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.)
One Step – I didn’t have to register to see the videos – not sure what happened to you but will try to post a link that shows all available videos on the Brain series – it’s quite fascinating research in a number of different areas. The one that deals with psychopathy is entitled The brain and decision making.
You just click on the photo to start the video – sorry I should have mentioned that – took me a while to figure out how to work it! I tested this link and it works for the video on decision making so hope you are able to view it.
http://www.charlierose.com/view/interview/11226?sponsor_id=1
One steppers,
Still in the trenches, have plan worked out for after spath goes hunting with son next weekend. I have a plan and will stick to it, no matter the opposition. This act of taking care of everything and telling me how sorry he is, it’s all to get me back and continue his abuse.
I will be taking out the garbage “oh, let me do that, you have enough to do”, sweeping the garage “Let me do that, give me jobs to do, I want to make everything easy for you”, “you deserve to be taken care of”.
It’s so over the top!!! Normal people don’t do this crap. I gave the therapist who made this worse a piece of my mind.
And thankfully daughter is the amazing person she is. She will have some daddy issues but she will be okay! Son is buying into his b.s. but I can only do so much there. My therapist says to keep the kids out of it, but with son I’m afraid that he will turn into spath. I already see signs of manipulation when he deals with his friends. I just need to have faith in the fact that I can counter spaths bad parenting with positive parenting.
Thanks for asking how I am. I should have more resolution in the weeks ahead, this process has been going on far too long. Looking for outside validation has always been my downfall, I’m changing that part of me very slowly but it feels really good.
I finally feel more grounded, sleeping better and happier. I was in the fog for so long with the “it’s all in your imagination” crap. If I really look at it objectively, this is not something we should ever say to people we love. Never believe it’s your imagination. Never.
hopeforjoy – it’s good to read your message. you have plans. 😉 you gave the therapist a piece of your mind. 😉
boundaries are a beauty to behold. 😉
about your son – even with my short period of time with the spath, i can see how her horrible traits have infected me – it is about power. wanting some, and having their behavior modeled as being powerful. you are doing one of THE best things for your son right now – making new boundaries, coming into self respect, self-reliance and self-centredness (in the best possible meaning of the term.); and getting out.
empathics: 1 spaths: 0
you’ve made my heart happy.
One steppers,
I’m thankful you are my friend. You also made my heart happy!
I finally have a balance, it’s really great! It’s like this sickness that has permeated my soul for so long, it remained nameless, out of reach, and just out of sight. If it were physical abuse at least I could say AH HA, you are a bad man and you need to leave. This stuff is beyond imagination.
He gave me a card last week saying how proud he was of me (my grades at school, etc.) and daughter saw it and put it in the paper shredder! “Don’t believe his crap, mom” She has some major adamant, she says she gets it from grandma, but I’ll get there yet!!!
Just your question asking how I was doing, well I can’t put into words how much it meant to me…
Dear One_step,
I’m over half way through with the Night Listener book now, and he is starting to doubt the existence of the boy, but still questioning himself and his own motives for the boy being “real” and the motives of the “mother” of the boy.
Really a cool book, and you know it isn’t just about a “fake boy” brought alive by the lies of a psychopath, ALL our “loves” are FAKE and don’t exist and are brought about through the LIES OF THE PSYCHOPATH.
I realize my “boy” (my P-son) is JUST AS FAKE as your “boy” who never breathed, My “boy” had a BODY to inhabit, but he was NO LESS A FAKE. He was just as UNREAL.
I think that is a break through for me in a way, realizing my son was JUST AS UNREAL as your “make believe” boy was UNREAL. Just as manufactured.
Only it wasn’t some puppet master that kept bringing mine back from the “dead” it was ME resurrecting him over and over again. Every time I SAW he was NOT real, I would convince myself I was WRONG and that he WAS REAL because I WANTED him to be real so badly.
This book is very deep on so many levels, and maybe it didn’t intend to be but it is about psychopaths and our own delusions and denial. Our own needs and desires. I’m glad I found it.
I am in a funk. It has been going on for days. I just can’t the chatter out of my head.
The brain chatter about what this guy did and that guy did.
My son’s dad:
I kicked him out and he moved in with another woman. He came over to my house and said we should be friends. He wanted me to come along to look at the van he was planning to buy. I didn’t want to go. I was busy. He drove me nuts until I finally broke down and agreed to go.
I found out he was bringing along his “co-signer”!!!!!
I didn’t sign.
But, he sure drove me nuts trying to get me to sign the papers.
The car lot wanted me to put my house up for collateral. Even after I told the salesman that I would be giving up my house cause he won’t make the first payment.
I got so angry. I said “he wouldn’t need a co-signer if he paid his bills!”
The car lot staff ganged up on me.
The room filled up with salesmen who all chanted “sign it”! “sign it”! I wanted to run out the door, but it was blocked by salesmen.
I buried my head in my hands and I tuned it out.
Finally they gave up, and let me go.
to WHYME
I noticed that I met the next asshole after I rebuilt my life from the last asshole.
I thought I was healed and comfortable in my own skin. Then Mr. New tore me down and I had to start over.
Dear Jeannie,
OMG!!! “sign! Sign!””” What was in it for YOU? To get them to stop chanting! THAT WAS HORRIBLE.
LEsson learned: no matter what a psychopath says about “being friends” the ONLY reason they want contact with us is THERE IS SOMETHING IN IT FOR THEM.
Jeannie, I am so glad that you had the balls to REFUSE to sign, that was some heavy pressure. That’s what they DO though, is they get us into a “social” situation where “good manners” or their dupes (who ALSO have something to gain usually BTW) put their pressure on us “not to cause a scene.” Well, I WILL cause a scene if that’s what it takes.
Old Uncle Monster didn’t give ME any problems DIRECTLY because he knew I would not tolerate it, but once (back before he kidnapped my grandmother at gun point) I was going to help him get paid for his hay crop, the guy the previous year had baled it and hauled it off but NEGLECTED TO PAY FOR I T. So I rounded up some folks to do the labor for part of the hay and stack his share in his barn.
We got there, day one and cut the hay, then the next day (a day or so later) we showed up with trucks and trailers and guys to haul the hay (small square bales that had to be loaded by hand) Well, uncle monster was DRUNK and had a couple of his drunk friends with him there and had to show his arse to impress them so started in verbally on me as we were working on the baler to get it ready to go.
He thought “well, there are all these people here and she has committed to baling this hay so I have her arse over a barrel I can talk to her anyway I won’t and she wont’ bow up!”
WRONG! It went on for about 30 minutes and he wouldn’t hush, so I said to the rest of the guys who were there (some of whom were “friends of friends”) “WELL, sorry for the inconvenience boys, but let’s go to the house.”
Everyone loaded up in their pick ups and we drove off and uncle Monster stood there with his mouth open and 120 acres of hay laying flat on the ground. It never did get baled. Just wasted
The next day son C had to go back to pick up our tractor which had a flat and uncle monster came down there and was giving him a hard time verbally. Finally son C turned around with the wrench in his hand and said “Uncle Monster, shut the Fark up!”
Monster back peddled back to his house and never gave son C or me another bit of trouble. As long as anyone stood up to his mouth, he would back down. It was showing fear that made him come on. Just like a cowardly dog, if you back down it will bite, if you stand up to it it will cower down.
Some of the Ps, like my P-son, he’s like a Pit bull, won’t quit fighting even with one leg chewed off. You have to kill it to get it to quit. Uncle Monster was just an abuser of teh WEAK or what he thought was the weak.
Jeannie the description of the room full of used car salesmen changing “sign it” over and over makes me FURIOUS to the BONE!!!
Yes, I got to where I thought I was “healed” too, but what I was was VULNERABLE again because I thought I was safe, when I really hadn’t figured out what had “bitten me” with the first psychopath (my sperm donor).
My “cockyness” at thinking I was smarter than I was about protecting myself let me become a repeat victim. No more, at least now I know what kind of truck hit me and to stay off the freeway on foot! LOL and never FEEL entirely “safe” but exercise DUE CAUTION FOREVER. Not live in terror, but USE CAUTION always. No more pollyanna for me!
Ox Drover,
That is how powerful the damage is. You are just reading about it, and it majorly pissed you off!
I wish I could do that moment over again (at the car lot) and wish I had plowed through those salesmen like a bulldozer, and I wish I had filed a complaint with the state. But, I was so down trodden and simply trying to live in peace, that I was glad to get away and call it a day.
Your uncle reminds me of many men I have known. They take advantage if they think they see weakness. And the weakness they are seeing is someone trying to help their ass.
How stupid is that? Just when we feel stupid, we gotta look at them. They screwed themselves out of the help they needed.
Yes, no more Pollyanna for me either. Just hope it doesn’t turn me into a bonifide bitch. I do fear I could do a flip.
Dear Jeannie,
I think I have been told all my life that to stand up for myself is being “bitchy” but I am no longer believing that. Most people who CASUALLY know me could never ever believe I would be a “casper milque toast” push-over, but with friends and family that was the way I was raised and expected to be. To make a scene in public was a CRIME…no matter WHAT the provocation.
Yes, I only READ about your problem but It makes ME FURIOUS! I wish you had a DO OVER TOO!
I look back at myself. Caught RED HANDED a “friend” stealing from me and I WAS UPSET ABOUT HER SEEING ME AND KNOWING I HAD SEEN HER STEALING BECAUSE IT MIGHT UPSET HER!!! DUH!?
I CRIED! I literally pretended I had NOT seen her stealing.
Later, I finally started standing up to this woman and her husband who were NOT friends but were MOOCHES who were using me and thought they had a DEED to my farm because my late husband had not caught on to what they were doing and was their “friend.” Well, I am SORRY my husband had not gotten what these people were, but I DO GET WHAT THEY ARE and they are OUT of my life now. At the time though, I cried and cried and worried about being “too harsh” setting the boundaries.
NOW I set the boundaries and even if I love someone with all my heart, if they VIOLATE THE BOUNDARIES of HONESTY they are out of my life. No matter how much it hurts, it hurts less to get rid of a liar than it does to live with their lies, and knowing you cant trust them.