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
I wish I could get everyone to read, “The Lover” by Margurete Duras…(not sure of the spelling) It is narrated by an old woman, in her 7o’s, I think, and tells the story of her first love affair at the age of 15, with a Chineise man who is 35. It is post-modern in so much as it flips back and forth between tences, and points of view….but that only supports the ambivalence at it’s very core.
The girl is an incest survivor, and her Mother is severely depressed, even “mad”. The family is traumatized by the older brother….who is sadistic and brutal…power-hungry a spath. The girl tries to protect her younger brother in a co-dependant way.
The family is very poor, but they are White, and French, in French Indochina, so they are the dominant race. The lover is Ch, so is discriminated against, but he comes from a wealthy family.
Her family sets her up to save them from poverty…by engaging in this illicit sexual relationship…though the novella never says that directly…..
It is all very covert, as childhood sexual abuse always is, and leaves it’s trace in the girl as a deep ambivalance.
One of the most interesting things to me, is that, while the old woman telling the story remembers herself as the one in a position of power…she sees her lover as weak, and sees herself as a seductress. But even as she does this, she presents the memory of a 15 year old girl who both loves and detest the lover her family is using for their survival.
It perfectly illustrates how incest survivors are traumatized, and what they do to survive that knowledge.
Kim there is no such thing as an incest survivor, just victims..and I dont live a victims life but all the same, you dont get over that – some victims just check out …
Kim,
Sounds like a book with lovely writing but as a victim, I find it hard to read victim stories. Nothing personal, I don’t read/watch stuff showing war or 9/11 scenes either. It just HURTS me and leaves me feeling helpless. I know there are people who break their necks looking for gore when passing a car accident. Why interject themselves into someones terrible trauma? I don’t get it at all. It’s VERY calloused to me. And b/c it hurts, unless I can get some solution or insight, such books/films are not a genre for me.
Katy, I understand. I feel that way at times, too.
This was a book I read for a class in College…about Post-Modernism. This book was oddly validating, even though the subject matter is sad and tragic…I felt that their was somebody out there who got it. Someone understood the ambivalance, the sorrow, the yearning, the desire.
I think this is probably my favorite book of all time…I saw myself in it’s pages, and tried to mimac the very powerful writing style of Margurite Duras.
I know Hen’s. I rarely talk about my abuse either. I think it might be even harder for men to talk about than it is for women, and yes, the effects are profound.
Hope you weren’t insinuating that I am a calloused rubber-necker injecting myself into anothers trauma, cause I liked the book, but if so, suit yourself.
No Kim,
I talked about myself and where my head was at re: your invitation to a book that everyone should read. It was NOT a judgement on you. Please, a little empathy instead of anger?
You are making more insinuations about my lack of empathy, and are assuming to know my feelings….that’s pretty manipulitive and arrogant, I think. Done.
Kim
WHen you said, “suit yourself”, yes I took that as an expression of anger. If I was mistaken in my assumption and that was intended as something else, I apologize for my misinterpretaiton and misunderstanding. No insinuation was intended. Please tell me what “suit yourself” meant if it wasn’t an expression of anger so I get it right?
MY response about the invitation that ALL should read your recommended book was about how my pain keeps me from certain genre of books/films. And yes, I did ask you for a little empathy that I feel such pain. But your response, when I further explained my pain and asked for empathy, it appears you call me maniputive and arrogant. HOw is asking for empathic understanding being manipulative and arrogant? And… I am assuming the word “done” is dismissive? So if I’ve got that wrong too, please help me to understand, b/c I sincerely want to get things right.
Constantine,
Hey yes I am so enjoying my dance class. Yesterday we did the Tango and it was sublime!!! My class is at the same centre that houses my gym. A senior community. I am one of the youngsters there. My city lowered the qualifying age so more boomers can take advantage. This is what causes all the trouble-that I am one of the youngest females there. Oh my.. as Hens would say 🙂
My sis (the retired criminal investigator) had a very interesting perception about the gym. She pointed out that gyms attract a lot of narcs. I was like DUH I guess I hadn’t connected the dots. Now, I am more alert. There really are very nice people there. I have recently met a very nice man closer to my own age who still works full time and knows my sister in law very well. He works out there regularly. We are getting to know each other and since he has been “vetted” by my SIL I feel a bit of a green light. We are taking it very slow. Friends first.
Isn’t is strange how immobilized we can became from trauma bonds? I would say that with the turd AT LEAST EVERYONE KNOWS HE”S A TURD. I wanted that bad boy and well I got him.
What really was insidious was the psychologist who came across as a lovable Charlie Brown who was always getting the football pulled away from him (I think he was projecting himself onto his ex wife). Waaa poor baby. He sucked me in to mollycoddle him and then when he was done he created a crisis and left me to do the dirty work. When I asked for closure he continually thumbed his nose at me by refusing to acknowledge my need for said closure and he dismissed me with “the end”… very very destructive thing to do to someone who was supposedly a true love.
I would have NEVER expected that from him. He was in no way, a turd (or so I thought). Funny how synchronicity works: like my experience at the mall (not a coinkidink at tall at tall) I have a very good friend who went on holiday to Spain. There she met a woman from Ireland FROM HIS VILLAGE/SUBURB. It has a very unusual name . That woman got to talking Irish men with my friend who mentioned my guy and she was one of his exes!!! She said to tell me “he’s a first class ass!” CLEAR ACROSS THE WORLD!! WOW, there really is a Divine Being!!
I considered him the love of my life, but my life is not over 🙂
Sky, something you said here:
“Allowing ourselves to see the truth about a close relative or lover is hard. For you to acknowledge what you saw” that couldn’t have been easy. The pieces of the puzzle just fall into place if we stop refusing to see the big picture.”
So gawd awful true. When turd told me he used to, as a child, spy on his “favorite” uncle and aunt, having sex and his teasing his little 4 yo granddaughter about her vagina, well that was the beginning of the end for me. That puppy is sick. End of story. Yet the trauma bond wants to continue to have a strangle hold on me. This is why I come here and write out the worst stuff about him so I can re-read it and look at it and say gawd almighty WHAT A SICKO. Run Forrest Run!!