Forgiving oneself for making bad choices is never easy, and I know there are authors and posters on LF who are true experts in the area of self-forgiveness. But let me come at this from an angle slightly different than my usual Lovefraud fare.
It’s often just plain hard to bust a flat-out liar and deceiver. And it’s often suprisingly easy to effectively flat-out lie and deceive. Let me say this again: it’s pretty easy to live a life of deception, making it no big accomplishment to deceive the brightest, most astute, most sensitive people.
Lying and deceiving, and doing them well, even over long, extended periods of time, duping anyone and everyone in the process—again, my point is that it’s not nearly as hard to do as we might tend to think, and so it’s really nothing for the exploiter, however slick or not he may be, to feel especially proud to be so good at. Because fraud, and deception, just aren’t that hard to perpetrate.
And the converse is more important—it’s often really easy to be victimized by liars and deceivers, again highlighting how relatively undifficult it is to lie and deceive effectively, and NOT how dumb one is to fall for the lies and deception.
The truth is that few, if any, of us were raised to enter relationships vigilant for exploiters and imposters; not one of us, I suspect, ever took a formal course in how to identify exploiters and other sundry disguised frauds in the context of “intimate” relationships.
This just isn’t something any of us goes to school for; it’s not something any of us expects to experience; and so, reasonably, we think we have much better things to do with our limited time than to strive to become experts at imposter-busting.
Seriously, how many of us really want to spend our precious little time in this short life in the paranoid, depressing undertaking to become, if it’s even theoretically possible, skilled at unmasking exploiters?
Sure, there are professions one can enter if this is one’s bag—to bust imposters. But marriage and intimate relationships are not “professions.” We assume, with statistical support behind us, that it’s unlikely that the individual we’ll become (or have become) involved with is likely to be a pathological liar and deceiver.
Of course we know anything’s possible, but it’s still, statistically, a low enough risk not to compel our constant vigilance, anymore than the risk of contracting relatively rare forms of malignant cancers should necessarily compel our vigilance and dread.
Now some pathological liars may be excellent at their exploitation skills, but more often than not they are just good enough exploiters to perpetrate fraud successfully for the reasons I’ve suggested.
Does this abdicate us of our duty to heed signs that may, sometimes, be discernable? Of course not. As I’ve written in prior Lovefraud articles, we want to give ourselves the best chance possible, against odds already stacked against us, to bust deceivers and imposters. And as I’ve written elsewhere, sometimes those signs are present, because many exploiters are really not so good at disguising signs of their venality, and some of them are, in fact, really pretty bad; and sometimes, for many possible reasons, we do a poor, ineffectual job at recognizing and heeding those signs.
But it’s also true (and it’s the emphasis of this article) that often these signs are not present, or not obviously present enough to overcome the basic (and I would argue, healthy) state of trust with which we enter intimate relationships. Because again I note: for understandable reasons, we simply don’t enter these relationships naturally suspicious of, or vigilant for, corruption in our partners.
We simply aren’t on the lookout to be exploited, and for this reason, as I’ve suggested repeatedly, this gives the exploiter an enormous edge for, by definition, he is preying on the least suspicious of his potential victims—those who love him.
Consequently this makes him ultimately cowardly, incredibly cowardly, not his victims foolish or gullible. Let me say this again—this makes the exploiter incredibly cowardly because, among other things, he is preying not on gullible fools (as he may perceive, contemptuously, his victims to be), but rather on those who have entered into a relationship with him on a natural, healthy pretext of trust (thereby making them the least challenging, the easiest, victims to defraud).
This reminds me of the bonding exercise in which one partner, demonstrating trust in the other, agrees to fall backwards in the faith that the receiving partner will catch and protect her. This isn’t gullibility at work but rather natural trust and faith she is risking that her partner will catch her, and not let her fall and injure herself. The exploiter in this analogy as if goads his partner into falling backwards and then, instead of catching her, as she should reasonably expect he will, he lets her drop and so injures her badly. And she, the victim of his deception, is left to feel shocked, betrayed and wounded.
Staying with this analogy, she, the victim, may not discover how treacherously her partner has let her fall this until much later, as the horror of his history of lies and deception begin, shockingly, to emerge.
And so I suggest to all who have been betrayed and exploited by perpetrators of fraud, especially (but not exclusively) in the context of an intimate commitment, I say to you, cut yourselves some slack, some serious slack. You are not naïve. You are not gullible.
We live in a world which makes it relatively easy for exploitive personalities to injure others. If we were all paranoid, living in a paranoid mindset, this might limit our risk of exploitation; but most of us, thankfully, are not paranoid. We are not living in a mindset of vigilance to be screwed-over by others, especially those we rightfully deem least likely to hurt us.
This confers the advantage to (and all shame on) the exploiter—and should leave his victims comfortable in their ultimate dignity and innocence.
(This article is copyrighted © 2010 by Steve Becker, LCSW. My use of male gender pronouns is for convenience’s sake and not to suggest that females aren’t capable of the attitudes and behaviors discussed.)
Star:
Three’s it is……I always feel a sense of relief when I see the 3rd one hit.
It’s my selfish and naive way of telling myself…..okay….I can breath for a bit.
I’m sorry about your friend. What a tragic loss.
I’m sure you’ll find a balance of support for his wife, your a loving soul.
The guy….just be careful….and continue to enjoy the memories.
The boss…..you’ve already learned to stick up for yourself with dignity. I’m sure you’ll do just fine at work reeling your boss back ‘in’.
Thanks for the vote of confidence, EB. BTW, I just went back and read LIG’s poem. So beautiful and heartfelt, and I got goosebumps reading it.
So EB, what’s your next step?
I’m pondering that currently.
Hi Steve,
Thanks for the article. I liked the analogy, a lot. It speaks to some of the blame I have inappropriately assigned to myself. I can see that my ex Spath created an environment of ‘trust’, just long enough to get me hooked, and then, o how he let me fall. And mocked me while I was in a shattered heap on the ground. etc.
Still, I have learned that I did trust too much. As a child, I didn’t learn how to determine whether or not someone was really acting in my interests, or just pretending to while they latched onto me like some kind of parasite. I learned not to question sociopathic and narcissistic behaviors from my parents, who primed me for my adult experiences with a sociopath. Learning not to trust so much has been a big part of me being able to protect myself from other predators. Sometimes I still blame myself for this, but in the end, I often just ask God why he let me born into such a hideous family, that set me up for so much trouble in this life.
The thing is, I think for some, it’s necessary to go from one extreme to another, before balance can be regained. For me, I’ve had to go from extreme trust, to extreme distrust in my relationships. I find that spaths and Ns are still attracted to me, and that I had so many built into the infrastructure of my life, that getting myself clear of them means living life as a person who focuses on protecting herself from predation, at least for the time being. It’s as if once I let myself ‘go’ into the disastrous relationship I had with an Spath, that I lost any protection I once had, and I became so emotionally drained and weak, that I was literally swarmed by predators. I am still extricating myself to this day (things really hit the fan in 2005/6).
Now I just have the predators confined to my work place. They’re out of my private life, thank God. But my private life is a wasteland.
In other words, it’s taking time to regain any normalcy, and not trusting anyone who shows signs of predation has been really important for me, as I try to put the shattered pieces of myself back together in new and stronger ways. There isn’t anything bright about me that these predators don’t want to chew up and spit out. So my lesson has been to recognize where I have trusted too much, how to spot someone who is capable of sociopathy and give them nothing to work with, how to protect what makes me strong and happy, and, hopefully, some day, to stop blaming myself in my heart, as well as my head. My head gets it, my heart is slow to learn.
Thanks again for the analogy and the article.
Psyche
I really look forward to the day when I’m secure enough not to have a life that involves healthy relationships. I’ve still got a ways to go.
opps, meant to say that I really look forward to the day when I’m secure enough to HAVE a life that involves healthy relationships. I’ve still got a ways to go. 🙂
I learned a lot from my experience with an s-path.
Just because you talk about trust, it does not mean the person you whom you are talking is trusting or trustworthy.
Just because you are open and talking about being open, does not mean the person isn’t hiding things.
Just because you are honest, it does not mean the person you are talking to is honest.
These were my biggest mistakes. However, certain actions and some words on the part of the x-spath led me to believe all the above were true.
Another superb post, Steve. Thanks for continuing to remind us that we’re not the bad guys. We were the too trusting guys. One of the many mean things J said after he left was, “If you’d been more aware & less self-absorbed, you’d have noticed what was happening since I got out of prison [4 yrs ago].” He not only blamed his actions on me, he blamed me for being too trusting, for believing that he truly loved me all the time & that we’d be together forever, sharing our dreams & our plans & our future.
LIG,
your poem was incredible. It really did hit home. Thanks.
Psyche,
I sure hear you hummin’, darlin. It’s so hard for me to not say, “oh hell, my life was screwed from the start!” Like Edna St Vincent Millay, I’ve often said, “with him for a sire & her for a dam, what would I be, but what I am.” I, too, long for, & hope & pray for a day that I’ll be secure enuf to
have a healthy relationship & healthy life. It scares me to think that, at 66, youth & looks fading rapidly (especially after my abandonment in May & the pit of depression I fell into), I might never have another relationship, particularly a healthy one! I don’t even know what I’m gonna do with my life, & seem to have lost my compass & can’t find my direction out of what seems to be a “wasteland” in my life!
And I do have a therapist. A good one. And friends & family, especially my son who’s with me now, & a strong church family. And DAM! I can’t get myself un-mired!!
oxy – sorry to hear about your son’s friend…it’s weird how certain traumas crop up in families. I noticed this at home, when i was younger.
shabby – there is a tornado going through the spath’s state; and for a moment today i thought about how freeing it would be if a house dropped on her and she just wasn’t here anymore. I don’t feel rid of her…she is too conniving and too good at hacking computers, and i just don’t feel like she is gone. have felt this very strongly the last three days – dunno what that’s about. thanks for your kind words.
star – so sorry to hear about your friend, that’s just tragic.
you are dancing with your boundaries…learning the way to move across your life…keep going!