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
skylar:
Oh, you are so right! Maria was so used to those type of people in her life, it seems “normal” to her. She never really knew any different. Yep, this was just huge for her, she finally said WTF! And yes, the children…that is the very sad part. It’s the cycle of perpetuating the kids to grow up and be the same. Even though I never met my spath’s kids, just little things he had mentioned led me to believe that those poor kids are going to be just like their dad. I pray all the time for them. That is all I can do. Sigh.
Skylar, 25 years of ignorance of a man who problaby is violent and aggressive and interested just in sex?
A lot of women appared accusing him of rapist pig. Do you think he hided his sex addiction? He even put his wife pregnant when she was more than 40. That needs a lot of practise…. 🙂
Could be she thought she was winning something protecting him and now she has simply understood she doesn’t want to become old next to such a pig that doesn’t respect any woman?
http://uk.eonline.com/uberblog/ask_the_answer_bitch/b242949_arnold_schwarzenegger_even_hot_million.html
Skylar, “when you are raised by N’s, you can’t smell the shit on your shoe….” ROFLMAO. I soooooo agree…..and the part about sending your youngun’s into the world with the same ol’ shit on their shoe…..priceless!
Well, I can smell the shit on my shoe. And I can smell the shit on my children’s shoes, and I feel so responsible, and it makes me really sad, but I can’t go back and be a shit-free young woman. All I can do now is try to have some compassion for those who passed on the shit-shoe, and for myself who then passed it on, into another generation. I will be rubbing the sides of my shoes against the grass for the rest of my life….whether my kids wake up and smell the shit is not something I can make happen, although I hope it does.
The native Americans have a saying: Never judge a man til you’ve walked a mile in his shoes. In this case, his shit-shoes. It stinks to walk in these shit-shoes.
Kim, I think you need to LAY DOWN THE GUILT for your kids’ screwed up choices and lives…..while you may have had some influence in their lives, just as I did in the lives and dysfunctions of mine, I did the best I could at the time with the information I had and THEY HAD CHOICES just like I did and do….and AS ADULTS they are choosing bad choices, dishonest choices, and in the case of P son violent choices.
I HAVE WALKED A MILE IN YOUR SHIT SHOES KIM….more than a mile….and I think that as an ADULT you have made choices out of guilt where your kids are concerned. It is now up to your KIDS to make their own choices, and you to quit trying to rescue them. The day I booted son C out of my house for lying to me about the poor choices he had made, about breaking the financial agreement we had for him to live here (which was financially advantageous to him and was extra income to me) but the point was that when he doesn’t honor his end of a two way agreement….I AM NO LONGER DUTY BOUND TO HONOR MY END.
In the past I would make an agreement with someone, “if you do X, I will do Y” well they did NOT do X but I felt “duty bound to keep my end of the agreement and do Y”—*****WRONG CHOICE**** because that is not the way agreements work in law or life. If You quit keeping your end of the bargain then I iam not required to keep mine.
A simple example is you agree to take a job at your neighbor’s store and agree to work 40 hours a week for a full year. He agrees to play you $500 a week for working 40 hours.
So you work the 40 hours and he pays you the $500 the first week, the next week you work the 40 hours expecting the pay, and he says “Wait a minute, “I haven’t broken our agreement, I just changed it,”* I’m going to pay you $50 a week.”
ARE YOU GOING TO CONTINUE TO WORK FOR HIM for the rest of the year? Of course not because HE broke your agreement.
(* that comment was the comment my X friend told me when he broke our agreements and cheated me out of the $56 !!! LOL)
Anyway, in other kinds of agreements though somehow we hold ourselves to a higher standard and even if the other person breaks the agreement, we go ahead and keep OUR END OF THE AGREEMENT.
I think it is time that we (ADULT victims) realize that we are not responsible for our adult children’s choices, or our lover’s choices, or our parents’ choices, and that we do the HEALTHY THING in making our own choices, and not feel guilty over the choices made by our adult children or other relatives choices.
I felt guilty because I wasn’t taking care of my poor, old elderly egg donor who had no other family to take care of her….but then I realized that SHE BROKE THE AGREEMENT by canceling my power of attorney, by taking away my right to see her medical records and telling her doctor not to tell me anything, and by discarding me for the P X-DIL and the Trojan Horse psychopath….well, along with the (I felt) obligation to care for my elderly parent…there went my AUTHORITY to do so, my ability to do so….and it FREED ME from the feeling of obligation I had as well, so I have NO GUILT about her having to hire a stranger to care for her needs. It was the consequence of her choices.
Your children Kim are ADULTS—your daughter choose to have the twins—but you are NOT obligated to take care of her and her children so she won’t have consequences for her choices.
Your other daughter is choosing to stay with the abusive guy…you can understand why she might make this choice, because you’ve been there, but you are NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR IT…it is her choice.
Giving up the “enabling gene” and not feeling guilty about it is difficult…I’ve still got on my own stinking sheet shoes but I am working hard***REALLY HARD**** on scraping that sheet off on the grass and to quit trying to keep up my end of the dysfunctional bargain when the other person has violated theirs.
I love my son C, but he is dysfunctional and he is making some choices that I think are pretty dysfunctional. I understand why he makes these decisions….but I AM NO LONGER RESPONSIBLE FOR HIS CHOICES, HE IS. I have educated him as much as possible about psychopaths, dysfunction, emotional intelligence, enabling, impulse control, and the moral compass and now, he makes the choices which way he goes, and I am no longer responsible for his choices or the consequences. I love him, but I don’t want anything to do with him because I find that when I associate with people who I know have poor moral compasses, people who lie, people who from time to time have abused me, and people I cannot trust…..it ALWAYS eventually bites me in the arse when they REPEAT THEIR POOR TREATMENT OF ME AGAIN.
Sheet on me once, shame on you, sheet on me 1034 times and shame on me.
My egg donor may have let me walk through a bunch of sheet and contaminate my shoes, but I’m a big girl now, and I can buy a new pair, or clean up the ones I have.
I agree with everything you say, Ox. I can only be responsible for myself. I guess I was commenting on the intergenerational nature of dysfunction.
My parents had it, and even though I don’t believe they intended to hurt me, they did, and even though I never intended to hurt my kids, I did, and now two of them have their own kids….
I talk quite a bit about my daughter, but haven’t said much about my son…..my heart is heavy….he is 26 and still lives with my x, he has a dui and cannot drive, has no job, and is addicted to perscription drugs. He has arthritis and he got hooked on pain pills. I have just recently heard through the grape-vine that he is injecting the shit, now.
He decided about 2 years ago that he wanted to do something right for himself and enrolled in a welding program, I was sooo proud, but held my breath waiting to see if he would follw through, and he did. I can’t tell you how proud I was. He graduated. But because of his other problems (no transportation) he can’t use his skills…he would have to travel about 40 plus miles to the nearest city….
It’s not just a pity ploy, it’s disabeling. I know it’s no one’s fault but his own, but I still feel for him, and wish he could get a break.
His Dad has just about gone broke trying to pick up the slack for him, and he is in absolute denial. He flattly refuses to believe he is an addict, and keeps hoping he’ll straighten his life out.
It just hurts, Ox, and I know that the addiction thing is passed down from one generation to another. Me grandpa, my dad, me, and now my son.
Oldest daughter is co-dependant, and younger daughter, alcoholic and anorexic.
I am a double winner. Alcoholic and co-dependant….but way better than I used to be. I’m off drugs, and out of crazy relationships and working on the coda.
I know I can’t fix anybody, but it’s still sad and I wish it could be different.
KF, I so feel for you. The well-er we get, the more we see, and the more there is to grieve over.
But when we’re grieving the right stuff — the reality of the situation — I think it’s a good thing. Because it’s right. We’re not fooling ourselves anymore. The losses are real. And that compassion you talked about comes out of understanding that human lives are not simple. Neither in what we’re given to deal with, nor in the difficulty of learning what’s going on and how to deal with it.
Because I write under my real name, I have to be conscious the right to privacy of other people in my life. But I live with the same parental regrets than you and many of us do. If I’d known then what I know now, a lot of things would be different today. That is clear to me, and it’s a hard fact I can’t turn away from.
But, and this is a huge thing in my life, I think that the best and really only thing I can do about it is to continue to try to get well myself. And to do as I’ve always done in trying to share the best of my knowledge, and to model my progress for my son and anyone else who comes into my sphere.
I’m not perfect, but I’ve learned a lot. What I’ve learned has shaped how I deal not only with other people, but with myself. I am kinder than I was, which is a strange thing to say, considering I was so codependent before, and so willing to adapt and tolerate and postpone my own needs. Now I’m kinder to myself. I accept that I made mistakes. I accept that I get tired and need to rest. I accept that I will always have human failures.
But all that kindness is kind of a lubrication that enables me to move forward, without getting stuck in self-flagellation or remorse. I need to be able to comfort myself, so that I can get over things, and not lose track of my plans and dreams. Because, in the end, our lives are really about this forward movement, not the maintenance work we do on ourselves.
And that is pretty much the way I regard the problems, particularly the emotional issues that are holding other people back. They’re doing maintenance work, and eventually they will have done enough to pick up their lives again.
Some maintenance work becomes a long story in itself. I think that this is the case with addictions. We become all involved with pain avoidance, and eventually our strategies backfire and we have to go back and look at the pain. Likewise, depressions (and I’ve had a couple of years-long depressions that dominated my life). Odd as it may sound, I think depressions are a kind of avoidance, where we beat ourselves up for a long time until we finally face some truth about ourselves or about the world. One of my depressions was because I was so mad at myself for making a mistake that affected my son’s life. It took me a really long time to finally face the fact that I was human, and the only way out of that black hole was accept that I’m as likely to make a mistake as anyone else and forgive myself.
After all the writing and thinking I’ve done about recovery, I sometimes think that the real problem is that our culture doesn’t really teach much or support the reality of grief and the need for self-comforting skills. And that is magnified for those of us who come from abused childhoods. The emotional and physical survival skills we had to develop early came at a cost. We had to be tough and minimize our grief, because we simply couldn’t afford to pay attention to it. And so we proceeded through our lives as unhealed survivors, great at coping through the hardest experiences, but terrible at taking care of ourselves.
So, KF, when I read your last post, I thought that you are doing good work by experiencing this grief. It’s right to feel it. I think that going through this will bring you again to the knowledge of what was and what was not in your control, and also acceptance of the fact that mourning what you never really had is equivalent to believing in fairytales.
Our lives were what they were. We did the best we knew how with what we had to work with. All of our efforts were attempts to create the right things for us and the people we loved. And we learned as time went on. We’re still learning, still getting better at living. In letting go of perfectionism and accepting the humility of knowing we’re not perfect, we gain the gift of liking ourselves again and all the goodness the comes with that.
You did the best you could. You know. I know it. And that’s true for your children too. If you start to trust your own process, it may enable you to trust theirs too. There is some inner wisdom in all our lives. But as with myself, I truly believe that your most important job now is to get well. That is the best gift you can give them.
Kathy
Thanks, Kathy. I so appreciate your kind response.
Kim – Your not so different than most of the folk’s in the world, your not denying it, your working on you and that will effect more peep’s than you realize, your one of my heros…
Dear Kathy,
I agree totally with everything you wrote to kim….the idea that we must be “perfect” in order to be worth anything at all…OMG was a big one for me. I am also learning to be COMPASSIONATE toward myself, to ENABLE myself….to ACCEPT myself…in all my lack of perfection.
That hasn’t been an easy thing to do.
Also learning to accept those we love as less than perfect is a difficult thing as well.
Where do we draw the line between “X is an imperfect person but I love them” and “X is abusing and Even though I love them, I can’t have them in my life”?
Where do we draw the lines between “helping” X and “enabling” X?
Somewhere we have to set a boundary that draws a line between accepting X as an imperfect person we have a relationship with and between x being a person who is toxic and that we must disconnect from. Deciding those boundaries, those “dead lines” that must never be crossed under penalty of the relationship “dying” there on the spot forever….those take time and work and thought and prayer in order to decide and enforce.
What is IMPORTANT TO US.
Kimmie, I am sorry about your son and his addiction to painkilling drugs, his inability to shake it—his father’s inability to see it.
The genetics in it all does play a role, Kim, but you are not 100% responsible for the rest of it….you didn’t “put a curse” on him or the two daughters either. I realize that the genetics partly made my bio sons what they are….the older one ADHD, the younger one PPD violent and filled with rage. But they had some choices in it, in how they behave, so it isn’t the entire picture. I have a bunch of those same genes (or obviously I couldn’t have passed them on to them) I am ADHD but I’m not a psychopath and I sure didn’t have a perfect childhood or a nurturing mom and I have also made mistakes in my life, but I’m not in prison for murder, I’m not lying to my friends and family, I keep my promises to the best of my ability, I don’t lie, cheat or steal, so they have the same options to the same choices that I do.
My kids know my boundaries….and if they choose to cross them, they know the consequences…sometimes it is sad that people would rather lie to us than maintain an honest relationship with us, but it does show us what we mean in their lives…and unfortunately in my case, it isn’t much apparently.
Hens, that’s exactly what I meant to say. In my next life, I’m going to be brief.