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.)
I’m sorry, I hope I am not cutting in, if I am and it’s not a good time then please just look past me.
I just found out today that the p’s dad , my sons grandpa was in the hospital,,, not life threatening but very painful. I had not known, so I said, ‘if i’d known, I would have let my son know and we would have went and seen him for a few minutes.’ P says, ‘ well they decided not to release him just yet so you can.’
I do.
They kept him because he has merca.
I found out when his dad seen that I did not know, I guess no one was suppose to bring children. WT-? I guess had I known, it’s no different then at home. He’ll always have it and no I don’t expect him to be treated like the plague. But,,, He had been instructed by the docters, they all had, to warn people and not bring the children.
He was sooooo happy with himself.
How could you do that?
I know, I know,,,,,, I know.
it’sjustme, what a complete sick thing to do to have his own son show up at the hospital when children are not supposed to visit? Did anyone stop you from going in the room? Or was there any kind of sign warning people not to go in. It’s unbelievable, how can he be happy with himself?
shabbychic,
It is, right? I can’t imagine doing something like that. I hope as I loose my mind and become like them, that I don’t go as far as they do. No the nurses at the station, didn’t give us a second glance and I didn’t notice anything on the door, warning.
As much as I’ve read, learned, the research, the investigating,,, I still can’t stop asking, why and how.
Dear EB,
By the way, I think that scratching in your wall could be a poltergeist – ha ha. You know that’s one of the first signs of an “infestation”, don’t you? The supposedly “true” story behind “The Exorcist” (Robbie Doe) all started with a supposed “squirrel in the wall.”
Okay, I’m just teasing you. But it is almost halloween, right?
thanks all for your thoughtful responses – i half expected someone to yell ‘psychotic’, as that is what i started to think of myself as i was writing yesterday.
shadow side…lordy yes. will haul out my jung.
shabby – i have been on ativan for two weeks, along with some anti inflammatory medi. and pain killers – all for my back. today will be my first day without the arivan and i am not looking forward to it – i can feel my body seizing up already. i spent a good long time thinking about how to get a long term script. It has made such a difference to my pain levels in general, not just my back. I was able to walk the beach yesterday and come home and not suffer – i can feel it coming on now. sigh. i am going to find another dr i think. some drs. are not comfortable with some drugs. ativan is normally prescribed for anxiety and muscle tension – i have both in spades. i have had for a long time. i am tired of being in pain. i need to work with a pain management doc, who understands there is no virtue in suffering like this, and although addiction to ativan is not preferable, it is more preferable than chronic pain.
hopeforjoy – thank you for your post – i really get the ‘alien’ aspect – i feel like this every day – like i don’t belong. the movie ‘Blue Velvet’ creeped me out mightily – and it was because of the slam of ordinary into depraved. i realized yesterday that i have, on a psychological level, been living out my that dynamic because of the spath. oy!
Hey Guys especially Skylar:
Thanks for the responses.
I really had a rough spot there last night. I received a VM from the man in the gym-he wants to have lunch. If you recall he NEVER calls anyone. So I did what I knew to be best. First, I ignored the VM and second, I called my cousin, the patriarch of our family. He is around the same age as the gym guy. My father passed and I don’t have brothers. My cousin is a medicine man and very well known and respected in the community. He is going to have a sit down with the guy and spell it out for him.
Keep in mind that Native culture is a lot like Middle Eastern culture in that it is a patriarchy (except Navajo) and I don’t say the name of the Tribe (my mother’s) because it is a tribe that is very specific to this area. For privacy reasons I don’t want it all over a the net where I am. Someone could put the pieces of my story together. I think you all get it.
So, I am certain that will do it. I cannot shame him but the medicine man can. Kinda like the Candy Man can!! 🙂 LOL see I still am laughing so I guess it’s all ok.
Skylar, that is too bad that you experienced a betrayal here on LF. I noticed that after you posted, the conversation turned to weather, ice cream, squirrels in walls etc. This is what I mean. We come here and MOST of us are damaged emotionally. We want support and kindness. BUT we are imperfect humans and like Constantine points out we all have our dark side. I am a big believer in overcoming our darkside. I think you are too.
Don’t know who the culprit is. Don’t want to know. I have my gut feeling BUT it does not matter!! You are here and you persevered. Even online communities have their cliques, their dominant characters, and their worker ants, and even their village idiots (I am thinking of the troll tho some may snipe and say it’s me). Women are VERY territorial creatures whether it’s guarding their men, their kitchens, offices, etc even their websites. It’s all understandable. We are all faulty in some areas. I hope that the two of you can find peace. It takes TRUE guts to make amends.
So with that said I will never bring this up again. It is finished now that it is out in the open. We are all adults here.
Thank you again for mentioning St. Micheal last night. I sighed a prayer to him and everything came together. He is a powerful spirit guide. God Bless You Skylar and don’t worry it was nothing you said ok? Just my radar working overtime. It’s a little skewed due to the stress so I am letting it all go…
Constantine:
Wow it is amazing the synchronicity. I’ll bet even when you have gray hair you will still make a few hearts go pitter patter. As far as you leaving your thirties, you’re still a pup!! Believe it ok?
Sorry to hear about the broken heart and the stolen money. Yikes that sucks!! I have never had money stolen but my soul was stolen and it is not fun. Had to spirit journey to Ireland several times to get it back. Very draining.
I think I need a break from LF for awhile. Thanks to everyone for all your help! Oxy, you are awesome. I have said it before and it’s is worth repeating. Your respect and humility shows through loud and clear.
Prayers and Blessings to everyone here. Well, I’m off to see the wizard, er I mean the medicine man….
Adamsrib
Don’t rewrite history to ‘divide and conquor’.
Thank you for your advice Erin,
please continue, I have much to learn from you.
this is one of the prayers that saved me from the psychopath.
It is one of the reasons that I feel protected and can walk in the valley of death but fear no evil.
Litany of Humility
Written by Cardinal Merry del Val. He was accustomed to recite this prayer daily after the celebration of Holy Mass.
O Jesus meek and humble of heart, Hear me.
From the desire of being esteemed,
From the desire of being loved,
From the desire of being extolled,
From the desire of being honored,
From the desire of being praised,
From the desire of being preferred to others,
From the desire of being consulted,
From the desire of being approved,
Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being humiliated,
From the fear of being despised,
From the fear of suffering rebukes,
From the fear of being calumniated,
From the fear of being forgotten,
From the fear of being ridiculed,
From the fear of being wronged,
From the fear of being suspected,
Deliver me, Jesus.
That others may be loved more than I,
That others may be esteemed more than I,
That in the opinion of the world, others may increase, and I may decrease,
That others may be chosen and I set aside,
That others may be praised and I unnoticed,
That others may be preferred to me in everything,
That others may become holier than I, provided that I become as holy as I should,
Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it. Amen.
Now, I’m not saying that Jesus has granted my prayer, but it is my goal and focus, so it helps protect me. Sociopaths destroy us by latching on to those things that the ego wants. It is what we have in common that they understand us by. Let go of those and they have no power over us. In fact, we become grey rock to them, they can’t even see us because we’re too boring. They can’t stand boring.