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
You know guys, I have no bad feelings about mother’s day…..or any other holiday….my egg donor’s birthday just passed two or three weeks ago and it was just another day….as far as missing her, I don’t any more. As far as bio-sons, I did my mothering when they were little and I loved them dearly, they were the lights of my life….but don’t like either of them as men…don’t miss either of them being in my life. I realized when son C was here the other day to pick up some of his stuff he had left here….I just don’t miss a relationship with him….don’t want one. I’ll be cordial to him, but not gonna invite him for dinner. We can cooperate on the things we have to do about his X brother and x grandmother…but that is the extent of the interaction I want or need with him. Can’t trust him and don’t need to interact with people I can’t trust.
As far as my adopted son is concerned I trust him 110% and he is a man I am proud to call son, proud to call friend…and I’d stand him up against any other person in the world for smart and a good heart. Trustworthy, kind, caring and compassionate. What else could you want in a person you love? Nothing that I can think of.
My step father was a wonderful man and his “essence” is still in my heart and mind, and though he is passed on, and not of this earth any more, his spirit and his love is in me still.
One/Joy think of your mother’s dementia as a blessing for her. I know that you wish she still was mentally “with you” but the spirit is still there….and will be even after she has passed on physically. Savor the sweet memories of her and celebrate that on Mother’s day. Those sweet memories are not something that anyone can take away from you. They are yours forever.
I sometimes think that God is good to us in that sometimes when we get older and get wrinkles is when our eyes go bad, and when you get to the point that you can’t remember that you are old, you can’t be sad about it….or can’t remember that those you loved have passed away or are not around (for whatever reason) so just remember and “commune” with the mother you had. At least you had that and that’s more than Hens and I can say….and a lot of others here as well. So be thankful for the nurturing you had from her, it is part of what makes YOU special and caring…part of her that lives on in you. (((hugs))))
MOther’s Day sucks for me in a way too.
But tonight, after my daughter’s b’day party and my grandchildren were here, I realized that while I wish I had a mother to wish a Happy Mother’s Day, I AM a mother to my daughter’s, sons and grandchildren.
Maybe my youngest IS a spath. But I’m blessed that the rest aren’t. ONe out of six isn’t so bad and my grandchildren are a major blessing to me.
I think that’s as far as I can take it right now.
But tomorrow, instead of being in so much pain, I’ll try to focus on the good things in my life, even if they feel so very few.
LL
(((((((((((((( Hens ))))))))))))))))))))
Happy “Mother’s Day” to you too. For you are BOTH Mom AND Dad, grandpa too and a “mother” to your wieners!
Hugs!
LL
oxy – think of my mom’s dementia as a blessing for her? you have GOT to be kidding. i wonder if you actually READ what I wrote, or if you just started riffing. MY issue is with my father, and i really really don’t want your pollyanna advice about how to commemorate mother’s day. I find what you have written to be really offensive.
peace out all.
((((((((LL)))))))) Happy MO-Day to you too..how’ is your wiener feeling? This is ‘frog season’ for my two girls, they catch em and put em in my bed under the covers…
Dear One/Joy,
Well, excuse me— it was not meant in any offensive way at all….in my many years of working with demented elderly, I have found a way to see that it is not all bad for the demented…sometimes that dementia smooths over painful memories for them….keeps them from remembering the sadness of losing a loved one because they still remember that person alive…just not there at that moment.
I realize the PROBLEM you have is with your sperm donor, not with your mother, but I know you are not able to see her because of him, but maybe her dementia keeps her at least from feeling sad that you aren’t able to visit like you would like (and like she would like if she were more “with it” in the Now)
None the less, the mother she was for you is still INSIDE YOUR MEMORIES….and that is something I would think you would want to cherish….just as I cherish the memory of my “daddy”—if that offends you, then I’m sorry.
Well excuse me but I am going to bed..Quacky Mudder’s Day Oxy..gnite
Hens,
Eeeeewwwww!!!!! My wiener has currently taken on Judas status and is happily licking the feet of my son in the other room. Instead, I have the chee wow wow who snores. Yes, that’s what I said, she snores. LOUDLY.
Actuallly Hens, I had another scare this week with the wiener. He’s gettin tired with his illness ups and downs. I worry about him a lot, but just enjoy every minute that I have him. He still loves his toys, chases them, then burns out. Gets sick sometimes.
The time is approaching. Just day by day. Sure love him though. I try not to think about life without him right now.
Hugs to your wieners, but NOT the frogs Blech!
LL
Happy Mother’s Day!!!! 😀