Editor’s note: The following essay was written by the Lovefraud reader “Adelade.”
Without going into a long, drawn-out recollection of my experiences with sociopaths, I wanted to talk about my “Panic Buttons.” The panic buttons are the same as “triggers,” but I tend to panic, so I see them as “panic buttons.”
There is a host of priceless discussion on this site about triggering. I’m one of those types that not only triggers, but I typically fall down a vortex of panic that starts out on the edge of the whirlwind, and I spiral downwards, and inwards, until I’m so disoriented that I don’t know how to get out.
The “reason” that I tend to panic is because of my past experiences with sociopaths and abuse. There was always “hope” that the abuse would stop. It would cease for periods of time and this gave me the false belief that “change” was in the offing. Well, true to form, the abuse would always (without fail) resume and intensify after the lulls.
So, there are certain circumstances that I’ve always reacted to with panic. Now, it wouldn’t begin as full-blown panic anxiety, but it would be a sort of uneasy tickle in my gut that would spiral out of control and, as is most typical, the abuser would capitalize on my discomfort and elevate it to the next level.
Abusive exes
An example of this would be with the first abusive ex-spath. One of our children’s birthdays would be coming up and I would begin to believe that, this year, the father of these children would finally attend to our children of his own accord. He would give the impression that this was to be by talking about birthday parties, gifts, fun, and so forth—my hope for a “normal” event for our children.
As the birthday drew closer, he would begin to complain about not being able to afford a party, or a specific gift, etc. This would dash my hopes for “normality” and begin the panic vortex in a slow spin. In response, I would try to “fix” the situation by any means, to no avail. Then, the vortex would pick up speed and start drawing me in. The demands would begin that I contact my parents to ask for money, or the child wouldn’t even have a birthday cake. If I refused to ask my parents for money, he would begin to “bargain” with me for sexual favors. If I performed an act that he had witnessed in pornographic imagery, he might “get the money together” to buy a birthday cake.
Back and forth, these tactics would go and I would begin to feel panic—I either had to find the money or perform a repulsive sex act. If I were too slow in reacting to the threats, the blame would be placed on my shoulders because I didn’t “care enough” about our children to “obey” my husband. Then, the beatings would begin, and the vortex of panic would be unstoppable. Invariably, I ended up calling my parents and begging for birthday money. After the money arrived, it would be a “honeymoon” of sorts where the children would be showered with gifts, clothing, food, and birthday cakes – but, never a party.
Fast forward to the second marriage. This panic vortex always began with finances, and the second ex-spath was well aware of these issues because I had told him of my experiences with the first ex-spath. Because the second ex-spath was not physically abusive, it never occurred to me that he was at the main switch to engage the panic vortex and that I was just as easily manipulated by these fears without beatings or sexual abuse. Because the second ex-spath frequently asserted (and, I quote), “I will NEVER abuse you like that,” I believed those words and trusted the second ex-spath’s word was his bond. Well, he was far more subtle, and finances were the primary Panic Button for him to push.
Not obligated to react
Of course, there are other Panic Buttons that can send me off into a full-blown state of anxiety, and there’s no need to list each of them here. But, what I have learned in my first stages of recovery is that I am not obligated to “RE-act” to “bad news” or any given situation.
The most recent example of this was the threat of losing the shell that I live in if I didn’t “participate” in a joint bankruptcy action filed by the second ex-spath. The bankruptcy attorney was retained by the ex-spath and was in a great rush for me to drive to another State, sign papers, and meet with the ex-spath in a joint “credit counseling” meeting that clearly violated the standing Restraining Order. The bankruptcy attorney claimed that he was unaware that I had relocated, or that there was a Restraining Order in place, but that I should “jump on this” because it was a “freebie” and would relieve me of all debts. This attorney also minimized the Restraining Order by saying (again, I quote) “The credit counseling would be allowed.”
I’m not going to say that I didn’t begin to slip into the Panic Vortex – I sure did. But, several people on LoveFraud.com and in Real Life counseled me to slow down and think, instead of reacting. And, I did this—for the first time in my life, I stopped that vortex and looked at the facts, as they were:
* The ex-spath was declaring bankruptcy for his unsecured debts
* I did not have any unsecured credit with the exception of the balance of an auto loan
* The bankruptcy attorney was not working for me, but had been retained by the ex-spath
* The ex-spath would never, under any circumstances, take any action that would benefit me
* Any time that I feel that I must make a very hurried decision, I make a mistake and I had the distinct feeling that I was being rushed into re-acting, rather than making an educated decision
Back in control
After a time, all of this simmered down and I was back in control of my actions, thoughts, and decisions. And, this one experience became a tremendous lesson to me that my reactions with regard to control go all the way back to my damaged “inner child” that had consistently experienced one disappointment after another, regardless of any assurance that things would “be better” the next time. The origins of the Panic Vortex finally became crystal clear, and the only person that has a finger on the Panic Button is now me. I am not required to panic for any reason, especially those scenarios that are instigated by the ex-spath, or his attorneys. I am no longer “panicked” about the divorce. I am finally beginning to feel a tiny measure of control, and this “feeling” is finally based upon “fact.”
Sure, there are many things over which I have no control, but those things can be addressed through slow, informed, and insightful consideration. I can take action without “RE-acting.” And, I cannot describe how empowering this fact is. This one fact has been a boost to my self-esteem and self-worth to a degree that I cannot describe— I have never, at any point during my lifetime, felt this sense of empowerment.
We each have this ability to manage triggers, anxiety, panic, and our own personal vortexes. It just takes time, practice, discussion, and consideration to take back or even formulate control and power over ourselves, if we’ve never experienced it before. For me, it’s been a lifetime devoid of this, and this has been an incredible epiphany. I can make things happen under my own power, and I can control my level of re-actions when I am able to recognize what the basis for my anxiety is. Are my “feelings” based upon “facts,” or am I reacting? If I stop and examine all of the facts of any given situation, I can determine this. Most often, if I leave the emotion out of the equation, the solution is relatively obvious. If I run on high emotion, then every rock, pebble, or twig presents an obstacle that appears to be insurmountable. This is a new exercise for me, and one that I have never practiced throughout my lifetime.
In spite of all of the ramifications of sociopath entanglements, every day is an eye-opener for me. Even those days when the sky seems to be falling, there is something new for me to learn and experience.
GREAT article, Adelade! Those panic buttons, or triggers, whatever name we want to give to them are there right on our chests and boy do the psychopaths know how to PUSH THOSE BUTTONS to get a response.
That is why NC works, they can not reach the buttons, and Gray rock is like wearing a chest plate of armor over those buttons so they can’t push them, or if they do, they can’t see that they have accomplished anything.
Good for you for not falling for his “jump on this bankruptcy band wagon NOW or it will leave the station” LOL What a crock of carp! Rotten carp at that.
You are right, we must leave the EMOTION out of the equation when we make a decision. MUST do so. Very good advice.
Adele,
So interesting. Good for you! You put your mind to work for you, and found a way around the panic. Not an easy thing to do. I, too, found this to be the real challenge. To get my fight or flight response in the proper perspective, so I didn’t go off half-cocked and make another bad choice (to react, rather than respond). Learning to take our time and slow down, and respect our own process is vital. It is self-loving. So congrats to you for loving yourself.
I also find it interesting that you and Oxy wrote articles that show the two sides of the coin of ‘triggers’. And both are true, and super helpful. And both lead us to the same place: to slow down, let the process become a response to what is real and true for us, and to honor ourselves in our process no matter how painful and anxious we may feel.
Slim
Hey Adelade,
Ain’t it great when we DON’T respond how they expect us to? It’s so empowering. I remember when the guy in the sushi bar explained to me that the spath wanted drama and the dawning realization that this was in fact, all he wanted: my emotions.
Then I knew that I was finally in the driver’s seat of this relationshit. Because only I get to say which emotion, how much or if any, I’ll give out.
And yes, my spath also tried to take my house. Then he asked for the RV, then the coffee maker, then one of my cats. I told him to fuck off.
Skylar 😆
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Yay skylar! 🙂
how do you know which smiley faces work? I seem to be limited to only a couple of buttons.
Adelade
I love this article. I confess to a bit of paranoia. Not that stuff done to me wasn’t real, and that I had REASON to be paranoid. But the afteraffects has been that I was uncertain how to respond to non spath people who didn’t respect my requests, such as “Don’t TELL me what I am thinking, ASK me (b/c I tend to be an open book, a little too open, gullible even, willing to tell the truth even when I don’t know the other person’s agenda.). What I esp liked is you offered a solution, a way of reasoning. And like some other gems, I saved your advice b/c it’s SO relevant for so many situations. Thanks. Will work on learning how to make buttons. I know the keystrokes, it just doesn’t show up as a graphic….
Skylar, as it turned out you needed the house and without it you would have been in much worse shape.
My ex husband got the house…by pretending that we were buying another one and picked it out, put a big down payment on it and so sold the one we lived in and when I got to the signing of the closing of the NEW house in the new town the RE lady told me “Honey didn’t you know he is divorcing you?” I had sent the moving van off a few days before with all my worldly goods except the cat, two suitcases and an old pick up truck. Had no money, just a credit card and in those days you could get a “cash advance” of $350 but nothing was computerized so I went to the banker’s row in Memphis and went from bank to bank getting that $350 each time until closing time for the banks so I had some cash at least and hired a PI to find –he was mentally ill, and his father was the puppet master pulling the strings and now I realize that, and feel sorry for both him and his sister as well as their mother. His dad was a full blown P and I didn’t let him rule me, and he hated me for that. So I had to go. He had broken my husband up with several women he was engaged to BEFORE we got married, but I didn’t find out that til after our marriage.
He paid his child support through the courts but never again saw his sons which was traumatic to them, because he had been a good father.
I realize now that my kids and I both probably had PTSD though our therapist didn’t call it that. But I managed, and went back to school and completed my degree and went to work. Those were not bad years either. I had friends and a good support network that I built from scratch. Had the normal ups and downs of single parenthood and poverty and going to college all at the same time.
In fact, about 18 months after the divorce I was working outside with a water hose and the kids came by and I squirted them and then the three of us were wrestling on the ground, trying to get the hose down each other’s shirt or pants and laughing and laughing, and all of a sudden I had an “ah ha” moment where I realized that WE were laughing and happy again, and it had sort of sneaked up on us, and it was good, and that I doubted my x or his father were happy, or ever would be.
Oxy
What a lovely memory with your boys.
I had the female version. My husbands mother was the puppet master. No way was she letting any woman get her claws into her son. Nosireeee. She ran off all his girlfriends. (she did the same with her brothers, ran off their girlfriends and wives.)
We dated two years before his ma found out about me, not hiding on purpose, but I was an older single mom gone back to get my degree and I didn’t have time, and didn’t think the dating was serious until we were looking at graduation. He popped the question at Christmas and only married quickly b/c my best friend was a farmer and was only available that winter. (RED FLAG When yer boyfriend says his ma wants ya to ask his hand in marriage, and he didn’t realize how ridiculous that was until you laughed in his face b/c you thought he was joking… !!!) If my best friend could have committed to the following year (she didn’t know), I would have waited, and likely we wouldn’t have married.
And like all spaths, my husband’s family helped him hide the smear/discard/dump, I had been removed from bank accounts and our biz and didn’t know it b/c who asks the bank if they are still on an account? The checks I wrote cleared. But they would until the account holder stopped them. I was left destitute. Alone. No friends or family. No surprise I became wary and paranoid of who was going to attack me next.
I admire that you were able to get it together after your first X husband. I think it would be easier for me if I was younger, had my health and youthful energy and I had my baby to focus on and take care of. Not trying to make excuses, just saying it’s easy to say why bother now b/c when alone, there’s no one to care. All this trying in life, to end up like this. I won’t end up with what I worked for, but I will end up with something different and who’s to say different is worse? HAS to be better, there’s no spath!!
Oxy,
the house was always mine. I paid for it, it is in my name, his name is not even registered to the address. He lived in the house with as much right as a parasite has, for 18 years, hidden. He got his mail at mailboxes elsewhere, his drivers license still has the address of a guy he knows in Seattle. His cars were registered elsewhere.
The only people who knew that he lived there, were the minions he brought in to live next door.
My point is, he, like Adelade’s spath tried to use a fear tactic to GIVE him $$ in exchange for letting me have the house. MY HOUSE. He offered not to involve lawyers who would end up taking us both to the cleaners, he said.
For a while I was worried. I posted his threatening email here, on LF, and everyone told me to “lawyer up” fast. I tried talking to lawyers, one of them told me that he was convinced I had been involved with a spy!! Another said he wouldn’t take my case.
The spath, like most cockroaches, didn’t want light being shone on his dark deeds. So his threats were empty. Not to say he won’t come back and kill me, or that he won’t use law enforcement officers to do it, but he won’t use legal avenues. Everything he does HAS to be illegal. Even when he can do something legally, he won’t. He won’t get a pilots license, not because he can’t, he WON’T.
Doing something legally, for the spath, is submitting. He won’t submit. That’s what I can count on.