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.)
Ox Drover,
OMG! How horrible! You actually saw them stealing! and were too uncertain about your self to stop it?
Me too.
I was so beat-up by men that I allowed EVERYBODY to beat me up. I didn’t want to be beat-up. I just wanted peace. I would run and hide from every assault to try to get that peace I craved.
Jeannie, the thing is that learning to confront them (cause a scene) is risky (to my old way of thinking anyway) because they will be UPSET and throw a fit and accuse us of being unreasonable, and because I have not been sure of my own behavior being “reasonable” I would “pretend” that everything was Okay. They knew I saw them, I knew I saw them, and we both pretended it didn’t happen.
Back when my egg donor had been discarded/robbed by my X-DIL and the Trojan horse psychopath I said “let’s talk about this” and she didn’t want to TALK about it because she would have to admit she had treated me badly so she said to me “Let’s just PRETEND NONE OF THIS HAPPENED AND START OVER.”
It was like a LIGHT WENT ON IN MY HEAD. WOW!!!OMG!!!! I realized that is what I had done my entire life was PRETEND NO ONE HAD ABUSED ME…pretended we were a nice, normal family. Pretend everything is okay.
PRETEND.
PRETEND.
PRETEND.
THE END.
NO PRETEND.
I refuse to pretend any more, I’ll face the fact that I have been STOOPID, that I haven’t set boundaries, that I have been a door mat, that I have allowed others to walk on me, but I will NO LONGER PRETEND IT IS NOT HAPPENING!!!
The story of Joseph in the Bible showed me that you can “forgive” someone for doing something horrible, but you do NOT HAVE TO TRUST THEM until you know if they’ve changed BY THE WAY THEY ACT. Joseph didn’t trust his brothers when he first saw then, not until he had SEVERELY TESTED THEM to see what kind of men they had become in the 20+ years since he had seen them. They PROVED they had changed when they offered their lives rather than bring more sorrow on their father by letting Benjamin be sold as a slave. THEN and only then did Joseph reveal himself to them as their brother.
Now, I can forgive, but not forget, and not trust without proof…and when my trust has been betrayed, I will no longer trust or give them the opportunity to betray me again.
Yep, I was a door mat, too afraid to hurt someone’s feelings or confront them. I’ve come a long way, Jeannie. A LONG WAY!!!! May have a long way to go as well, but I’m doing better now than ever imagined I would so will keep on trucking. Not ever sit down and think “I am there” but will use reasonable CAUTION and good sense in my life. Life is good.
s
Dear Onestep and Hope for Joy
,Thanks so much for your compassionate words. Its SUCH a relief to be able to tell the truth on LF,things that you could NEVER say to any one else, ie,
“No, I DONT love my adult kids, I F—ing HATE them!!Im so TIRED of pretending to be Mother Theresa and still love these vipers I hatched.How in Gods name can you do it? Love someone who screwed you over for years and years and years? Maybe Jesus was able to do it, hanging on the Cross, but I aint Jesus! And you know when He said,
“Father forgive them, for they know not what the do”–Bullcrap!!They knew EXACTLY what they were doing!
I almost wish Hed been like Monty Pythons Life of Brian, and shouted,
“You Bastards! Youll fry in Hell for this!!”
However, maybe He meant something entirely different, maybe He meant”You dont know it now, but youll fry in hell for ever, because,{bottom line}, I AM the Son of God!'”
This pseudo love and compassion and forgiveness Im supposed to feel for low lifes like my daughters, who knew EXACTLY what they were doing,to not only stick the knife in, but twist it, as well!Well I DONT feel it! Maybe in time Ill get to “The Nirvana of Indifference”, but Im not there yet!
Love,
Mama gemXX
gem – if you can’t do it here, where can you?
like your pythonesque take on anger – i have found the dark humor i have about the spath to be really important – humor is power – and really important in this process – so, get all dead parrot on these relationships.
i want to still have a relationship with my dad, and i am in a fury over his stealing from me and his N crap – i do love him – the him i remember when i was younger and his n traits weren’t so obvious ’cause he was lord of the castle with loads of supply…i can’t forgive this man, because I need the anger to keep me away, and to move forward sometime and sue his ass. i can’t forgive him – it would be bad for me – i can’t stop knowing for a moment what he is…and he’s a tricky one, and a sneaky one – oh, that ungrateful one step…blah blah blah – it plays in my head, and i have to be careful, to not let it get me. i saw a card today and laughed my head off, and said to my friend, i’d be buying that for my dad if i still talked to him…this way i honor the good that i did experience, and the part of me i miss because i don’t have him to riff with – but it also draws my line in the sand. i need to do that over and over and over.
i think whats most difficult with family is that they don’t care. people who are supposed to care, don’t. and we bleed for a long time because we think they will sometime, or that we are defective because they don’t. that last bit is insidious; the bit where WE get blamed, either by ourselves or others (including them) FOR WHAT THEY DO.
the spath does this – she projects her shortcomings on others – or at least some weirdo distorted idea of what she does…but that would be an exact projection, n’est pas?
trying to pretend – well, it twists us, and distorts how we should care for and protect ourselves. we can’t afford to care for those who do not care for us. the cost is ridiculous and high…and for what? well, it is a huge challenge to let got of the shoulds and oughts…..but we have to work away at it, don’t we. one day at a time.
i think you should find a pic of the python sketch and put the pictures of your children under it. then burn the whole damn thing. anger burns like a brush fire – above and below the ground – and the trick is to get it all above ground so that it can burn itself out.
i need to find some more help with mine. i think i would like to do some gestalt work – ‘yell at the chair’, so to speak…hmmm, need to look for a gestalt therapist – one or two sessions would move me further along. don’t know if there are any peeps here who do that. will have to look.
be where you are gem…let the fire find the air so that it can burn out in time.
oxy – i just read your post to me up-thread about your son being unreal as my fake boy who never drew breath. i couldn’t have read anything better today.. it immediately took me to tears; right past the armor of surviving.
i think i am going to be okay.
it’s been a year since the resurrection, and everyday i am happy to be another day away from it. a tornado rolled through her state the other day – i thought how wonderful ti wold be if she were just ‘gone’ (house/ striped socks scenario). but she isn’t. she’s still out there. someone hacked one of my email accounts the other day. could be her. don’t know that she won’t resurface…i don’t want to be haunted by that idea – just the threat of her nastiness has hobbled me. i will continue to work against being scared of her, and what she could do in my life. actually i have lost most of my friends and family in the last year…and really the only thing i ever feared losing was my rep and work. i thought i had friends who wouldn’t be frightened – i still think i was right about them, but they were frightened by what happened to me..and didn’t have the depth of compassion to deal with it or the curiosity to try to understand.
we are such desirous creatures. in buddhism that is the trait that is ascribed to be the dominant one in the human realm. i have gone through a bit of a genesis in the last three days about my own desires – what i want and want to be real. saw that i want things i can’t have, and that wanting things i can’t have leaves me empty…undernourished. story of my life: undernourished (and during this time and others -eating like hell to feed myself).
creative non fiction is my favorite genre – and i suspect this is the genre maupin wrote in. ‘stories’ are potent protagonists. i have such belief in art – seem to have lost my ‘faith’ in it to some extant – fake boy had a hand in that…I have cut off from some of my deep wells because she/he poisoned them. these need to be reclaimed. she went through me like a butter-knife, sliced me clean through, only a bit of iron strength and great heart holding me together.
i am starting to feel again. some of the ‘nerve damage’ in my psyche is healing – that’s not always a pleasant experience. i’ve got a long way to go – i know the wound is still gaping, but i am starting to be a more whole person again.
Onestep,You are BRILLIANt. I love you. You totally “get” it.
And, I owe you an apology! remember when I was hiding behind being a nice loving mother, and couldnt cope with all the F–k words, as my spath D. no.1 used to shout them at me?
Well IVE FOUND MY INNER LILY ALLEN AT LAST!! I NEED to be able to go”Two fingers” to these bitches, and FUCK you to them!
My inner Mum,{I mean my own Mum who didnt always act like she said I should act}, well its like she was on my right shoulder shouting,
“Call yourself a Mother!A Mother forgives! A Mother bears all!
A Mother puts up with all! A Mother gives all!’Yada yada yada.
Ive finally got myself enough inner Mojo to say F–k off!! to her too, because she WASNT the saint she claimed to be! she was a two- faced Hypocrite, who maligned, and nagged my poor Father all the time.She always tried to mak e it,”Its just us two against him!”{her and me.} she prevented me my whole life from getting to know my own Father.And she wasnt the saintly Mother at all. She was manipultive, cruel to my 2 brothers, constantly comparing one to the other,-no wonder my brothers a re to this day emotional cripples.She really did a number on them.
I finally worked out why my older bro was so appallingly rude to me at Mums funeral, and told me off for crying.He was shit scared of being real,and crying with me, poor sod.So, he did his usual Porcupine act, put out these prickles so no one could get too close to him., especially his sister whom he HAD loved, once.
Its so true what you said about us bleeding inside because we thought,”Maybe Im wrong, maybe they are nice inside, maybe they will ONE DAY be nice to me and love me back. NO aint gonna happen!Look at what happened to poor newLily, living off meagre crumbs that all the spaths threw with disdain at her, hoping right to the end that theyd love her back.. Didnt happen.
I dont want to end up like that, but neither do I want to be a hard faced cow.Im getting better at seting Boundaries, with everyone, not just spaths.
Thanks, one, you are brilliant. Bessings! and Love,
GemXX
I LOVE that line,–
We cant afford to care for those who dont care for us”,–Brilliant!
Hi to all! It’s been awhile!
Dear Steve, I haven’t been on in awhile but when I checked, this was the first article I saw and I so thank you for it! I have had the week from hell and came to LF and read exactly what I needed to.
Thank you, as always, for your words of wisdom. What you wrote about above describes more than one person in my life, I am coming to see and for the first time, I have seen the tactics my own mother uses. And I’m not liking what I see. In fact, I’ve spent the past several weeks slowly, but surely withdrawing from her life. It’s sad, but I am seeing the guilt tactics, the controlling and the rages, hearing for the first time the things that come out of her mouth. It’s pathetic. I’m just glad I saw it now and I have to thank LF for that.
Hi Cat! 🙂 Sorry your having a NOT good week…..but i’m glad to see you around LF.
Holy Moses….
Gem, One and Oxy….
All your posts above are POWERFUL!
The pretending light, the realizations, the acceptance, the declarations……ya’ll are on a roll! Wow….thanks for that exchange.
I can sure connect!
And GEM…….Get your Lily Allen on girlfriend…… 🙂
One more time…..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QvWj18LeU1g
Thanks EB! Ya know Im finally getting in touch with my inner spath, and BOY does it feel good! Im finding my inner F__K you, and middle finger to both of my spaths!
I think Im on a roll! One has been so helpful to me, -hell, all of you have , esp. Oxy,you, hens, what the hell, ALL OF YOU!!
THANK YOU Im getting there, and Im GETTING IT!! TOWANDA to us all!
Love, Mama gem.XX