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.)
Hi Why Me,
Thanks for understanding. How long have you been going through your trials with this? I’m guessing the trouble started before May (?). Good that you have a support system, that’s got to help, even if it’s not making you feel like you’re out of the mire.
I often wonder what it’s going to take for me to feel out of the mire, too. I’ve been moving through the anger, and am getting that processed (before, it was just blocked, and festering). I’ve been moving through the grief, shock, fear and horror as well. Some days, I find a small clearing, and I feel good again. I remember what life can be like, when it’s good. But since I haven’t finalized all my business that’s linked to Spaths and histrionic, narcissistic freak-shows, I end up back in the battle pretty quickly.
My plan has been to finalize all my outstanding, pressing business that links me in any way to the life I had built based on good faith in people who turned out to be sociopaths, etc. (um, which I could also describe as a life I built in blindness, vulnerability, neediness, weakness, and desperation). It sounds like you already cleared yourself free(?), so hopefully your recovery will go faster than mine. I hope!
I’m hoping for a new start after I finish clearing out as much of the crap as I can, but I know the real changes have to keep happening on the inside, and the outside will catch up. I haven’t been able to rush the process, no matter how much I wish I could. Believe me, I have tried putting bandaids on the gaping wounds. Totally didn’t work. Now I’m left to swat away the vultures as I try to heal the right way.
In any case, bad parents suck. And I suspect I’m mostly stuck until I process the heaps of garbage that mine dumped on me, and figure out how to be a good parent to myself. I’ve learned so much about how to take better care of myself in the last years. But I hear you when you say you’re afraid. I’m always afraid too (almost always) – afraid in a PTSD kind of way, afraid that things won’t ever really get better, afraid I’ll never have a good relationship (once in this life would be great, thank you very much ;). Sometimes, when I can let go of the fears, and just sit with things as they are, it’s a huge relief. I find some peace that way, but hell, it’s not easy to get to it.
Btw, I just watched a really heartwarming film about a middle aged woman who finds a new start in life. It’s called Bread and Tulips (on Netflix Instant streaming), it was pretty great (no typical Hollywood histrionics, just about a really sweet woman who had a bad husband, and finds a new way to live). Don’t forget, we can be beautiful at any age! 🙂
take good care,
Psyche
Silvermoon, thanks for the quote from Mao, I really like it. -psyche
Oxy, Yes, I’m sorry, It is MRSA.
I don’t feel that my past with spaths made me a better person. I really feel it damaged me to the point of no return.
For instance, if I am feeling ‘out-of sorts’ I act like an idiot. Total clutz. I have two right feet, and two right thumbs, my tongue gets tied and it blurts out something stupid, I turn in circles (literally).
I don’t recognise myself at those moments!
I think I become the “stupid woman” the abusers made me out to be.
This happened recently when I attended my son’s baby shower. I thought I didn’t have a place to stay so I canceled. It turned out I did have a place to stay, so I had to jump and get going with the plan.
My youngest son and I had to scramble to get ready on short notice. It was a three hour drive for me. I arrived late and tired from the drive. My ex-boyfriend drove me, my sister and my son to attend the shower. It was another 45 minute drive to get to shower!
We had trouble finding the house and by the time we made it to the shower I was really wiped out. I saw a woman at the shower who always made me edgy. It sent me into a tail spin.
I asked where to find the bathroom. I was heading in the wrong direction and spun around to get redirected in the right direction. Then I asked where do I smoke. Again I got turned around in a tail spin to go to the right door.
This woman who always made me edgy was doubled-over laughing at me.
I steered clear of her and had lots to drink. I finally calmed down and enjoyed myself.
It was ok. My ex-boyfriend calmed me down just by him being calm. My sister calmed me down just by being her fun self. Everyone else at the party calmed me down just by being fun.
Ox Drover
I like your analogy about the silent but deadly ones!
I gotta tell my sister that one!
We will add it to our list.
So far me and my sister call abusers:
1. Sticky boogers
(icky nasty stick-on boogers that stick from hand to hand as you try to wipe it off, gotta wipe it on someone else to get it off)
Now we got another one!
2. Silent but, deadly.
(you can’t see it or hear it. Yet you smell it. You can’t prove who did it. And he will be sure to be the first to yell “what stinks” and look at you!)
Gosh, this could be fun.
If anyone wants to add to this crude analogy list?
Jeannie,
Sometimes especially late at night on a friday or saturday night we get into one of these discussions just for kicks and giggles! Helps to laugh sometimes–I like that “sticky boogers” LOL
silent but deadly – oh my ~!
jeannie812, maybe you are having some “crazy” moments… but there is no way you are the “stupid woman” and don’t let yourself think that for one second!!!!!!! I feel like I’ve changed… I’m very quiet now when around a lot of people… I wasn’t like this before.
Trying to figure it all out.
jeannie i feel damaged from the encounter with the socio ..not just emotionally but like ‘nerve’ damage..oh well gotta keep on keepin on – what else can we do?
Henry, darling, you get the “bashing yourself on the head” prize, but you ARE improving on that, I will admit! Might be that I have bashed you on the noodle with the cyber skillet so many times I might be getting through to you (notice I said MIGHT) that the problem is and was HIM—HE was the worthless one, not you!!!
I am glad that you are keeping on, keeping on, though. I liked what someone said about “learning to function in our dysfunction” —that is what I have done all my life—ALL MY LIFE–and now I am STOPPING the dysfunction by cutting the dysfunctional people out of my life. WOW!!! What a concept! I never thought of that before. Cut the dysfunctional people OUT OF MY LIFE! SIMPLE!!! I wish I had thought of that 40 years ago, would have saved me a lot of freaking trouble.
My worst problem was I put up with monsters because I didn’t get it that I didn’t have to…DUH!!! Actually am STOKED on that phrase….my life story in ONE SENTENCE.
Henry, you have learned to recognize dysfunction, and realize it is NOT you doing it now, and that YOU DON’T NEED DYSFUNCTION IN YOUR LIFE…even if you care for those people, you recognize that they are UNhealthy for you, and you distance yourself. I mean, come on! How many people (most of us here) have tolerated abuse/dysfunction, when ALL we had to do was GET AWAY from those people?
I am so PROUD OF YOU HENRY, just listening to your gut. Like your buddy gal that is a problem to herself and others, you GOT it–recognized that SHE has a problem and you are not letting her problem become yours. That’s my kinda guy!!! (((Hugs)))