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
Thanks, Oxy, for that stupendously wonderful reply. I understood every word of it. Gosh I wish we could get together. When I get the Airstream rolling, your place is going to be part of the first trip.
I’m saving now for the Ram truck with the Cummins diesel engine. I can’t believe I’m going to be driving one of those monsters, especially in these days of hybrid and electric cars. But that’s more or less what it takes to travel with my house on my back. (I suppose I could travel a little lighter than with a 32-foot Excella, but where would I work?)
Now I’m checking out of here so I can go back to work on my new post.
Whooomph! That’s a big hug.
Kathy
nola – crying is GOOD! Am thinking about you!
Thanks onestep I appreciate it! 🙂
Oxy, you were talking about being grateful for your job and how it changed to weekends before your husband and father died. I submit to you that you would be grateful with most circumstances presented to you because you are a grateful person with the capacity to be grateful. This is a sign of humility, when you understand that you can’t predict what’s best for yourself all the time, since you aren’t God. That’s one of the bigger differences between us and the spaths. They are completely, incapable of gratitude, no matter how good they have it.
Kathy, you’ve taught me more about seeing the big picture and analyzing my emotions than anyone ever has, thank you. Remember, how I was before? I didn’t even know what boundaries were and didn’t know what to do with anger or what it was useful for. It’s hard to “get” it without first applying labels and seeing how other people talk about it.
I remember, when I was 3 or 4, telling my mom that my stomach was “grumbling” and asking her if that meant I was hungry. Because I was taught to ignore how I felt, (both emotional and physical discomforts,) she had to teach me to listen for the sounds of my stomach so that I would know when I was hungry and ask for food. She had to train me to ask for food. It’s the same with toxic people. It’s not enough to know that you shouldn’t allow toxic people in your life, if you’ve been raised by other toxic people. Someone had to explain the signs, signals, actions and reactions in detail so that I could make the assessment intellectually, since I was so cut off from the emotional responses.
It’s like being raised with poop on your shoes all the time. you really can’t tell it’s there after a while, it just smells normal, but it’s still toxic.
Dear Kathy,
Yep, those old airstreams (and the newer ones too) are the cat’s meow. My X-in-laws had one and it was super duper! Mine is a 5th wheel “tin teepee” 33 ft with a toy hauler room in the back, and my diesel just barely pulls it but they are so much trouble to set up and take down with all the slide outs and such that I figure they are only SEMI-mobile really. The airstreams are much more mobile.
More and more folks are starting to live in RV-type trailer and motor homes and I know several folks who live full time in their RV and follow different kinds of jobs from area to area or they follow the sun and “snow bird” it to warmer climes in the winter time.
I wish you much luck in your down sizing and I have the perfect shady spot for you to park, so come on when you get ready!
Sky, darling that was sweet, but not sure just how “humble” I am, LOL There are those who would tell you I am an UPPITY WOMAN IF EVER THERE WAS ONE! LOL
But I will admit that I do appreciate that I am not God and that He runs the universe better than I could and that if I just count on Him more than my own self, things will usually turn out for the best….down the road, but I may not be able to see it at that time.
When the college health service down sized and I lost my full time position I was devastated and distraught because it was my FAVORITE JOB IN THE WORLD, I loved it….but the thing is that 2 day a week job that I got after my beloved job carped out turned out in the long run to give me extra time with my husband and time with my beloved step father that I would not have had otherwise….and I would NEVER have voluntarily quit that job…except I lost my insurance with only 30 hours a week, so it turned out to be a BLESSING IN DISGUISE….and if we look back at our lives, we can all I think find things that if we look at them how we saw them at the time, and how we can look at them NOW (later) we see that what at the time we thought was a bad thing, was actually a blessing.
The time I got to spend with my husband that last year and a half was wonderful and some of the best time of my life, and ditto the time I spent with my daddy during the early part of his terminal illness and even later, the times we had that were so special that if I had been working during the week I would have missed.
When my kids were pre-school I made sure to take jobs I could keep my kiddies with me and though I worked I was able to take my kids with me on the job so had the benefits of being a stay at home mom AND working at least part time for money as well. The times I spent with them when they were pre-school are still some of my favorite memories of my child raising days. We did so many family things, fun things…and actually up until the teenage years with P-son, I enjoyed the heck out of my kid raising days….the family vacations camping all over the US, fishing trips, horseback riding, “staycations” and “vacations” —so many fun things we did together. Sigh, so even P son was fun in those days. Yea, some good memories and I don’t regret a minute of those days.
We just have to look at the good things in life, and appreciate the blessings that we have…focus on making today a blessing and tomorrow too. Having faith in our higher power and not giving power to the psychopaths to shake our faith in either the higher power or in ourselves. It isn’t always easy to face down the “lions” (the predators) but I’m intending to be in there working toward it—the worst they can do is to eat me, and I’m a tough old bird! (((hugs)))
Sky, I’m glad I contributed something to your healing. I know you’ve come so far. And I also know I tend to push, and I apologize for that.
This business of naming has always bothered me, but I know that it has its purposes. For myself, it took me a long time and a lot of work before I was ready to assume my ex was really a sociopath, and after that quite a while before I got to my next step, which was just deciding he fit the category of “bad man.” That came from my early childhood, a simplistic but extremely useful determination that someone was not a friend or was not nice to me, and I didn’t have to care about him or even be nice to him. Later, I got that boiled down a little further to “not good for me.”
I don’t like judging people. And I think this naming is a form of judging. I don’t like judging for very selfish reasons. When we judge other people, we become targets of self-judging. I grew up with this, endless harping criticisms of other people, and that by inference taught me all the things I was not allowed to be. It was so complicated and often self-contradictory, and I remember lying awake at night thinking, “Well, if I’m supposed to be this, how can I not be that?”
I prefer to judge behaviors, rather than people. Steve’s articles do a great job of looking at sociopathic and narcissist behaviors in terms of how they exploit and harm us and other people, and how ultimately short-sighted and self-defeating they are. And I agree with you, if we share information about these behaviors and the tip-offs, it helps a lot to spot a problem earlier, before we’ve become too entangled.
There was a great piece on Morning Edition on NPR this morning about gossip. How we’re probably hardwired to stories about other people, so we can help each other distinguish between friend and foe. And how it literally changes the way we see people who we regard as a threat.
Sky, I don’t know if my method is right for anyone else, operating on gut instinct and issues of earned trust to decide how open I’m going to be or how involved. When I say that my single naming classification comes down to good or not good for me, it sounds pretty childish. But it’s become so automatic now, and so strong that I literally can’t make myself act against it. It works in business too, where I can’t make myself do certain things that feel wrong to me, even if a client demands it. I just tell the the truth, that it feels wrong and I can’t do it.
I truly apologize to you if I seem pushy. I was that pushy with myself when I was in the heavy lifting of my recovery. I think I thought that if denial could slow us down, then 150% attention would make it go faster. But that’s like staring hard at a cut and telling it to hurry up getting better. All our thinking and seeking insights are important, but there is a lot of work going on that we don’t see or control. If we want to get over our pain or recover our lives, that’s half the battle.
Well, I fell asleep on the couch tonight and woke up at one. I think I’m writing myself to sleep again. Much love to you —
Kathy
Kathy,
Not pushy AT ALL, you guided me when I was so blind.
I only meant to say that this was a step for me and in some places, it still is. It’s the step that involves seeing all the details and taking notes before I can learn to go on auto pilot, as you have. I’m part way there.
That’s the goal, I think, to let your emotions be your warning flag and then your brain can take over with the decisions.
If the spath can be thanked for anything, it would be the love and learning I gained from ending up here, corresponding with you and so many other teachers. It’s 180 degrees the opposite of what he had planned for me. LOL! too bad for him.
((hugs))
Kathy, I did an article about “judging” here, don’t know if you read it at all so here is the link http://www.lovefraud.com/blog/2011/03/25/being-a-judgmental-person-is-more-than-okay-it-is-wise/ but this pretty much sums up my idea about “judging” which is about observing BEHAVIOR…but if we don’t “judge” people’s behavior and figure out what they are up to, I think we get ourselves into a world of hurt.
Sometimes I have been so “open minded” my BRAINS FELL OUT! LOL
Having been “judged” in the sense that my egg donor READ MY MIND and persecuted me on “thought crimes” that she had decided I had committed (how can you defend from being told what you think? LOL) but I am holding others ACCOUNTABLE for their behavior rather than making excuses about why their hurtful behavior toward me is ok, or not too bad, or I’ll recover etc and let them go on and on injuring and hurting me.
I agree that in most instances of petty insult we should take the high road and just let it slide over us and not get upset, but there comes a time when we have to take a stand when there is a PATTERN of insulting or hurtful behavior. I try not to react to “every little thing” but there just comes a point where enough is enough. I am no longer going to be the “punching bag” emotionally or otherwise for anyone. I treat others well, and I expect in return to be treated well as well.
Oxy,
I think that the goal is to be able to not feel any insult at all, but instead realize that an insult reflects on the person who does the insulting, and not at all on us.
First, though, we have to also realize that another person’s approval or compliments, also reflect on them and not on us. The P’s always start with the compliments, because we automatically accept those, which leaves us open to accepting their insults afterwards. If we learn to reject BOTH as being simply someone else’s opinion and not the truth, we can “validate ourselves” as you often say.
I’m trying to learn to do just that. It’s not so hard actually.