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.)
where’s the party?
By my fireplace tonight hens….
wheres YOUR party darlen?
EB.. I wish you had a hunk of burnin love to make some smore’s with..I have had a busy day, a good day, my party is gonna be a bowl of milk chocolate icecream in bed here shortly – but dont forget I bed down with three weiners everynite – hmm whos turn is it to lick the bowl tonite? yeah that bout sum’s up my party life – yee haw ~!
Well, we got some rain you sent our way Henry! Passed over quickly but will settle the dust at least! We needed every drop we can get!
I wish you’d stop talking about ice cream! That’s my weakness! Gosh I wish……oh, well, wish in one hand and SPIT in the other and see which gets full firstest!
EB I’m at least glad I don’t have to chunk wood any more! Or yet! It was 70 here today and beautiful, outside in my short pants and cut off tee shirt! They say we will have a warm and dry winter (La Nina!) We need a WET one but will take whatever we get I guess. I haven’t been so successful in changing the weather, I think it is psychopathic so I might as well quit trying!
We’ve had DRY, FLOODS, hail stones the size of base balls, winds and tornadoes so I guess we have about run the gauntlet of different kinds of weather the last couple of years and all my cussin’ hasn’t done a bit of good.
I ended up taking in a homeless psychopathic horse and a homeless psychopathic woman, but they’re both gone now so I guess I’m to the good!
Today was a good day though, so any day on the green side of the dirt must be a good one!
Hope you have a nice time in front of the fire, EB! Eat your ice cream Henry and don’t think about me back here in Arkansas starving and would give a large part of my anatomy cut off with a dull knife to have just ONE BOWL of it! Heck I’d even fight the weiner dogs to lick the spoon! LOL Where choc ice cream is concerned I have NO SHAME!
G’nite!
I love ice cream!! I guess I got here too late for a party…
it’s only 10:34pm here!!! 😀
Yeah……no hunk of burning love around here! 🙁
Just the squirrel that scared the shit out of me, stuck in my walls.
My pork roast in the crock pot woke me up at 5am…..the aroma….YUM! I got up, checked on it, nibbled a bit, checked LF and emails and went to go back to bed……got to the hall and heard this loud something up stairs….called out to Jr….no answer….stood frozen in the doorway, thinking, well…..my baseball bat is over by the door, I didn’t have a phone with me, and I was carrying a fork and small bowl from my office…..so my weapon was a fork.
I stood there for about 4 minutes, until I thought……fark this…..I’m getting Holly from the kids room. Opened the door, and she thought it was play time…..I directed her upstairs…..and she was worthless……as I decided, I’d use my fork the best I could if someone was upstairs! Couldn’t rely on anyone…..but the fork!
I remember the ‘old’ eb would stand there in fear…..this time the fear set in and i didn’t let it last……I manned up, grabbed my balls (and my fork) and marched upstairs fearless by that point!
It turned out to be this squirrel stuck in my wall……scratching to get out…..he’s still there, nothing I can do for him. I’ve pounded on the wall to try and scare him out…..but he stays scratching in the same spot.
Damn things gonna stink here in a few weeks.
I’ve had a lazy day……had the kids bring up wood and stock the fireplace…..and i’ve gone between my office and the recliner by the fireplace. I’ve been putting my furniture back after the carpet soaking……and throwing shiat out and rearranging stuff. Decluttering.
The weather is very much like Oregon right now…….drizzly, no snow down here yet. Great hunkering down weather.
Hens…..one day….when the time is right……i’ll be laying with mr. wonderful on my kodiac bear next to that fireplace, having him lick smores off me! 🙂
Until then…..I’ll just have to settle for the meaner that shiat (not) German I have the company of! No weiners for me!
Dear Onestep,
Everything that you describe (i.e., the dark murderous thoughts, etc) is perfectly normal. EVERYONE has a shadow side, even if they aren’t conscious of it. And if someone is even remotely taken aback by what you have written, then it’s safe to say they have a very paltry understanding of psychology and very little self-knowledge. In fact, it’s the people who AREN’T aware of their “darker half” who concern me! (And who are ultimately resposnsible for the greater part of the world’s mischief.)
So I say dabble a little with the darkness! Just keep a small part of yourself detached and unsullied by the anger and resentment. Over time, the bad stuff will wear itself out, and the good part (i.e., the soul) will still be there – as shining and winsome as ever. But it takes a long time, as I’m sure you already know!
EB, hahahhaa, running around with a fork!
Good for you for not staying frozen in fear!
one_step, I agree with Constatine…
everyone has a shadow side.
I admire that you know these parts of yourself so well,
I need to work on knowing myself better, never been good at
self reflection, push thoughts away, used to eat if I was feeling anything bad.
Don’t do that anymore, but have to work at not getting depressed and anxious,
that’s where the Atavan comes into play…
but we’ve talked about that before!!!!!!!!!
Well, 3 of the four books on psychopathy I ordered are here, and I’m not “into” any of them too deeply….Meloy’s book is a lot of word salad, the one by Cordelia Fine, “A mind of its Own, how your brain distors and deceives” (now this is normal brains trick us and actually helpl us stay seeing more of what we want to see and less of what makes us unhappy—so the P has the advantage.
The other book I’m reading is talking about AntiSocial Personalities and Conduct Disordered kids being “bad guys” but that the psychopath has all their characteristics plus the lack of normal emotions, and has more of the “sneaky” kind of aggression as well as robbery and viisical violence to rob you or get what he wants.
I’m not sure I buy all the research statistics, you know “statistically a mann with one foot on a hot stove and the other on an ice cube is on average COMFORTABLE” LOL (joke from analytical statistics class)
But I do agree with some of his points, but I think it goes back to the article that Liane wrote in that they are not on the same level.
Some psychopaths have less hostility and anger and violence, and more manners and smooth talk to CON you out of your money or your love or sex, but others will just go for the fist in the face or kill you, others will plot your murder to get your stuff.
I’ll do some book reports on these books when I get done reading them so you can decide if you want to read them yourself. There is some interesting stuff in all three, but so far it is slow reading and sort of technical. The guy doesn’t make his books smooth reading, Cordelia Fine’s book is much easier to read for my little swiss cheese brain with all the holes in it.
Thank you God for high light pens!
Glad you seem to be doing better One, keep on improving! HOpe your weekend is nice!