Con artists are a special category of sociopaths. In fact, most if not all are also psychopaths. If you were tricked by a con artist, I would say you are in good company, since all three of the authors on this blog were also fooled by con artists! This week one of our readers posted her story as a comment to ASK DR. LEEDOM: FAQ #1 “Why is this so hard for us mentally?” Her post illustrates many of the important characteristics of a con:
In 1998 I was ripped off by a con artist, whom I met through a personal ad. I was going through a very serious depression at the time, and that’s when I met him. He seemed like a breath of fresh air, very intelligent, different than other men I had met. He seemed very supportive of me, and what I was going through with my depression.
He asked me “what are your goals”. I realize now, that this is how he tricked me – into believing that he was going to help me achieve a few things—I said I wanted to move into a home – he helped me find a home – but guess who was paying the high rent of the home??? ME. Once I moved in with him, he had COMPLETE control of me, and was using my credit. He convinced me to order a variety of credit cards, and buy all types of things for this home that we were living in, stating that he had money invested in the stock market that would take care of it all.
When I look back on it now, I realize how stupid I was, but at the time, I was going through a very serious depression, was not thinking clearly, and allowed this jerk to manipulate me. He would go into these screaming rages, and this is one of the ways he controlled and intimidated me into doing what he wanted.
We were only together for six months, because when the money ran out, he was gone. While I was out of town, he took off, and moved a lot of the possessions (which I paid for) out of the house.
I had to declare bankruptcy, my good credit was ruined, and I lost an apartment that I had paid for – as he convinced me to take out a mortgage on my apartment & he would invest the money for me, and I would get an excellent return on the money.
I was too devastated to pursue the guy in a civil law suit, and am trying to move on with my life – this happened almost 9 years ago, but still remains fresh in my memory as though it were only yesterday.
How does one ever get over the heartache of being taken by a con artist??
The first thing to notice is that con artists target vulnerable people they meet in settings like ads or the internet. In my case, I was a single mother who was still healing from the loss of a relationship, and I met him through the internet. Depression, anxiety and losses make people vulnerable.
The second thing to notice is that con artists sense what lovers are looking for and pretend to be that person. In particular, they pretend to be emotionally intelligent and caring. They are also charming and fun to be with. The fun part serves to relieve sadness in a person suffering from depression or getting over a loss.
The third and most important thing to notice is that con artists play upon our dreams. I had an experience identical to this woman’s. One day shortly after our marriage my husband asked me, “If you could do anything in the world you wanted to do, what would you do?” I told him I would start a substance abuse clinic where people could receive needed treatment irrespective of their ability to pay. My husband then said, “I’ve accomplished my own goals, now I am going to make your dream come true for you”¦”
Con artists know when they get your dreams they get you. They then simply do the Bait and Switch Game. You see, they bait you with your dream then switch to something else. They do the switch slowly and subtly over time. Psychologically, the victim doesn’t want to see the switch because then he/she would have to give up on the dream.
By far the most painful, difficult aspect of healing for me has been the fact that my dream (which was basically altruistic) was used to hurt me. Many victims just want a stable, happy family for their children. When these motives, which come from goodness, are used for evil, the effect is particularly damaging. I think that con artists do this damage intentionally, trying to actually murder by suicide. They are on such a power trip, they get enormous pleasure from destroying people. That is a subject for a later post.
So how do you get over having been conned? First don’t give up on your dreams. In my case, the dream changed. I realized that if I worked at it, I could prevent many more cases of mental illness or addiction than I could ever personally treat. Thus my dream transformed into something else.
Second, don’t give up yourself. Your dreams reflect important values and qualities you have. Even though it is very painful to have these used against you, it is even more painful to lose yourself. Don’t let the con artist take any more from you than he/she already has.
Lastly, have the courage to keep working on your vulnerabilities. If depression made you vulnerable, stay in treatment. If loss and loneliness made you vulnerable, work to find more healthy outlets. Take good care of yourself, don’t abuse substances, be sure to exercise and eat right. Write down new goals for yourself and make a little progress in those goals every day. Lastly, give yourself positive messages about making progress and being the good person you are. If you are doing all these things be patient, better times are just ahead.
From the depths of my heart I hated you
But couldn’t bring myself to leave
Should I blame it on stupidity or just being naive?
Repeatedly you abused and degraded me,
Taking what was never yours
Metaphorically you were a pimp
I lowered myself to one of your whores
You robbed me of my soul
Made me lose sight of my words
Had me thinking I deserved no better
Than misery and hurt.
Blatant disrespect was constant
I became numb to the pain
Begged and begged you to be different
It was always in vain.
Hated the very sight of you
Why I kept looking is unknown
Feared being in your presence
More afraid to be alone
Darkness lingered from your past
You brought no brighter day
Prayed you’d die in your sleep
Or I’d get the courage to walk away.
Finally found the nerve
To escape you and your hellish crimes
But you were bound and determined
You’d hurt me one more time.
How you bruised my spirit and tortured me
It sickens me to recall
But as god and Karma prevail
I’ll rise and whatever you touch shall fall.
Sara Monette
Narcissist for a Day
By James A. Phillips
I woke one day, in a terrible way
Short with my children and not caring for their needs in anyway
Not talking with my wife, oh what a pig she is
She is always that way
Not seeing how special I am in everyway
Getting ready for work, thinking how they don’t see me, oh the wonderful me!
Why, should I care about them in any oh way!
Going to work, I saw people who are fools
Just like tools that I can use and use
Not seeing how special and great I am and will always be
These objects are just for my fun and wants for what ever I need.
At work, I talked with Andy, oh what a fool he can be
taken my position that was promise to me
Why can’t Andy see, that it was meant for me
I’m so special, not like Andy can ever be
I came home oh, what a horrible day for me
Why can’t they see the wonderful me
I cuss at my children, so selfish they can be
My wife I told her I don’t need you and don’t
want you with me You are just a pig, not
special like me
The room got dark and numbest surrounded me
No feeling of love or caring for me
No one would talk or look at me
Oh, dear God what is happening to me
Awoke in a sweat wanting someone to hold me
Oh, what a horrible dream that happen to me
A Nightmare no, no not a dream
A Nightmare it had to be
How horrible it must be
To be a narcissist being in everyway and everyday
Oh no that’s not for me in any oh way
No, I love my children who are so
Special to me in their own special way
My wife so sweet and so kind to my children and me
Loving and special to us in all and each one in their own way
Oh no dear Lord, that’s not for me in any oh way
A narcissist I can never be not even for a day
Getting over a con is not easy. It is hard, but it is doable.
I shifted my dreams since my life with the Don Juan of Con turned out to be a farce. It is hard, when your life seemed to be perfect, and it comes crashing down around you.
As a victim, I am responsible for my security, my sense of self. No one else. I have found out that getting the con man prosecuted for the crimes he did, is harder than chewing on a hard chunk of candy.
It took 4 years, the first year I tried to contact the victim. I did not get her. HIS sister tried, no success. We called the police department, and faxed them all kinds of paperwork. No response. By then I was dealing with the nightmare of debts, homelessness, finding another job, and other crisises that hit me. I was too busy focusing on surviving.
I ,also found that there were not any resources for victims on the internet, at the time that I was searching for help.
Then in 2005 a surprise came, they caught him, arrested him, and several victims’ world came crashing down on them.
Con men target not just women, but businessmen, men, associates ,for they have no qualms about taking money, and destroying lives.
I started my blog, because, there is life after a bad choice. I choose not to be a victim, and started the petition for the National Database of Marriages and Divorces. You see con persons; both men and women, use false identities, and if we had a database of Marriages and Divorces, that would tie into the Social Security Database, the false social security numbers would be red flagged, the multiple marriages would be flagged, and other victims will be saved. Your dreams ,you had with your con are not the same dreams. Dream and set your goals that will give you the greatest of satisfaction. I have made a positive out of a negative: Stop crime. Getting over being conned can be done, and yes, you will have scars but at least it is a hard lesson learned. Surround yourself with family, and friends that are true friends. Know in your heart of hearts you can spot a con from now on. Good Luck. Life is for the living, and think of this: Con artists never really live. They have no emotions and therefore are the ‘walking dead’.
This is a very interesting article because my last husband, whom I was with for 9 yrs destroyed many lives. I often wondered if there was a “murder by suicide”. Interestingly enough, my ex’s father and son both committed suicide and there was a time when I wanted to because of him. Other friends of his have died, received DWI’s or met some other ill fate after being with him on a night of hard partying. I’ve actually watched in horror as he egged vulnerable people on to do drugs and poor down shots of hard liquor at his urging. He has done it to me. I can’t believe that some people cannot see through him and it’s frustrating as he still continues to have a relationship with my 20 year old son (his stepson). It scares me to think what he will do when he turns 21 and can legally go to bars (which happens to be my ex’s favorite past-time). He has even gone so far as to befriend my other ex (the kid’s dad)!! The whole experience has left me mentally and financially drained. I came down with PTSD and acute paranoia in which I’ve been in treatment for. I’d love to move but my youngest is only 14 and I want to be there for him and make sure that he is not ruined by these awful men in his life.
Please everyone help push for the national marriage data base. It is important to fight the con artists who are growing in number because of the internet. Thanks Donnalayne!
What about the Internet? How do all these membership sights that make a huge profit stop sociopaths and narcissists. It’s a virtual playground for these rancid souls that allows them to continue destroying the lives, hopes and dreams of all the victims they prey on.
I met my socio/narcis on the Internet and he has duped, to my knowledge, 10 other women, who are all successful, over 40 and looking for a life partner. He makes himself out to be this well read, compassionate, single father with a beautiful house he is renovating all in the hopes of making a lovely little home with the woman of his dreams. That’s his hook. And you think you’ve finallly found the man who will make your long awaited dreams come true. He works from a well rehearsed script and he gets woman after woman to fall for it with cute emails, invitations to his house, immediate phone calls, this amazing and quick “connection,” and sparkling conversation. Little do these unsuspecting women know they are being conned by a master who has no education, lies about all his travel and tastes and who will slowly and insidiously turn into a monster. And he does this all in a few clicks on some Internet sight. It’s sickening how easy it is for him.
My point is, this is abuse and should be reported to companies like match.com, but any woman who does that risks looking like a bitter ex hellbent on revenge. Rather, women should help eachother avoid all this horror. I would have given anything to know the truth about him before I got involved and snared. It just isn’t right, but the stealthy sociopath always slinks under the radar, don’t they.
I just don’t get it. Billions of dollars are made in this online dating industry that I now realize is just a shooting gallery. If anyone is reading this in Los Angeles beware the tall man bearing compliments, gifts and Italian sportscars……he is out to ruin your life.
I am a member of a private group for healing after being taken in by a narcissist/sociopath. This very week we were discussing how “murder by suicide” is one of their goals.
I did attempt suicide and the reaction to this was very bizarre from the con sociopath I was involved with. He proceeded three days afterwards to feign caring by saying he was going to help me with my pain. What did he do? He sent me fifty valliums and ten percocets in the mail!! Now what kind of person thinks it’s a good idea to send a depressed, suicidal woman that amount of those particular kinds of pills.
I don’t take drugs and he knew that and I also, was not on any medication at the time. Why??? I was so fogged and down at the time and so overwhelmed psychologically that it did not hit me till later that my abuser was actually trying to keep me from telling by doing that.
He was up for a job working with mentally ill people and just shortly before that I had tried to warn them about what he really was. I.E. he conned me totally. He told me he had a son dying of cancer and got into a very, very serious relationship with me. Took money for “medical bills” while getting me into VERY serious debt. I lost every thing I had worked hard for all my life.
When I did not actually die he became more abusive!! Saying to me “OH JUST SUCK IT UP AND TAKE IT LIKE A WOMAN!!” and in a very smarmy hateful tone “OH aren’t YOU the sicky and depressed one?” that was it. No “I”m so sorry you got that down, don’t ever do that again!” Nothing…..the abusive remarks, hatefulness escalated after I tried to kill myself.
You tell me what you call that??
At any rate, in our group we talked about how this scene is not uncommon. I wasn’t the only one who said “I Know he meant for me to die, and was trying to push me to that on purpose.’
So my question is….when does this become a crime!!!!!!!
It’s not “just” the being conned about their entire background, the scam etc. It’s the love bombing, the psychological games that pull you in and the abusive ones that follow. The rages when you are down and out…..and it never, ever stops. I was at the point where I was afraid to speak to him at all as I was so close to the edge and just couldn’t take one more vicious remark. The above comments he made to me were MILD, VERY MILD compared to the other things he deliberately said to me. EX: ” I will put your sons picture on gay mens sex web sites you bitch!!!!” Very common for him to make these types of remarks and I was afraid of him beyond words at the end.
These N’s and P’s are out there and at first they come off as the best thing that ever happened to you. All I can say is read this site and learn ALL the red flags. I do NOT have a back ground of abusive relationships but, when I met this guy I was still grieving the loss of someone close to me in my family. WATCH OUT!! Nobody you have never met is going to be THAT perfect and overly believable, overly plausible in the face of minor incongruity. NOBODY is going to offer you up all that dream spinning unless something is not right. Pay attention closely! I am NOT a dumb woman….yet I totally lost myself and getting away from this man was like getting out of a cult.
I wish this issue was far, far more high profile than it is. My Xabuser N is still out there.
P.S. I hope that database becomes international. I don’t live in the states anymore and neither does the X sociopath who targeted me!!
You know, I really had no idea what a sociopath was until I was literally in a torando spiraling down at 100 miles per hour. It’s been over a year now since it happened and I’m still just as wounded, just as heart-broken as then. I still cry almost every day.
I found this website and I am amazed at the strong similarities that my ex-husband and the sociopaths have. If there was ever any question in my mind, it has definitely been confirmed here, by reading these stories.
I met him in Jan. 2004 and it was a whirlwind romance. He was the perfect charmer and he seemed like the perfect man. For my Valentine’s Day gift (three weeks later) he gave me a trip to Mexico (which was traded in for a honeymoon trip to Maui for August). Little did I know that everyone who dated him got a trip to some destination!
He had all of the traits that I have read about sociopaths. I just wish I had known about them at the time. Like many, I could kick myself now for being so stupid. I didn’t realize it but the red flags were popping up like a runway to the exit door. When it was over, I was devastated and very close to suicide. I won’t deny that I thought about it very seriously on more than one occasion.
One thing that really got my attention was the comment that one of their goals is “murder by suicide”. You see, I was the second wife for my (ex)husband. His first wife did commit suicide on Halloween 1997. He told me what he had done to her the day it happened. He stormed into her office in the morning and told her to get her (bleep) out of his house. She left at lunch and killed herself. He had his story, his alibi and he clearly laid all of the blame on her. The longer I knew him, the less I believed his story and guess what his favorite holiday is…Halloween. He has Halloween parties every year!
After all the “crap” I had dealt with him (lies, ex-girlfriends, flirting -even with other men, sneaking onto the Internet at night after I fell asleep). To the public he was the most charming, polite man you would ever meet but I clearly saw the reasons she committed suicide.
I have always believed that he was trying to get me to kill myself. He was pushing me. It was ALL about him. No one else. Luckily I had friends who stood by me. Thank you for shedding some light on an area where I thought no one else understood. I have no idea what “justice” there is for sociopaths because this guy still has blood on his hands. He’s out there still. Living in my home, dating someone new and having fun.
Do they ever have to “do time” for these crimes? This guy is a murderer! What does it take and how do we enforce the fine?
My goodness, this is a rather timely topic for me.
You see, I will soon be homeless. I would rather be dead than have to live on the street. I don’t know yet if I will make it. But one thing that stops me from committing suicide so far, is that is what he wants. He didn’t manage to quite kill me, so leaving me destitute and in the most hurtful way ever was his next best ploy.
He didn’t even have to figure out how to hurt me. Over the years, I confessed my deepest fears to my “best friend”. Over the years, he became almost my only friend. When he left, his lies took all but one of the people I had thought were friends. These were MY friends, he never made any on his own, although in public he is charismatic and charming. No one believes what he is. I didn’t, until the day he left. I’m still learning what a con man he was.
When I met him, my father was dying a slow lingering death, I was just out of a bad relationship, but I was pulling myself together. Health problems were getting me down, but I was trying to find the answers to those too.
He was perfect. Gentle, sweet, caring, helping me with my health research, taking care of me when no one had ever done before. As my health got worse, he kindly took over managing all the money, even though I knew he was bad at it, and eventually had control over all my medications. He picked them up at the pharmacy, handed them out to me and I, trusting fool, swallowed whatever he handed me. After all, he loved me, took me to all my doctors appointments, although he no longer took the least interest in helping my find solutions to my health problems. In fact, he was no longer taking care of anything, but I was too sick to do anything about it. Some of those little pills weren’t exactly what the doctor ordered. I KNEW the difference between being chemically depressed and regular emotional depression, and I couldn’t figure out why the medication had stopped working so drastically. I was coming closer and closer to suicide, and I didn’t know why. I was loved, right? That’s all I ever wanted. But things kept getting worse, and finally I told him I thought I needed to take care of my own medications. He was gone within 4 days. Soon after he left, I started getting better. My doctor told me he had thought I would be dead within 6 months. I’m sure I would have. He would have loved that, being able to tragically mourn the love of his life. He always made a big deal about taking care of me, what a great guy he was to support (HA!) a sick wife.
His new, on-line girlfriend has cancer. He told me the affair didin’t matter, because she would be dead within a year. Creepy. Thinking back on it, every single woman I know that he dated had health problems. Back when I met him, internet dating hadn’t started. Now, he has a whole new killing field. And no one to stop him.
My best revenge may just be staying alive.