day, better and stronger.
skylar:
Thanks. 🙁
Thank you for making me realize that escaping meant I had to lose something…give up some things and some great things they were. We have all had losses. Most way greater than mine although giving up my career was not insignificant, but it can’t compare to what most on here have lost.
Yes, at that time, I just had to get out of there. I have learned so, so much since then and you bet I will be able to stand my ground in the future. I will know how to handle these beings and know what I am up against.
If I had not left, I may not have survived, but someone else there may not have survived. I truly think if I stayed there, I was going to hurt somebody. It was awful. But it never showed; I kept it all inside. OW even told me she had no idea how bad off I was; said I hid it well. All the while I wanted to strangle her or push her down the steps. I could have really hurt her. When I think back, it scares me as I am not even that type of person.
You would not have survived if you would have stayed there. How could you? Your body would have only taken so much poison. How awful and sad!!!!!! 🙁
Louise, You did the right thing. I am sure all of this has triggered alot of memories, but look where you are now as compared to back when..
So relieved you didnt see _____________!
MoonDancer:
Thank you for the affirmation. I have to know I did the right thing. I did; I know I did. Sometimes I have doubts, but in my heart, I know it was right.
This has triggered memories. It’s amazing how we can be triggered. Yep, I have come a long, long way from where I was then.
OMG…it would have been so bad to see spath. I was running errands this morning and started thinking of scenarios of what I would do if he WAS there. I had to have a plan. Well, just thinking of that plan started giving me a visceral reaction. All the feelings started coming back even just THINKING about it. I knew he wouldn’t be there though…I knew I would be safe if I went really early because my guess is that he either didn’t go at all or he had to go have a few drinks first before he went.
Thanks for your support, MD!!!
I have those fears also Louise, what if he’s there..it has been 5 years now and I have not met him face to face one time, doubt I ever will. At one time I thot if I ever did I would lose it, but now I would just stand my ground and stare him down. That’s how sure I am of what he is and what he did to me. I will stand tall and hold my ground. And so will you..
Moondancer MD……lol i love it
MD:
You know what? I would stare mine down, too. Give him that same blank stare that he gave me. No emotion; just blank. He wouldn’t be able to tell if I was hurting, sad…nothing. No smiles either. He doesn’t deserve smiles! I know you will hold your ground, too!!!!
Louise, I’m glad that you were able to go to the viewing – it’s something that you probably “needed to do,” I think. And, what you learned from your coworker’s father was a bittersweet truth: there are losses, regardless. If we remain in a spath situation, we lose. If we exit a spath situation, we still lose. IMHO, the losses of exiting can be pretty devastating, but remaining would mean the loss of things of greater importance, like our souls.
You’re a completely different person than you were, Louise, and it’s a stronger, wiser, and more truthful person that you’ve evolved into. Only leaving and processing the experiences can produce those results. So, I agree that you made the best decision for yourself when you needed to make that decision. Sometimes, NONE of the options are agreeable, to be sure!
Brightest blessings of comfort
Truthspeak:
So true. Either way, we lose. We lose something. But we usually gain something, too. Our freedom for one.
I am a completely different person. What happened has changed me forever.
Thanks for validating that I made the best decision I could at the time with the information I had and what I was going through.
Louise, none of the options that I had available were “good” or pleasant with regard to the exspath. They all stank, but some reeked less than others.
Yeah, I’m changed forever, too, and not in a “bad” way, though I’m still rather uncomfortable with this cynicism that I have, now. I’m not jaded, just cynical. Well, that’s not necessarily true, either. I’m “jaded” with the Legal System and Family Courts – it’s about the most senseless and useless morass that I”ve waded through, bar none.
I believe that you know that you made the best decision that you could, Louise. You know it, academically, and you’re beginning to “feel” that it was the best choice for you.
Hugs and brightest blessings to you