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.)
Update on one of my spath friends. Remember Anne? I think that’s what I called her. Anne was my friend who wanted to call me to account for her own mistakes! She was constantly late and completely clueless about finding me when we tried to meet, adding a bit of the surreal when I would say it wasn’t OK. Like, “You need to compromise.” And, “I’m going through a hard time right now.”
Uh-huh. Going through a hard time is why a lot of people, it turns out, have to be so doggone abusive to others.
They’re just losers. It’s not their fault. Right.
Has anyone read “The 48 Laws of Power” by Robert Greene? I’m reading it, and it’s delicious! I’m learning to be less generous, sensitive, and passive overall. In this crowd, I’ll call it a good thing. He emphasizes that these games are being played more or less everywhere, so we should just get hip to them.
Well, check out Law #10: Infection — Avoid the Unlucky. I was avoiding actually reading that chapter, but I did last night, and guess what — Anne was in there. People like her, at least, were in there.
It wasn’t what I expected: tarnishing your public image by association with bums. It was about being pulled into the bad luck yourself! Believe or not, kings and princes and barons of industry have often fallen prey to the unlucky.
The scam is basically that a person with all that drama in their life evokes powerful emotions on the part of other people. Life suddenly becomes interesting in their presence. Losers become much-loved people. Eventually, though, their act starts to wear thin. It seems as if calamities follow them, and the people who love them, everywhere.
But still we think: It’s not their fault. But yes, it is. It’s their fault. Sure, everyone is subject to falling down once in a while or even a tragic end, but come on — all the time?
I doubt that many losers even realize what they’re doing. They just think, oh, another streak of bad luck. It’s not as if they win from playing this game — except they win in the short term. They get little rewards.
Nonetheless, they don’t see a moral dimension to this, except the story that puts them at the center as the tragic hero. They are conscienceless, all the while evoking conscience in others and even being able to fake it pretty well themselves.
I’m committing right here and now not to fall victim to any more victims. And yes, I’m a hard-hearted “monster,” as somebody told me yesterday. Really? Oh, come on!
Dear Sistersister,
I totally agree with you and I will order that book as soon as I am done with this post.
The “Unlucky” are also the UN-PREPARED.
Spend all your money on “toys” and then when you have a flat tire, you are so UN-LUCKY you can’t come up with the $5 to get the flat fixed and miss a day of work, and because it is the 10th time you have “called in sick” without a doctor’s excuse, you get fired!
Soooo UN-LUCKY—not your fault you got fired, you tried but you couldn’t get to work. Oh, pooooor you! sooooo UN-LUCKY.
You called your dad/friend/whoever to borrow the money to fix the tire but just because you haven’t paid back the last $500 you borrowed and promised to pay back a year ago they—the mean monsters they were—wouldn’t loan you the five bucks, and then bring it to you, change your tire, take off work to get it fixed, and then rush you to work, missing a day of work at their own job. What monsters they are, it is their fault you lost your job. You are soooo unlucky! Poor you!
There are people who ARE unfortunate (notice I did not say Un-lucky) they get hit by a stray vehicle driven by a drunk driver and break both legs and can’t work—those people I will be willing to help, to go out of my way to assist.
The person who doesn’t plan ahead and gets into difficulty can get themselves OUT–go their own bail, pay their own way or do without. NOT MY JOB to get them out of the ditch!
However, the people who have done their best to take care of themselves and have had an unfortunate event out of their control—different story. The thing is to distinguish who is who, because those “unlucky” souls seems to always be able to put on the PITY play that will make a rock cry!
But when I see that someone is not making any arrangements to meet their own responsibilities my empathy does dry up…and that includes my own offspring.
Thanks for the book suggestion Sister! (((Hugs))))
Yeah.
Love that. Sounds like you knew this person with the flat tire.
Dear Sister,
I’ve known a couple of hundred “unlucky” folks with “flat tires” or other troubles that they just didn’t see that they BROUGHT on to themselves. That was just an example of how these people’s lives are so “Un-Lucky” it wasn’t any one person’s story. But after a while they all start to sound ALIKE! Some of them are psychopaths as well, and have “dependent personality disorder” and seem to think that the world owes them a living and to take care of them.
I ordered that book, and thought about ordering a copy for someone else who is “unlucky” and then decided “WHY BOTHER? they wouldn’t get it anyway!” LOL
Yes, Oxy, I wouldn’t buy one of those for a spath. It might give them ideas.
I’m perfectly willing to use a lot of these techniques myself, though. I figure, if somebody is working a mild con on me, I am justified in working a mild con right back on them.
Most helpful lately has been the law about simply ignoring something you find disturbing. Don’t go after some idiot, or argue. Just banish them, or the problem, to nonexistence. Problem? What problem? We give these dramas life the longer we protest them.
That’s what NO CONTACT is all about Sister!!! NON-existence for the problem, non-existence for the psychopath! What problem? What psychopath?
Well, not all “un-lucky” people are psychopaths, but many psychopaths are “UN-lucky”—to me it is just a matter of pre-planning and preparation. The Ps just generally don’t have good “forward sight” and they also have no “Hind sight” so it makes them BLIND to much of what goes on in their lives and they attribute it to “being UN-lucky” and it being someone else’s fault!
hi everyone. i’m posting this poem with donna’s permission, in the hope that it might resonate and heal someone here on some level. my first attempt at slam poetry. towanda!
crack the world wide open
the naked self doubt; the needing to shout,
the skinned knees; the ripped tees
the wanting to please, please
the wanting to run when needing to hide
the walking in heels with him by your side
the closing the book after catching a look
too lazy too fat too skinny and stupid
dangling a carrot while playing with cupid
all of the time not being quite real
from standing, to sitting, and then you just kneel
in front, or behind, looking up for a sign ”
then
stepping on cracks that take you back down
while spinning in circles around and around
you think there is love, but then realize
that you have been doped, pathological lies.
you take your children, one in each hand
and move far away to the city-side land
working two jobs, for minimal pay
no credit, no savings, no sleep before day
bleeding too heavy; caffeine for the revvy
valium takes off the edge, no jump from the ledge,
the lump in your breast, the pain in your chest
your feet they are swollen, but you just keep rolling
you ache and you hurt, you feel just like dirt
because all of your life, words have cut like a knife.
exploding, raining shards of glass
that separated us from race and class,
the women, women down on the bottom
broken and stolen in their city of Sodom
(man’s voice)
you make the money, i’ll take it away
cause you are my bitch, yesterday and today
ride or die, with me by your side
I’m cute and I’m slick, (but I’m really a prick)
but I make you look good, without me your nothing
you know in your heart you can’t make it to something
so you let me take you and ride you and hide you
I can have what I want, within you, beside you
just a woman, in the past or today,
still all down beneath us, our slaves for the day.
(woman’s voice)
we have risen beyond it, we’re all here as one
it took fifty years, but look what we’ve done
the wars have been squashed, the guns are silent
the sociopaths all live away on an island,
our children are safe, our doors have no locks
the water and air have completed detox
we walk alone in the woods, safe from harm
in each community, a family farm
rent has been outlawed, no one lives in need
we have finally planted the utopian seed.
but
back to what’s real, our lives are worth saving,
we need only direct our ranting and raving,
speak only the truth, even if your voice quakes
move away, go alone, if that’s what it takes
your body, your face, do not measure your worth
stand with your head high, it’s a right of your birth
recognize deceit, it flies ’round us like wind
to bruise and to throw you, until you are pinned
’neath a fascia of charm, secrets and cunning
ignore it completely and they will go running
do what’s best for you, reach out to your sisters
take off the heels, heal all the blisters
care for your body, feed yourself first
drink water and love, and quench the deep thirst
via truth and community, the peace that we seek
rising beyond what has made us so weak
not forgiving but moving to release it fully
resist, open up, defeating the bully
in the world, or your home, they are all just the same.
let’s get to work sisters, this isn’t a game.
for the sake of our children, our lives and our homes
our sanity, our hearts, our internal poems
let’s all stop wishing, and dreaming and hopin’
and with each truth let’s crack this whole world wide open!
What a wonderful poem 🙂
This article is so reassuring to read. Despite how often we try to tell ourselves we shouldn’t blame ourselves for not spotting the lies and deceit, it’s easy to fall down this hole of self flagellation.
Reading Steve’s article reminded me how I once responded to someone who said “how on earth couldn’t you have spotted it”. I said I wasn’t born into this world armed with a “beware the lies of a sociopath” tucked under my arm. Aren’t we generally encouraged to have a little faith and trust in the people you live with and love? If we walked around this earth being suspicious of everyone, convinced they will lie and deceive us, what kind of world would that be?
Sometimes I had people say “if you spend your time worrying it will happen, it probably will”. Well I didn’t spend my life expecting it to happen but it did anyway, and to some extent I was very naive in the face of the lies as I just didn’t spot them straight away, or assume they were lies, because they seemed believable enough AT THAT TIME. It’s only when they begin to mount, and a little doubt in their plausibility begins to appear, and you begin to think “hang on, this isn’t making sense” that you start to notice them more often and pay attention. But that doesn’t mean you think “uh oh – sociopath”. Aren’t sociopaths just something you read about in novels and see in films?? I still remember my friend and saviour telling me that “evil doesn’t come dressed up like Darth Vadar” – so true. It often comes dressed up with a handsome face, a cheeky smile, and a lot of charm.
Of course, now I would spot it more quickly. Now I would spot the little inconsistencies. Now I would pay attention to the little red flags. However it is a shame to think I am now inclined to be less trusting so quickly with anyone. My inner lie detector is permanently on and filtering. I never want to feel that way again. Never.
I agree that they are cowards. I agree that lies and deception come quite easily to people who live by the lie. They are generally not as good at it as we might think, it’s just that, as this article says, we aren’t running around looking for them.
I really appreciated reading this tonight because I have often found it all to easy to see this as a weakness on my part, rather than a weakness on theirs.
Thank you.
LJ 🙂
Dear LIG,
TOWANDA!!! and thanks for sharing that deep part of your soul with us in that poem! I definitely could relate. It is obvious it came from the heart–and maybe even deeper!~the soul!
Thank you! (((Hugs))))
so, i finally called my gram. it was as heartbreaking as i had expected. i have seen my mom through many years of dementia – and I can’t bear it with my gram.
i haven’t talked to her since early summer. she started to slip about a year and a half ago. my heart could not bear it and bear the spath aftermath, and my poor health. i had always hoped that living closer to her – 5 hours, instead of 3000 miles i could see her more, and i have – but the last couple of years i have not had the money. but it never became my seeing her every couple of months.
i went to visit her 2 xmases ago and i wanted to go see her the weekend my back went out – no, actually i didn’t want to go see her – because it hurts like hell – but i was forcing myself to go. i love her, she is THE best in my family.
i have always been the person who bore up well in the face of illness and death. i started burying friends and lovers at 13. i’ve nursed people through dying and illness…i canna do it anymore. i am spent. even for the best person in my life.
she is moving into a home in a month. a wise decision and she is good with it. she likes the people there.
she was telling me her last hospital story, for the tenth time, and my heart was just aching – but then she said, about a nurse who had bugged her, ‘i wanted to smack her.’ 🙂 i am my grandmas daughter.
and i am just going to have to make peace with my inability.
my god, this weekend has been a tough one…oy….