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.)
Silver – wanna come deal with the marketing bitch i beared my teeth to last week? snort – YOU are a badass. (Did you threaten to light anything afire this time? ;))
One, it wouldn’t be fair. We’d hunt as a pack……..she wouldn’t have a chance! LOL!
Quid pro quo- I’ll help with the whelp and you can come verbally dissect the town engineers who are messing with my peace and harmony and while they crumble, we’ll go somewhere and laugj hard….
How’s that?
Will you guys leave me a leg to gnaw on?
🙂
hunting in a pack it is!
Hey, Verizon may have the network behind them, but WE HAVE THE PACK!!!!! Paint ourselves blue and yell TOWANDA as we attack!!! The pack attack!!!
An interesting academic interview about decision making and psychopathy – psychopathy is presented as a mainly emotional problem – the presenters use neuroscience to outline differences in the psychopathic brain and decision making process.
http://www.charlierose.com/view/interview/11226?sponsor_id=1
ADAMANT! Yep! A group of my old friends had been badgering me to cut my hair…..It was below my shoulders, as it’s been for the last 8 yrs. I kept saying “I have great hair & I’m not gonna get an old lady cut just becuz I’m 66 & that’s what we’re sposed to do.” I was adamant about that.
And then my hair stylist agreed with them! He said, “You need to cut it. Freshen it. Your long hair doesn’t do you any favors now.” I thot, “screw all of you. I know my hair.”
But I went to my stylist Wednesday for a “consultation”. I thot. He was there, w/ scissors in hand. I kept saying, “no, not so much. omg. i’m shaved. i look like Wilson (Tom Hanks’ volleyball). no more no more!”
So he stopped cutting. And I came home with a BOB. That looked like something you wore to the 2nd grade in 1955. (if you were lucky….my mother yanked my hair into french braids every morning.) I looked like Suzy Homemaker’s Gramma…..like I needed a mini-van.
Bummer. I kept saying, “This sh*t ain’t me.”
But you know what? I slept better that nite than I’ve slept in a long, long time. Good dreams, even. I thot, “hmmmm. that cutting that man right outa yr hair might have some credence….” I mean, they say that whatever you ingest stays in yr hair for months….& that old energy does, too.
So I took another look at my hair yesterday. And again this morning. And I called my stylist & said, “i’ll be there at 3. I don’t want housewifey. I’d rather have waify.”
And he took his Edward Scissorhands to me & voila: I think I found my moxie hidden under alla that hair!! Now I look like OLIVER’S granna! And I like it. “Sassy”, someone said. “Ballsy”, said another. I look like I live in the streets of London with all the urchins in the world & LIKE IT!
Amazing. I’m all amped to go to the satellite rally for Jon Stewart’s Rally to Restore Sanity tomorrow—Just me & my dog. Like the Old Days before J. Before he castrated me.
DAM!!!! I think I’m remembering who the heck I am!!! Now I AM ADAMANT.
And, yep, Oxy, you’re right (as usual): the best intimate relationship y’can have is with yr own damself!!!
Sometimes it takes radical moves like rad hair-cuts to get outa the slime they leave in our lives!
Wildstyle & Silver,
you’re right. It’s not like a normal relationship that just didn’t work out. It’s like being thrown into a nasty, yucky snail trail with no way out. It’s not something we can get over easily. I’ve feared I’d never get over it atall. I’m still trying, trudging, fearing, faltering, & flailing. But one thing I do know is that I’m blessed by having a lot of supportive people around me who DO know he wasn’t just a good guy fallen out of love. I’m blessed that—even tho they didn’t speak up til after he was gone—they all said, “we never trusted him. we worried about you from the start.”
And, I, for one, don’t think therapy is an *option*. I firmly believe it’s an ESSENTIAL. I’m also blessed that I have a wonderful, human woman therapist who does understand everything I’m saying to her…..someone I can entrust with feelings & thots & truths about my life that I’ve never disclosed to anyone else. (& I’ve had my share of analysts in my life.) What these sociopaths leave us with is no choice except to go back & tear it ALL down & build it back up again. We had some damage when they hit our lives or we just wouldna allowed them in…..& then they went thru our houses of cards like neutron bombs….leaving it all flattened.
Ya gotta get back to genesis….& that’s what a good therapist helps you do. Take out the buttresses, tear it all down, discard everything that doesn’t further, recycle some, keep what’s good, & redesign/reconstruct it even stronger than ever.
Ya know, that’s kinda what I did with this haircut. I cut away all the false walls & curtains that’d been built up in the past EIGHT YEARS that I was with him….the same 8 yrs since my mother died, leaving my inheritance in jeopardy, the same length of time my hair had been growing….all that weight that kept me burdened for so long.
Wow.
Dear Whyme,
Darlin’ I’m so glad that you got your hair cut and it makes you feel better! I’ve actually had my hair short forever (since I was 22) and now I’m letting it GROW for the past 5 years! So different strokes for different folks! Whatever rings your CHIMES!!!!
Having a relationship with our bestest friend–OURSELVES–is where it’s at!!! Treating ourselves like we would treat our bestest friend, that’s where it’s at!!!
I treat my best friend wonderfully because I really do love her! I deserve to be treated as well, and so now I am treating me as well as I treat her! It’s a good feeling! (((hugs))) TOWANDA!!!!!
Polly – i registered on charlie rose, but can’t figure out how to actually get access to the broadcasts.
have downloaded the entire transcript – all 39 pages of it…hmmm, video would be better…
WOW!! whyme, just WOW!!
You me and Oxy are older women, and were all now staring to emrace our Inner COUGAR!! TOWANDA!! WAY TO GO, SISTA!!!
Im 71 years young, and I look better now than I did 10 or even 15 years ago! As all the sticky layers of pain, sludge, misery which we in our ignorance ALLOWED the former spaths in our lives to do to us,we are getting better and better and better!
Its only around 17 months that I was lucky enough to find LF, and WHAT an education! As the FOG of fear, obligation and guilt,{false guilt} starts to lift, I have gone thru every stage of Kubler Rosses grief process, not necesserily in a tidy, ordered way. Disbelief, did they REALLY do this to me, then Anger, NOW im REALLY FURIOUS! Bargaining,PLease God, say it aint so!
In my case it was my 2 spaths daughters,-now 44 ,and 46.
The RELIEF of discovering NO Im NOT going crazy. The self reproachment,”Did I REALLY allow these Bitches to do all of these unspeakably cruel and mean things to me?And Im supposed to forgive all and go on loving them, without EVER getting any form of apologies from them? The terrible pain of them using their children as Pawns, to withhold and torture me with. the frustration of not being able to do a DAM thing about it!
The self guilt and shame of knowing I ALLOWED them to con, lie to, and use me for YEARS AND YEARS, as a cash cow.
And, finally, I am STARTING to see light at the end of the tunnel.
I have a good life with my darling second husband. I CANT save them from themselves.I HAVE to let go and let God. Im not responsibel for all their DNA!!
I have to be honest and say I feel very little love for them any more, as they have destroyed it.My Mothers advice, “Give all to your kids, forgive all, keep on giving, NO NO NO!! NOT if in the process I am destroyed by these bitches, who I know dont give a rats ass about me.
Like you a week or two ago, I had a new funky short haircut, 6 foils, and a nice Auburn colour over it. No more grey hairs showing.I look funky and fun! I have very few wrinkles anyway.
I have some nice clothes, and I intend to wear them and show them off! from now on, I will embrace and enjoy every day!
And to hell with these ungrateful bitches! let God deal with them. They have some compound intrest coming up in the Karma department!!Whyme, Oxy,and I, we are on our way, and were here to stay!! lets hear it again, TOWANDA to us all!!
Love,
Mama gem.XXX