Reviewed by Joyce Alexander, RNP (retired)
Cold-Blooded Kindness: Neuroquirks of a Codependent Killer, or Just Give Me a Shot at Loving You, Dear, and Other Reflections on Helping That Hurts is the tongue-in-cheek title of this book by Barbara Oakley, with a foreword by David Sloan Wilson. It belies the serious research and investigation done by this remarkable, highly educated and acclaimed woman.
Oakley is associate professor of engineering at Oakland University in Michigan, and her work focuses mainly on the complex relationship between neurocircuitry and social behavior. The list of her varied experiences reads like fiction ”¦ she worked for several years as a Russian language translator on Soviet fishing trawlers in the Bearing Sea during the height of the Cold War. She met her husband while working as a radio operator at the South Pole station in Antarctica. She went from private to Regular Army captain in the U.S. military, and is also a fellow of the American Institute of Medical and Biological Engineering.
In Cold-Blooded Kindness, along with a project called Pathological Altruism (forthcoming book by the same name this year), Oakley was investigating if altruism could be taken to the extreme and become pathological and harmful.
Some “researchers” have, for what they thought was the “greater good,” slanted their research to show what they believed was an altruistic motive. For example, many people have heard about the “battered woman syndrome,” and how it is now incorporated into laws in many states as a mitigating factor in cases where women wound or kill the men who have battered (or supposedly battered) them. What isn’t known, though, is that the “research” into this “syndrome” was badly flawed. The researcher was a woman who was so intent on doing the “greater good” of protecting abused women, that her altruism caused her to slant her studies, and anyone who pointed out that her research was suspect, was in fact, “blaming the victim,” and therefore, evil.
Oakley points out that she started to seek out a person who appeared to be altruistic to the point that it became harmful, but her own research led her to see the situation differently than she had planned.
She started investigating a Utah woman and artist named Carole Alden, who had “been abused” and had killed that abusive husband, Marty Sessions. But the book really isn’t so much about Alden murdering Sessions, for which she ended up in prison, but about how Carole Alden, though presenting herself as the ultimate altruist (rescuing animals and people), was instead, the ultimate abuser.
The examination of the human brain, and the social interactions of children, and the development of empathy and altruism in children, are explored. Both the social and the genetic aspects of these are gone into in depth.
Oakley explores “co-dependency” and “enabling” behaviors and calls for more actual research into these areas, especially concerning possible sex hormone links and to genetics. She also points out while little, if any, real research has been done on “battered women syndrome,” and it is not accepted in the DSM-IV, it is accepted in many state statutes.
Oakley never comes out and actually says Carole Alden is a psychopath (though the word is used and described in the book itself), but Oakley’s book describes Carole Alden’s behavior relative to the Psychopathic Check List-Revised. It shows that while Carole presented herself to others as a victim of circumstances, and as altruistic to the nth degree, she was, in fact, a controlling, manipulative, using, abusing, pathological liar, who took in dozens, if not hundreds, of stray animals. She cared for them poorly in most cases, but better than she cared for her own children.
It is also possible that Carole is a serial killer, as there are two other deaths of men she was involved with that were “suspicious” in their very nature.
When Oakley was corresponding with Carole Alden, she was convinced by the letters that Carole Alden was the personality she was seeking for her thesis of “altruism gone too far,” and that Carole was indeed the victim of this. Upon meeting Carole though, in prison, Oakley began to see the real situation. When she investigated the family, the crime, the real history of Carole Alden, not just the self-serving tales of how everyone abused her, Oakley began to see the malignancy. Carole changed her story, came to believe her own lies, and slanted all aspects of “truth,” even in the face of evidence to the contrary.
Not only is this a history of one pathological woman who murdered one man and possibly more, and who abused and neglected her children, it is about the personality disordered in general who present themselves as victims, when in fact, they are at best—co-victims/co-abusers with their partners.
Oakley is not “blaming” legitimate victim, but seeking to find the common thread in some partners (women and men) who participate to one degree or another with the abuse they endure. She is seeking a way to educate and warn these people so that the abuse can be prevented.
While Carole Alden took in a series of ex-convict men, who were addicts, to “cure” and “fix” them, which appeared to be altruistic in nature, in fact, it was anything but altruistic. It supplied Carole with her “professional victim” and “professional altruistic” persona that she was seeking to establish. What caused this in Carole, when her parents and other siblings were apparently normal and highly functioning members of society?
I tend to underline and highlight important passages in my books as I read, and I finally gave up trying with this book, as the first 100 pages are almost all day-glow yellow.
This is a highly readable book, and I am anxiously awaiting the arrival of one of Oakley’s previous books. I will also be one of the first in line to buy her upcoming one Pathological Altruism. I highly recommend that anyone who is seriously trying to figure out how we (former victims) are alike, and how the fake altruism of some psychopaths works, read this book.
Cold-Blooded Kindness on Amazon.com
Sky,
WOW! What an interesting and insightful response!
Your knowledge of spaths is absolutely amazing to me.
LL
WOW! Thank you! I’m begining to see everyone as a spath first! Then they have to prove themselves as normal. Now, with my first encounter with people, I give them a compliment & then see how they respond. Funny to see how easy the spaths eat up a compliment. That’s how I’m keeping myself knowing a spath, so I can get away from them. As for my spath, since I no longer exist, he will never hear from me again, & I know the spath wants contact, but I no longer want the drama.
Again, I’d like to shout it out, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!
TY, sky for the feedback
It was hard not to notice it. As soon as someone started to talk, he’d be looking around, sometimes even interrupting to make a comment. First time it happened, I stopped talking and gave him feedback I saw no reason to talk if he was not going to pay attention. He told me then that he was hearing what I was saying anyway.
I never truly tested this on purpose, nor would he repeat at verbatim. But in a later conversation or event where what I had said had reference to it would become apparent that he had heard it.
And he would do it not just to me, but to everyone talking to him indiscriminately, which was why I assured my parents to not take it personal.
So, I’m not sure he did as some type of child’s play. Now, knowing what he is, I think of it as a byproduct of his thrill seeking and his ability to at least mentally multi task on getting info from people as well what was happening around him in the environment. It probably bored him to focus on just one person.
He complained a lot about being bored.
Darwinsmom. Oh yes, the boredom. They need to have ‘input’ constantly. Or maybe we should say ‘drama’, because after all that’s what they thrive off. They need that drama to feel alive.
darwinsmom,
they all complain about being bored. I think they are misinterpreting bored with some kind of anxiety.
There is a french term: ennui, which has a different meaning from bored. It means : oppressive boredom of the type that makes you feel like you can’t breathe. Your mind races, you feel like you’re going to die.
I had a professor that made me feel that way. I seriously felt I was going to die in his class! It was quite the feeling!
Anyway, the psychopath is like that when he isn’t getting stimulated. That’s why they are always creating drama. Their heads are ALWAYS in the process of making up stories, figuring out how they are affecting other people, wondering what people think of them.
I didn’t know that was a red flag. I once checked on a psychopath profile list, and it mentioned the need for incentives, but it did not say “they complain about boredom”. I could see the P needed a lot of incentive, but i saw it as “he’s younger than I, and at that age I loved to mingle couple of times a week.”
It’s funny though…. how people have suggested to me that it may have just been drug addtiction, and yet I never felt he was addicted to alcohol or coke at all, only to weed. The weird thing is that pot is mostly psychologically addictive, while alcohol and coke are the hard drugs. He could leave alcohol alone well enough. He had no urge to drink at the house, just the pot. It was just that when he went out, he could take in a massive amount and keep going, and on the buzz of it, he would keep going. Though at times he would go get a bottle of water. Only when others finally would go to bed, and every place was dead then he came home to look for some excitement at home (sex, or unnerving me). To me he was a social drinker, but one who took it into the extreme. As for the coke, he loved nothing better than to share it with others, rather than keep it for himself. He knew the tourists would like it, and it was a way to get them hooked.
I haven’t posted in quite awhile but do, from time to time, log on to read, read, read which helps me tremendously!
What a great article! I am going out tomorrow to try and find the book!
So much of this describes my sociopath perfectly!
She was indeed one who set herself up to look like the victim! Loved showing people how much she adored animals, no one ever knew that it was me she called to clean up two of the one’s who didn’t make it. The first was a dead hamster, laying on the staircase lifeless as she wept infront of her children. The second, the family dog that she sat a foot away from rocking back and forth sobbing and repeating it’s name over and over, completely incoherent, again, as her three children stood weeping and watching. Yep, it was mean, heartless me that calmed the children in both situations. Asking for a box and tissue to make the hamster comfortable enough to go to heaven. Then with the dog, telling her to pull it together for the children’s sake, asking the kids to get a sheet to cover the puppy… Yep, heartless, hard, careless, emotionless me. At least that is what she wanted others to think. Especially my husband!
About the children. When no one was around to impress the kids would go to school with their hair unbrushed. If there were a reason though, their hair would be washed, brushed, curled and hairsprayed. I once cleaned her little girls nails because they were so long and filthy. The sociopaths response…’well, she will never let me do that, I’m so surprised she let you…’ Infront of me, and most likely only me, she would tell her four year old to clean up the dogs poo. The kids rooms were filthy, that is, when no one was coming over. She yelled a screamed behind closed doors but was PTA everything. I could go on and on…
Anyway, didn’t mean to begin rambling but sometimes I can’t stop it from coming out!
One more thing! ‘Everyday’ Female Sociopaths, or whatever you would like to refer to them as, are incredibly dangerous to other women, men and especially children! Sisters, beware of what could possibly infiltrate your life, try to take over your existence while she smiles the entire time she is doing it!
Still trying to understand,
I ordered it off amazon used books….you can find just about anything there. It is a GREAT book, and I am reading “Evil Genes” now which is by the same author and is also GREAT! Sharp woman, and she has a P-sister so she GETS IT about psychopaths!
She has another book coming out in August, I can’t wait for it!
Darwinsmom,
Thanks a lot for the thoughtful response to my question about “high-functioners” vs. “low-functioners” – you made several excellent points worth pondering on. Of course, I suppose you could always push the question back one step further and ask, “Why is one type highly motivated and ambitious where the other is lazy and indifferent?” – and so on. However, eventually you probably just have to draw an arbitrary line and take certain things as given (i.e., simply attributing some of these behaviors to peculiarities of temperament, and so forth.)
Nevertheless, Skylar made an excellent point awhile back, which was basically, “Why should the mere lack of empathy necessarily translate into the positive manifestation of evil?” Indeed, everyone always just assumes that the lack of empathy is the root – or close to the root – cause of sociopathy. But I’m not quite satisfied with this explanation. Ditto the idea that things like pathological lying, manipulation, life-destroying cons, etc. are simply by-products of short attention spans and ennui. At any rate, it seems to me that a person without empathy should have at minimum a 50/50 shot at being a good – or at least an indifferent human being. But perhaps that’s just the result of having gone through the “spathmill” myself! That is, I can’t help but feel that I was dealing with something positively bad and evil, as opposed to the mere “lack” of something – be it empathy, conscience or whatever. Thus, I almost feel the need to employ metaphysical language to convey what happened – as opposed to the more prosaic terminology of psychiatry and psychology (genes, empathy deficiency, etc.)
At any rate, I hope you’re hanging in there Superkid – it will get better, that much is guaranteed. But give yourself a break! Being spathed is a fundamentally life-altering experience: you were taken apart and now it’s the long slow process of putting yourself back together. I forget the original context, but there is a phrase “ontological shock” (as long as we’re utilizing philosophical jargon!) – which I think describes the “spath-trauma” perfectly. That is, we are foced to view not just ourselves, but reality itself in a fundamentally different way. What we thought was real isn’t real; what we thought was good isn’t good; up is no longer up and down is no longer down, etc. etc. – and how could that not be painful? But if you hold out and keep nc, the pain will start to recede (practically speaking, in about three months you will feel noticeably better); and pretty soon the sun will come out and the little birds will even start chirping again! Yes, Superkid, there is life after being spathed! – and it’s as good or better than before. But for now you have to stick to the basics: eat, breathe, sleep, move around a little every day – and always do a few of those small chores that you don’t feel like doing! It’s only by keeping busy and preoccupied with that stuff that you give Time a chance to mend your heart – and I promise you that it will. – Best of luck to you in the meantime.
Darwinsmom, Like you, I have always had a cat in my life. They have continiously provided me with comfort and unconditional love. My first was a resued Siamese who thought that I was her kitten. She never had a ltter, even though she was not spayed. She was so protective of me, she jumped out of a closet and attacked my father when he was tickling me and I was squeeling frantically.
She played hide and seek with me, and slept with me every night til she died when I was 17.
I’ve had many, many cats, since then. Boot-camp, Sugar, Goucho, Magic Scout, and now Pinky-doodle.
Pets can provide something that other humans can’t, I think. They love us unconditionally. Humans never do (in my opinion).
I read your post from a day or two ago about chakras and healing and found it very interesting. I share some of your beliefs and values. Thanks.
Just wante to introduce myself, and say HI.