By Joyce Alexander, RNP (Retired)
The term appeasement is commonly understood to refer to a diplomatic policy aimed at avoiding war by making concessions to another power. Historian Paul Kennedy defines it as “the policy of settling international quarrels by admitting and satisfying grievances through rational negotiation and compromise, thereby avoiding the resort to an armed conflict which would be expensive, bloody, and possibly dangerous”¦
The word “appeasement” has been used as a synonym for weakness and even cowardice since the 1930s, and it is still used in that sense to denounce policies and behaviors that conflict with firm, often armed, action in international relations.
From Wikipedia
I have a little dog that was rescued from an abusive prior life, where his owner’s adult sons didn’t like him and apparently physically abused him. He is a Jack Russell Terrier, which is known for its feisty nature and general hardheadedness, as well as for being quite smart. My little dog, though, if spoken to roughly will cower, belly crawl, and attempt to appease what he thinks is my anger at him.
Appeasement is something done from a “one-down” position of weakness, from a lower status individual to a higher or more powerful individual who has become angered at the less powerful individual. It is meant to calm the rage of the more powerful.
Dogs have “castes” within a “pack,” which can include other dogs, other animals or humans. Because I don’t want my dogs to do things that are harmful to me, others, or the environment of my home (like pooping in the house), I establish my gentle dominance over my dogs. I become the “alpha” (highest) member of the pack. If they do something I don’t want them to repeat, I respond to them like another alpha dog would, I growl at them to indicate that is unacceptable behavior. If they repeat it or refuse to acknowledge that I am alpha, I may grab them by the scruff of the neck and actually pinch it or shake them a bit (not enough to give them have shaken baby syndrome or harm them, but essentially the way their mother weaned them). Dogs understand this kind of pack dominance and do not “resent it” or cower from it for long. But if they have been beaten or screamed at, they respond by cowering in an effort to appease their owner from some rage that they do not know the cause of.
Humans also have appeasement behavior. If your boss is in a foul mood and you’re not sure quite why, but s/he yells at you or someone else, you may try to appease this angry behavior by being quiet, not asking questions, or going about your business to avoid running into him or her.
If your spouse is in a grouchy mood, you may fix their favorite drink or offer a back rub, or some other thing to make them feel better.
Reaction to abuse
If you have been seriously physically or emotionally abused, though, you may respond a bit like my rescued dog and go into serious appeasement mode if you become aware that someone is angry or out of sorts, and do the human equivalent of the dog’s “belly crawling, tail wagging” appeasement routine.
You may have even been trained to do this as a child if you had controlling or over-bearing adult caregivers or parents. You may have been told and shown that certain behaviors would elicit rage from someone more powerful than you were, or you may have experienced random rage from those powerful people. You could not discern what prompted it, so you might be hyper vigilant around people, continually wondering when the next outbreak of rage might come, and doing all you could to appease that rage even before it happened.
Responsible for their happiness
For some people, and I am one of them, I was convinced early on that the happiness and satisfaction of other people depended on how I behaved, and that it was my responsibility to make them happy. If they were not happy, it was because I was deficient in my “happy-making behaviors.”
This way of thinking about myself and my behavior made me try hard to keep everyone happy all the time, to blame myself if someone else wasn’t happy, and to continually try to work harder to appease them if they were unhappy. I continually did the human equivalent of the dog’s belly crawling appeasement behavior. I would rush to wait on them, show my hospitality, fix everyone’s favorite food, so no one felt left out. I would ignore patently rude behavior because I didn’t want to “hurt their feelings.” (That would have been a big crime, I felt.) Just like my little dog, instead of fighting back against abuse from a one-down position (and I realize an 18 pound dog doesn’t have much chance against a 180 pound man with opposable thumbs), like him, I cowered down, made appeasing noises, polished up my whining voice, and jumped at any request or suggestion, ignoring however passive aggressively it might be phrased. In short, I learned to “let’s pretend it never happened,” no matter how hurt I was, or how bad the emotional abuse had been.
I learned to savor the “pats” and to quickly forget the “slings and arrows” of every day life from those who I allowed to be in the “one-up position” from me.
I have a choice
My little dog didn’t have much of a chance to defend himself, or to find a new home, but as luck would have it, his previous mother asked me to take him in. Though I’ve not been able to totally reassure him that he is not going to be beaten or kicked, he is living a much more normal life now.
Unlike my little dog, though, I DO have a choice in how I live, and how I react to those “slings and arrows” that are thrown out by others who would place themselves superior to me, and expect me to dance to their tune, regardless of how abusive they are to me. I do not have to endure endless physical or emotional kicks any more. I have realized that you can never truly appease someone who is abusive to those around them. Not all bosses are abusive to those who work under their supervision; not all spouses are abusive to their spouses or significant others. As human beings in the western culture and civilization, we have the right to choose who we associate with. We are not required by law to associate with someone who is abusive (except in the case of people who have to “co-parent” with these individuals, even then the abuse and the association can be limited).
My problem is though, that I, like my little dog, was trained as a child to appease those who show their displeasure toward me in any way, and this is the natural “fall back position” for me, just like it is for my little dog. Because of that, if someone shows however subtly that they are displeased with me, my almost immediate almost INSTINCTIVE reaction is to think, “What did I do wrong?” Then, “What can I do to make them happy?”
During my healing journey, though, I have learned that if someone is unhappy with me, it is not necessarily that I have done anything wrong to cause their unhappiness. Even if something I have done to make them mad is why they are mad, it does not necessarily mean I have done anything wrong, or failed to do something right. I have learned intellectually that I am responsible for my own happiness, and not responsible for the happiness of others. I do my best to treat others fairly, honestly and politely, and if they are not happy with that, it is absolutely okay for them to not be happy and is not my problem. I do not have to belly crawl, whine, whimper, and beg other people to appease them. I do not have to FEAR the displeasure of others, unless I was breaking the speed limit and the cop is standing by my car door asking for my license. In that case, I am going to do my best to appease him, with my pity ploy, and my very polite little old lady act! 🙂
In short, when other people are demanding or abusive, we do not have to appease them to our emotional detriment. Sometimes it may mean finding another job because your boss is abusive; I’ve done that. Sometimes it may mean leaving a love relationship because your partner is abusive, or sometimes it may mean severing one or more family ties because your relatives is/are abusive. (And by the way, passive-aggressive IS AGGRESSIVE!)
Learning a different reaction
Trying to appease the demanding and abusive, though, is a continuing and impossible task to accomplish. If you appease them on one issue, then they will raise another one, then still another one. It is like a game with them to find things to abuse you for. Learning to not “instinctively” respond from this “one-down” emotional position, though, will take some practice, as well as continual vigilance of your own responses. In fact, last week I found myself trying to appease someone who was very demanding, very unsuccessfully trying to appease them, by the way. Then, I pulled myself up short and asked myself, “Why are you trying to appease this person, Joyce? Their demands are unreasonable and rude.” I didn’t confront the person about it, it was someone who was not important in my life, so there was no need to make a big “to do” about it, but I did adjust my own thinking, my own emotional response to the their narcissistic demands. It didn’t change anything about how they acted, but it went from being an irritation to me to a laughable exercise in my own growth.
Back again to the bottom line of dealing with psychopaths and other dysfunctional people: We can’t change them, but we can change ourselves and our responses to how they behave. We can quit trying to appease them. It won’t be successful anyway.
Dear MISSOURI Jewel
Another me too, and you will find them plenty on LF. I didn’t get mad and that was a problem b/c I endured too much from too many people.
That seems to be one of my ‘blessings’ from my spath, that I finally got in touch with my anger. I did it by FEELING what I felt about events, not people. I felt such RAGE and it scared me b/c I was afraid of being LIKE THEM, capable of hurting another without thinking of the consequences. But here I am, now acknowledging anger and rage and I haven’t murdered anyone, nor touched them, and at most, yelled at them (well, at my spath, not anyone else). I still do not feel anger at anyone else other than my spath, but that is a breakthrough b/c it helped me to set healthy boundries. And I am able to apply those healthy boundries towards other people/situations.
I think the anger thing happened in wee hood, before childhood, where I got the message that anger would not get me anywhere, probably got the snot beat out of me. My mother would beat a baby for crying too much, I watched her do it to my sister.
Anger is normal. To not feel it is an indication that emotions are missing. To express anger violently is not acceptable, to acknowledge it and perhaps to verbalize it, as you did your mom, shows tremendous emotional growth. Bravo for you. I wish I had done it with my mom, but instead I just avoided her. I avoided all my bad feelings for so long. I don’t anymore and guess what? I’m normal now. Can’t tell you how precious that feels but I know, YOU KNOW.
Butterflies are free and so are we.
Constantine:
Hahahahaha!!! I just read your post…it is priceless! You are so right! That’s what I am…a people pleaser, but from my experience, when I do finally stand up for myself, I realize that people RESPECT me. They like me more than when I was a people pleaser and then I realize there is something to this “standing up for myself” thing. I don’t get scared by that power as you said some people do…instead I do feel empowered and realize what acting like that can do for me. By that I don’t mean what it can do for me in an evil way; just what it can do for me as far as getting the respect I deserve from people.
To quote a friend:
Constantine says:
And one more thought on this subject. I often notice that when “people pleaser” types first learn to really ROAR back at their oppressors (picture wigs blowing off of heads and papers flying off the desks!), they are often a little taken aback and stunned by the positive effect that this has. Because if you’ve gone your whole life without ever roaring at someone who deserves to be roared at, it can be a startling revelation that you actually have that kind of power within yourself. But unfortunately, after that first initial roar, people often get scared of their own power, and revert back to saying, “Meow, meow, ooops, I’m sorry, meow, meow, I hope I didn’t hurt anyones’ feelings, meow, meow, please don’t be mad at me, I didn’t mean it, meow meow.”
However, instead of “meowing” after a successful roar, that’s precisely when one must capitalize on one’s victory; and then glare and strut around the room with back arched high and teeth bared, saying with even more attitude, “That’s right you fu*kers, and there’s a lot more where that came from! So who wants to be next?”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought—”
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Simply an amazing way to put it, Constantine. xxoo
That is empowerment, is it not? We are allowed to set our own boundaries and it is up to US to choose what we have around us and what we do not. Those are OUR choices just like it is a spaths choice to be like THEY are. To each their own, but come near me and you will be lucky I call the cops. Trust me. 🙂
mwahhhhhh! xxoo
Hugs and kisses to you Constantine.
Dupey
Dear Missouri Jewel,
Welcome to Love Fraud! Glad you are here and glad my little article resonated with you.
I’m now 64, going on 65, and just now in my “old age” standing up to my own “egg donor” and refusing to endure any more abuse. Of course, unlike yours, mine didn’t like me standing up to her or setting boundaries, so I’ve had to essentially go NC with her except for legal issues of our family which I must have contact with her, (sort of like a co-parent must communicate with the P-parent at least a bit) but I keep the contact to the bare minimum and mostly by e mail.
I’m glad you are away from the abusive WASBAND (someone else used that term a few days ago and I LOVED IT, so I’m stealing it!) I started over at age 57 after my husband died and I got involved with a psychopathic boy friend…and then while I was “down” got attacked by the family psychopaths! I hope your wasband was the ONLY psychopath in your family, but if he wasn’t, or there are enablers of him there, that you are able to disengage from them as well, and set boundaries.
Dupey, glad to know you are doing well…..miss you! (((hugs)))
Thanks (((Ox))) I hope you are doing okay.
I have been trying to live life the best I know how and been trying to AVOID the roadshow, if you know what I mean? It’s been a long haul but I am starting to see the light of day now. Ever so slightly. Actually, more than slightly – ENORMOUSLY….
NOW I know WHY they say NO BACK DOORING!
I have found out things about “IT” that I am sure only skims the surface and I want to know nothing more. I just want it all gone away from me now. My life, medically, is still hanging very much in the balance, with my heart and all, but mentally, I finally have that NIGHTMARE off of the center of my face. 🙂
Thanks, Ox – miss you guys too. xxoo
Dupey
Dupey, good for you, girlfriend! The more we find out about them the more it triggers us, so even the back dooring (which may be necessary if they are a danger to us) is eating our energies.
As much as I try to keep the back dooring down to a mininun, I realize that even the little bit I have to do is not healthy for me, and I would be better off if I didn’t have to do any. (((hugs))) take care of yourself and your health though! That is the first COMMANDMENT of recovery! (((hugs)))
Thanks Katydid!
Well said. I never thought of it like that, “Anger is normal…” And so true, that one must set down boundaries that people can’t cross. Both statements gave me a lot to think about this afternoon. I think I am so afraid of upsetting or hurting anyone else that I have not laid down boundaries. Hmmm.
And, Ox Drover,
I always love reading what you write. You’ve survived multiple generations of family that have issues. I’m having to deal with that, so your writings all touch deep. It was probably over a year since I posted on this site. But, I always follow Lovefraud and try to learn.
Funny what actually made me blow up at Mom…
When I was 11 my Dad was murdered. He was a police officer killed in the line of duty. The day after his death I happened to overhear my Mom saying that it was my fault my Dad was dead. That my doctor bills had forced him to have to work overtime and that if it wasn’t for me, my Dad would not have been working and would still be alive. Everything went black…like tunnel vision.
I didn’t tell my Mom what I heard that day because I couldn’t bear to hurt her. Obviously, I began acting out within a couple of years as a totally messed up teenager. It took many years to understand intellectually that, of course I wasn’t responsible for my Dad’s death. But, I’ve learned that sometimes we are our own worst enemy and we give ourselves the life that we believe we deserve.
Cut to forty years later and my sister is diagnosed with terminal cancer. We have a heartfelt talk where she is questioning whether to fight, or not to fight this awful disease. I told her that whatever she decided that I’d support it and have her back.
Next thing I know I’m hearing from relatives across the country. Apparently Mom has been calling everyone to tell them that I want my sister to die. Wtf!
That was the catalyst that made me call Mom that day and blast her. “You’ve always blamed me for Dads death but I’ll be damned if you’ll blame me for my sisters death!”
In the blink of an eye, I was released. I was freed.
I had also apparently been a martyr without a cause for forty years… Mom still denies that she said that. But, that’s okay. I’ve forgiven her. I said everything I had always wanted to say to her. What really helped was that I instantly, with crystal clarity understood my entire life, my poor choices, my mistakes. I understood my life.
I, just like you, had ended up a second time with an abusive man. I thought that my understanding that I had been a domestic abuse victim would help me recognize another abusive partner. It didn’t. In hindsight now, and as I have told him too, he was just the first man to ever be nice to me. He would call me ‘dummy up’, ‘stupid’, etc., but he didn’t hit me. That was enough.
When I told my Mom that fateful day what I had heard, it instantly took the rose colored glasses off. I realized I had married an abusive man…again. I had repeated my mistakes. He was by no means as bad, but damn.. After much agonizing and soul searching, and many many months I left him. That is when I moved into my own place for the first time.
I am still the scared person but I have hope. I have reached the point that I can say, “I no longer want to settle. If I can’t have what I want: a good man who treasures me, who likes me, who values me…well, then I’d rather stay by myself.”
This is ME…healing.
Love you all, stay strong…
Butterflies are free and so are we. 🙂
Dupey Dippity Doo – 🙂
Dear Missouri Jewel,
YES!!!! I REMEMBER YOUR STORY NOW! At the time I was really really horrified at what your mother did to you! I am so glad that you are doing well and that you have crossed over from being a victim to being a SURVIVOR!
Yea, it is difficult to see our own parts in the dance and to finally decide that we will no longer dance to someone else’s music. It is an ONGOING PROCESS, not a “destination” that we can “reach” and all is well. It is LIFE, and we learn as we go!
Glad that my writings have been of comfort and benefit to you. I finally decided to “come out of the closet” and to post my writings under my name! I am so tired of hiding the SHAME of someone else’s bad behavior. Intellectually, I knew –always knew—that the shame was not mine, but I had been so trained to accept the shame and to HIDE THE FAMILY SHAME that it was very very VERY difficult for me to stand up and expose that and not FEEL that shame as my own.
I had a woman I met recently talk to me about her own “family shame” that she had kept secret for so long. She asked me “how many kids do you have?” and “where do they live, etc.” and I said WHERE my P son lived and why. Not a lot of details, just the FACTS. She said that she was born during WWII and her father didn’t see her til came home when she was 2 years old, and found her neglected and covered with sores. The dad took her and got a NO CONTACT order for her mother, took her to live with her grandmother and him and raised her alone. She said when people asked about her mother she was ashamed and would tell them “My mother is dead.” She felt ASHAMED.
You know, we do NOT have to own that shame, or that blame, and it takes some of us longer than others to catch on to that idea. LOL I am finally “getting it” but it has indeedy been a long hard road. I think that we learn what we need to learn when we are READY to learn it, and not a minute before. So I am just glad that I finally am learning. Life is much nicer now really, and at the FIRST sign of someone being toxic I cut them off at the KNEES, NO CONTACT….and ignore the smear campaign…don’t give them the satisfaction of knowing that they are even effecting me. Actually, most of the time, I could totally CARE LESS, because they are not nearly as important in my life as they would like to think they are. LOL
Glad you are back here, Missouri Jewel, hope you will stay around and share some of your hard won wisdom. God bless.