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
Dear Ana,
TOWANDA FOR YOU, GF!!!!!!
I’m not sure what is going on with me, either, but I am feeling so much empowerment the last few weeks it is great! I’ve got more energy as well. Again, not sure if it is improved diet, improved sleep, losing weight, more sunlight (spring is here) but I am actually just feeling like another big load has somehow been lifted off my back that was weighting me down.
Sort of like you feel when you take off a heavy back pack you’ve carried for a while, your step is lighter.
I’m glad that your therapist seems to be someone you can work with.
BTW having “anxiety and phobia” under the circumstances is a NORMAL RESPONSE…one of the odd phobia’s I got after the plane crash was I couldn’t/wouldn’t listen to voice messages on my answering machine. Not sure why it caused anxiety to rise in me to even think about listening to those messages but I sure couldn’t do it. Still don’t most of the time…I figure if they really want to talk to me they will call back. LOL
Glad you are on the road, Ana, hang in there…it gets better in fits and starts, and sometimes is like a roller coaster, but once you are headed in the right direction at least you can make some progress. (((hugs))) and God bless.
O xy,
Thanks for your reply. I’m looking forward to being more assertive and less overwhelmed. Yes, the odd phobia’s that happen; I can not go certain places without my husband with me, good thing he’s semi-retired! Like the supermarket and I even brought him to my therapy session and he sat and read Frankl’s book out in the waiting area, so it wasn’t a total waste of time. I need to get over this fear!
You are a good example of how get things done!
Oxy – heh heh. That is all so true. I forgot about McGreevey, but he does sound like a slimeball too. Edwards, though, is just so shameless! I haven’t followed up on it, but I heard he was getting married to that Rielle Hunter or whatever in the hell her name was. At least Elizabeth had dignity – the mistress is just so hopelessly vapid! Hearing her talk about “Johnny” (as she annoyingly calls him) is enough to make anyone queasy!
Anyway, it sounds like you might be getting a bit of the “sunlight-induced” serotonin effect. I believe it’s the ultraviolet rays entering the cornea which stimulates its production. I spend most of my life in the dark, so I can vouch for the importance of getting at least an hour of direct sunlight per day: it makes a world of difference!
The back pack analogy is a good one. Someone explained it to me like this. Life sometimes dishes out stones (troubles) and we put them in our back pack. Each little stone (trouble) weighs heavier and drags us down. So from time to time we need to stop and off load some of those stones. If we don’t the burden becomes too much to bear.
Another example, if you’re stressed (and I’ve tried this) is ……..Write down your troubles in a letter, put it in an envelope, address it to God, place the letter on the mantlepiece and leave your troubles with Him before you go to bed.
Hi Candy,
Yes, sometimes it does feel like ya back will break if one more thing happens!
I like your letter idea too. I’ll try anything that will help. Thanks!
Dear Ana,
Sometimes I fall apart just like everyone else here…and when I came here I was crazier’n a sheet house rat! Ask Hens, he came here not long after I did and we were BOTH CRAZEEEEEE.
The gaslighting, the troubles piling up, and like Candy said, like a back pack filling up with stones that get heavier and heavier as we carry them longer and longer distances….makes me think of the guy crawling across the desert with the gold and he eventually leaves the gold behind in order to survive because it becomes so heavy.
We can’t carry other’s troubles on our backs, only our own….and sometimes we even have to put some of them down to come back to later.
We’ve often used the “peel the onion” example here…we peel back one layer of the onion, and there is another one right under it. Eventually we get to where the layers are smaller but it takes some time and TEARS!
When we “handle” the problem of the psychopath, underneath that layer is another one of WHY the fark did we put up with that for so long? Family of origin issue? Previous trauma bonding? Well, peel that one back and see what is under it…until finally it has all become about US not them…about why we allowed others to abuse us (in my case serial abusers) now I am learning, still got more to learn, but am learn-ING and grow-ING, and heal-ING and don’t intend to stop doing any of those INGS.
You’re welcome Ana:)
I was reared for the most part by my granny. We used to share this wonderful deep feather bed and we’d talk by the light of the street lamp drifting in through the window. Lovely memories, it was so warm and safe at Gran’s house.
Anyway I remember one of her comments, when she was teaching me to spell my name, one night while we lay cosily in that big feather bed. I was struggling with the spelling of my long surname and she said ‘don’t worry, I’m still learning’. I remember saying to her ‘but Gran you know everything’ I thought at her age she had an answer for everything ( I would have been about 6 years old) and therefore she could not possibly ‘not know’ something.
So I guess no matter what age we are…….we can still learn.
Dear Candy,
I used to sleep with my granny in a big feather bed that had been made by HER MOTHER, and as we lay there we would talk. You bought back some nice memories.
Yea, we only start dying when we QUIT LEARNING I think!
So pleased you have good memories of your Granny Ox. Despite all of the stuff we discuss on here – Life isn’t all bad.