By Ox Drover
When I picked up and started reading The Disease to Please—Curing the People-Pleasing Syndrome, by Harriet B. Braiker, Ph.D., not everything resonated with me, though I have always tried to “please people,” especially those close to me. There was a great deal of the book, though, that did resonate and validate the similarities between “women who love psychopaths,” as described in the book by that name by Dr. Liane Leedom and Sandra Brown, and “people-pleasers.”
Dr. Braiker is a practicing clinical psychologist with 25 years experience and is author of several books. This one defines “people-pleasers” as:
not just nice people who go overboard trying to make everyone happy. Those who suffer from the Disease to Please are people who say “Yes” when they really want to say “NO.” For them, the uncontrollable need for the elusive approval of others is an addiction. Their debilitating fears of anger and confrontation force them to use “niceness” and “people-pleasing” as self defense camouflage.
This book is divided into three main parts, as Dr. Braiker sees people pleasers as people who have “People pleasing MINDSETS,” people who have “People-pleasing HABITS,” and people who have “People pleasing FEELINGS.” The fourth part is a 21-day action plan for curing this “disease.”
Though in several instances Dr. Braiker describes a relationship with a sociopath, she labels this person a “controlling” person.
It is imperative that you recognize how dangerous and self-sabotaging your people-pleasing tendencies with men can become so that you can change the unhealthy dynamic of your relationships. Otherwise, the Disease to Please will serve as a veritable mating call to men who have a perverse need and desire to control nearly every aspect of your behavior. Worse yet, you will allow them to do so.
Nothing is out of bounds to a controlling man with a people-pleaser whom he can mold at will—from your appearance to your opinions, your performance in bed to your performance at work, your relationships with friends to your bonds with family. And, in no time, your ego and self-esteem will deteriorate from modeling clay into silly putty.
When he is done playing with you or you are done being played with (whichever comes first), you will have some serious reparative work to do on a self that you may hardly still recognize as your own.
Unless you repair the damage by during the Disease to Please that produced it, you will limp away from the relationship with the brand “damaged goods” on your ego. Then, issuing the familiar mating call, you will continue to present yourself as the people-pleasing victim to the next controlling man that recognizes your vulnerability to his power.
The controlling man will always keep you off-center and feeling anxious. Since he needs to change you to demonstrate his control, you can never feel comfortable or secure with the thought that he cares about the person that you truly are—or used to be before he started chipping away at your identity.
While this book is not about psychopathic relationships per se, the focus on how many people end up sacrificing their own legitimate selves, to try to “please” the one who will never be pleased, does describe the “traditional” relationship with a psychopath.
I think the self-affirming statements at the end of each chapter are excellent guides in changing our thinking, habits and our feelings about ourselves.
An few examples of these are:
If you have to compromise your own values, needs, or identity as a special and unique individual, then the price of nice is just too high.
It’s okay not to be nice.
Saying “yes” when you want to say “no” in order to protect your emotional, physical health or well-being should make you feel guilty—not the other way around.
Your value as a human being does not depend on the things you do for others.
Though I think Dr. Braiker seems to be applying the term “Disease to Please” in place of the older term “enabler,” her descriptions of the thoughts, feelings and habits practiced by the two are pretty much the same. Her description of those who will take advantage of someone else she calls “controlling,” which seems to be the primary motivation of many psychopaths. I personally would have preferred that she “call a spade a spade,” but at the same time, I think her target audience might be more apt to read the book with the labels that she did choose to use.
There were helpful reinforcements for positive changes, and over all, I liked the book very much. It isn’t difficult to understand and her advice is reasonable and realistic.
The Disease to Please—Curing the People-Pleasing Syndrome is available on Amazon.com.
Skylar,
I did not realize today was a bad day for you. I am sorry to read that you are suffering. Whatever reality is better than a lie I had lived. By choosing to live that lie, I had betrayed those I cared about with my whole heart and soul. As bad as this reality is, I am in control of it. One thing I did though: no more drinks when the feelings get the best of me. Alcohol is a terrible depressant for me, and for many others. I hope today you find peace, and tomorrow, and the day after.
I still care for the person my X presented. If he ever died, I too would cry and cry. yet, I can’t wait for this day to come and in the darkest of nights, the hope of outliving him gives me fuel to go on. Never did I wish death upon another, and never did I feel so utterly devastated and victimized by someone I had willingly given myself to. I am sad with you today, and I know tomorrow will be a better day.
Dear Skylar,Thats absolutely brilliant!Yours too, henry!
It seems Im still on a “cleft stick’. But Im staying strong, and not giving in to false guilt trips to contact her.{She hasnt phoned me in nearly 3 months since I laid down 2 deadlines, or lines in the sand.I also told her the “MUm bank is now colsed.-permanently.} I still worry about her,however, tho Im sure as hell she doesnt give me a second thought, now she knows she cant touch me for any more cash.Did you read my blog re our new adopted kids? David was so touche dby his fathers day card,{the first hes ever had!} the roses, and chocs. They are so young,and such fun!! They both work so hard, Roya is at Tafe, doing Hairdressing, and Abbas is working very hard doing painting and decorating, to pay the rent and put food on the table.Im sure theyll do well, and become an asset to Australia!!They know they can never go back to Iran. We are their family now! I thank God for them every day!Gem.XX
PInow, good morning, I cried a lot last night and feel better now. – except for the headache. Maybe I needed to cry it out.
Henry, I know why you would cry. It’s because you know where he will go when he dies. and that is sad. it’s such a waste of life.
A few years ago he gave me this CD for valentines day. Sheesh what a huge hint. check out the lyrics, in case you don’t know the song, it’s sung by a woman. He was trying to tell me that I’m a love fool.
OMG, I’ve never seen the video before.
you have to watch it!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MuQ0AQ7YWS8
The Cardigans
Lovefool
Dear, I fear we’re facing a problem
you love me no longer, I know
and maybe there is nothing
that I can do to make you do
Mama tells me I shouldn’t bother
that I ought to stick to another man
a man that surely deserves me
but I think you do!
So I cry, and I pray and I beg
Love me love me
say that you love me
fool me fool me
go on and fool me
love me love me
pretend that you love me
leave me leave me
just say that you need me
So I cried, and I begged for you to
Love me love me
say that you love me
leave me leave me
just say that you need me
I can’t care about anything but you
Lately I have desperately pondered,
spent my nights awake and I wonder
what I could do have done in another way
to make you stay
Reason will not lead to solution
I will end up lost in confusion
I don’t care if you really care
as long as you don’t go
So I cry, I pray and I beg
Love me love me
say that you love me
fool me fool me
go on and fool me
love me love me
pretend that you love me
leave me leave me
just say that you need me
So I cried, and I begged for you to
Love me love me
say that you love me
leave me leave me
just say that you need me
I can’t care about anything but you
Love me love me
say that you love me
fool me fool me
go on and fool me
Love me love me
I know that you need me
I can’t care about anything but you
God, I remember that stage. that video captures the total lack of pride, belief in self, integrity…been there, done that!
Some point to that stage and say we are co-dependent, insecure, blah, blah, blah. Phooey. That’s how you feel when you’ve really given your heart to someone and they suddenly dump you. It is a state of shock and denial. It can last awhile.
The problem is that we gave our hearts to p/s/n or just plain old sadistic jerks or immature little boys. Or in the case of this video, a bunch of immature, depressed narcissistic little sex addicts who secretly hate women that haven’t a clue what a loving sexual encounter feels like.
The BIG lesson for us is not that we love too much or any of that crap…..it is that we chose undeserving men (or women) and got in deep and fast.
It is hard to do that final goodbye Henry for a lot of reasons. Death of the love we thought could be, and death of hope, and death of any possible validation where they suddenly realize they were totally screwed up and we aren’t. Death of the ability to make them understand and get confirmation from them. The total reality of yup, they never changed, never could. Evil exists.
Of course, all that is true already. I’m to the point that I will be happy when he dies, because at least then he won’t be emotionally or physically raping anyone else, and maybe his wife and kids can begin to heal. Oh, once in awhile, in my mind, I will try to normalize the relationship again, think that if I just had a good long talk with him, he would see the light….not about me, but about himself, and that he really isn’t a P, etc. and that he could change, and he just has some annoying issues, etc. etc. etc. Then I slap myself upside the head and remember those moments when when I went (as Steve says) HUH?! WHERE DID THAT COME FROM. And I realize he is as screwed up as he seems. Then I think of the various viciously cruel things he has done to other people, all his unethical behavior, and realize I have it right….he is evil.
Like Steve has said in his posts….look back. What red flags did you miss ? What red flags registered but you decided to ignore them? Why? That is what we should ruminate about. Once you get that very clear in your head, beyond a shadow of a doubt, you are home free.
Any longings left after that are just the cravings that come when you are breaking an addiction. When we break up with a bad guy it is called breaking an addiction. When we lose a beloved spouse it is called grieving a major loss. Either way, it is the same hurt and time is the best healer, as well as reaching out to help others and counting your blessings.
Skylar, JAH, & Henry,
Skylar, sorry to hear you had an especially tough day. Crying is therapeutic in the grieving process… let yourself cry when you need to…
Just about healed – thank you for sharing such wise and insightful words in your post at 11:23 9/13. You descibed that lapse into wishful/what if thinking and the ensuing headslap scenario perfectly. I used to get mad at myslef for lapsing that way but now I just accept it and am glad I know enough to do “the head slap thing” and move on from that emotional place rather than living in it. You comment about the red flags is oh, so inmportant, because ruminating on those red flags is what is going to keep us safe in the future by allowing us to see them in other relationships… thank you again for the reminder.
Henry, although you said your comment was just for Skylar, i read it anyway… I read always read your comments. 🙂 May not be able to respond to all of them and sometimes I days late to the conversation but I read them all.
Anyway, I, too, feel the exact same way about the ex S. Unfortuantely I do still hear about him and see him several times a week in our community… in some ways in my case the devil you know is better than the one you don’t so I see it as a way to keep myself safe from him. Forewarned is forearmed, as they say. Plus as matt says I find opportunities to undermine him when I can, and by empowering other people to deal with him effectively.
In any case though, at least for now, I can say I would react the exact same way to the news of his death, though. And, I too, could not put into words exactly why. After reading other comments perhaps it would be for the person I thought he was/ who he was when he was with me, the childhood abuse that contributed to his abusive nature, for the tortured person he was, (the chaos in his existance whether he recognizes it or not is unfathomable to me as is his inability to stay connected to people or experience lasting emotional intimacy) the person I wanted to help him be, the hurt & pain he caused his children & other people that I can presently do nothing to stop, the sadness, grief, and more importantly growth, that I experienced because of his initial portrayal of love and his ultimate betrayal… I would be crying for so many people and things besides his death, me included…
So, no, I don’t know exactly *why* but, just like you, I would cry… I understand what you mean.
Thanks, Henry, for validating something I have often thought about…
Hugs,
HP
The news of my son’s death would be a relief, and I try to tell myself I do not WISH his death, but I’m not sure I don’t (at least at times). I know if he were dead I would feel 100% safer because I know as long as he lives he will conspire to the best of his ability to kill or have me killed. That is just the FACT of the matter.
I know my egg donor will do her best to leave him money so he can “start a new life” when he gets out….or have the money to hire someone to kill me, but she denies THAT part of the truth. I know I will fight against him getting any money from her will or CDs made payable on (her) death to him, and I might succeed in that, who knows. If I don’t succeed, at least I will have stalled for enough time to move some place safe from him. While I don’t want to have to move to another place (what a big JOB) I do know that my “home” is not a particular piece of “dirt” or land, my “home” is between my EARS. It is ME. Where ever I am is “home” if I want it to be “home.” It is PORTABLE, and I can carry it with me ANYWHERE.
Before all this chaos, I was so attached to this particular piece of land that just the thought of going some place else made me feel “lost.” Now, however, I realize that “home” is WHERE THE HEART IS and my heart is with ME now. “Home” is nothing that can be held in your hand, or bought or sold, “home” is PEACE and LOVE and SELF RESPECT. It is a state of MIND not a house or a piece of ground.
I cried a million tears because I felt that I was “losing everything I held dear”—but I have come to the realization that NOW I have total possession of everything important to me and that NO ONE can take it away from me—I am ME, I am important to ME, I love ME, and there is nothing physical or material on this earth that can deprive me of ME.
Thank you all for your input on Why Would I cry? I cant put into words why but as long as he is a living breathing creature, he has the power to harm me and anyone he choses. When he is dead and the evil has left his body, then I can grieve in a natural human way for the love that I do have for him, instead of living with these tortured memories that he was never real.
maybe dying is the closest they will come to being real – there is something very final about it anyway..