There can be different perspectives of the sociopath (and other seriously exploitive personalities). These perspectives can offer different experiences of these disturbed individuals. At the same time each perspective offers, I suggest by definition, both a somewhat advantageous and yet limited view of the sociopath.
Living with a sociopath, or finding oneself involved deeply in a “committed” relationship with a sociopath, will offer an incomparably intimate experience of the horrors that sociopaths can inflict on their partners.
Clearly no one, and that includes the so-called “experts” on sociopathy (clinicians and researchers, for instance) will be able to appreciate the impact of the sociopath, on this level, like the partner who has lived with, or been closely involved with, one.
This close, personal relationship confers upon the partner of the sociopath a certain knowledge of sociopathy and, I stress, a certain intimate experience of the sociopath that no clinician or “expert” can possibly approximate; thus, the sociopath’s partner’s experience is surely a unique one, qualifying him or her, from this particular intimate vantage point, as really the ultimate “expert” on sociopathy.
Now thankfully I’ve never lived with a sociopath, a fact which also happens to limit my experience with sociopathic personalities—specifically, in this case, the experience of having lived with one, and had my life razed by one.
In this sense my, or anyone’s, clinical experience of sociopathic individuals—just like one’s clinical experience of any individual—is limited by the structure of the clinical relationship. It is a relationship with boundaries provided inherently, so that the clinician or researcher (unlike the sociopath’s partner) is for the most part protected emotionally and physically from the sociopath’s most damaging, hurtful, violating behaviors.
On one hand, the protection to which I refer—again, a protection that’s inherent in the clinical setting—clearly limits the clinician’s capacity to fully experience the sociopath; on the other hand, the very structure of the clinical setting may enhance the clinician’s ability to apprehend aspects of sociopaths that may elude the sociopath’s partner, because he or she—the clinician— again unlike the sociopath’s partner, in operating within a structure of safety and protection, can observe and study the sociopath more freely and through a much wider lens.
The clinican is afforded the chance to observe and study sociopaths’ attitudes, their interactions, their styles, their variations, their differences. And, of course, not just one of these individuals, but many.
And so the clinician’s experience with sociopaths, while less rich and informative in some important ways than the partner’s experience of the sociopath, in other ways yields him or her different, additional opportunities to grasp how sociopathically-oriented individuals think and act.
And yet over and over again, I note it when a Lovefraud member points out, “But what do YOU know? Or what does HE know? You (or HE) never lived with a sociopath!”
And my response, whenever I read these comments, is to agree with them wholeheartedly. They are entirely valid comments and speak a truth that all so-called “experts” on sociopathy should heed well: those who have lived with the sociopath possess a certain knowledge and experience of the sociopath that is not only unique (as I’ve suggested), but non-attainable to a clinician in any sort of safe, protective clinical setting.
In this sense, or certainly in many respects, the clinician has much more to learn from the sociopath’s partner than the other way around.
(This article is copyrighted (c) 2010 by Steve Becker, LCSW. My use of the male gender pronouns is strictly for convenience’s sake and not to suggest that females aren’t capable of the attitudes and behaviors discussed.)
Fearless,
GREAT ADVICE!!!!!
Kalina, Absolutely right!
Friends,
I just watched a video about a mother who suspected her grown son resembled a sketch of a murder suspect. She notified the police and with all the evidence, found this guy was the killer. The mother cried saying how sorry she was. Her son, on the other hand, not only had no remorse but laughed about getting caught. “I just wanted to see what it felt like to kill someone”.
one year ago the ppath fake killed the fake boy. it’s been weighing on my mind. wishi had it together to give her the anniversary present i had hoped to. never had any idea it would take me this long to do the things i set out to do. but i am not all that stressed about ‘getting it done’ anymore…i’ll get there when i do.
it’s be a bad week. some of it was CAmom’s (thank fucking god he’s dead) situation with her spath, and a lot of it was work and chemical reactions…again. crap.
but i find talking about th ppath draining right now. so i don’t.
best,
one step
Fearless and Kalina – I agree with Oxy! I have to share that later today I went to get my oil changed on car, in case I did decide to take trip – and one of mechanics
had problems with bottom oil cap – it cracked and there was no place in area that had the part. So the owner who has known me as good customer for some time -explained situation and came with me to rental place so he could get a rental car for me – and said to take the trip in it or not, up to me. I was given
any choice of cars and he agreed with me I should take a nice, new convertible. It’s funny – I still may not go tomorrow, think I may just take it for a nice drive close
by with my son – but as I drove it home I also stopped at store where I went ahead and bought myself new compressor to replace one that my friend always promised
to return to me – has probably been 8-9 months ago that he ‘borrowed’ it. He said again today he’d get it back to me but I’d already made up my mind to do something
about it now, not later – I’ll feel better having one in my car again and having it available for my bike.
Bottom line, this owner and also woman at car rental place were very generous and helpful – driving home in that beautiful new car (though I do have decent car) and
buying the compressor has given me a lift I really needed. God spared my son this past week, everything else is small potatoes. In exposing ourselves as much as we can to reliable and positive people, it helps us reclaim and affirm those qualities in ourselves.
Dear Kalina,
People are astounded that I ever turned m y son in for any of his crimes, or that I am FIGHTING his parole release, and the Uni-bomber’s brother is lauded because he turned in his brother. I actually feel very sorry for the Unibomber’s brother as he is taking on the “shame and blame” for his brother’s actions—which are NOT his actions to own. But you know, I would TURN in YOUR kid if I thought he killed someone, so why in God’s name wouldn’t I turn in my OWN son?
My son is a monster, and he has no shame and no remorse. He is like Joran Vanderslut only not so famous and as far as I know he’s only killed one, not two women. Neither of them have any shame or any real idea of the pain they have inflicted upon the families of the victims or on their own families.
In a way, it is sad that ANY creature cannot have any SHAME for unnecessary killing. I can understand why a lion kills, it is programmed to kill to survive. But even a domesticated DOG has shame if it sneaks into the hen house and kills a hen or sucks eggs. A psychopath though, doesn’t have the shame of a hound dog.
Sometimes I almost feel overwhelmed that there is no SOUL inside my son. That is when I must realize that “my son” is gone….that the MAN who is in the prison cell is not that cute little boy that was such a joy to me. That child is dead and gone. I sure miss him sometimes, but I can’t bring him back any more than I can my husband. I can even weep with sadness over their losses, but at the same time, I no longer choke. My heart no longer stops or crawls into my throat. I can cope. I can live. I can still love those memories and treasure them. It eases the loss.
Dear One_step,
I hear your pain, and the only thing I can suggest is to do what I did, is to bury the “boy” that is NO MORE, have a private service of memorial, and cover over the tomb. Leave it there. I had to do that with my own child who WAS REAL but who IS NO MORE, who is GONE, just as “gone” as your fake boy. Neither of us can get them back. We loved them but they ARE dead to us now. But we are living. We need to live! (((hugs))))
Oxdrover;
After a couple of incidents this week, I am reminded about the negatives of online dating, particularly the from the gay perspective. At best, I might meet somebody “nice” and that will probably lead to just sex, regardless of what the person says. It is also an isolating time-saver.
OTOH, tonight I was out with some people after and AA meeting. I had a nice coversation with this one guy, which was a “seed” planting for further conversations.
I am no longer going to waste my time online, if, for the obvious reason that since the x-spath is present on most of these, it violates my NC rule even if he is not currently active on a particular one…
Dear BBE,
I am glad that you have given up the online dating “dream”—or DELUSION I think is more appropriate! LOL
Be careful though in AA as there are quite a few “dry drunks” there, who are actually Ps that are still Ps even though they are SOBER psychopaths, so keep your P-DAR on high alert. Just for the time being why don’t you focus on making friends of both sexes and just enjoy getting out and about since your surgery etc.
Kalina,
yes. I would like very much to have a discussion about these personality bifurcations…..in both “perpetrator & victim”. In his many email Notes to me shortly after J left me, while I was still begging for his forgiveness (!!!) & pleading for him to take me back, he often said, “this is so difficult….terrible, really.” “it gives me terrible anxiety.” “it brings me to tears.” or “i’d like to explain everything to you, but it makes my hands shake.” & then, “i’m only a quiet, simple man, & all i have is my soul.” He *expressed* a struggle, anxieties, that he’d prayed daily to know if he was right in leaving me. I’ve read, & my therapist tells me, that SPs don’t have anxieties about their actions.
My thinking—strictly as it applies to J, you understand—is that there is a SPLIT inside of him….not a “split personality”, but just that he’s not a Whole Person…that he’s Fragmented. That there is a very dark, very evil side to him, & that it wars with his “acquired conscience”—something much like SP’s ability to mimic love & other learned behaviors that enable them to move thru life undetected. (until after they’ve beaten their latest prey to the ground & they’re seen for what they are!)
I’m wondering if this is possibly a facet of some SPs, narcissists, psychopaths in general. I know that my 3rd hb—the one I see as truly psychotic—didn’t have anxieties or guilts about the ways he’d abused me during his (believe me!) “psychotic episodes”, tho he’d always buy me jewelry or take me on lavish vacations afterwards…….he’d just say, “uh, I’m sorry for the way I acted, & let’s just forget it.” And He Would!!
That’s not what I’ve seen in J. I know he did suffer from extreme anxieties (which he told me was why he had to leave our bed for the couch at 4-5am, where he’d curl up & rock & try to deal w/ his anxiety.) I don’t know about the “struggles” he purported to have had about leaving me—that could be just more SP BS!
Hey Perse:
I kinda got the sense you didn’t want a comment…..
So….i’m just gonna say this….
TAKE CARE OF YOU!
Only take ownership of YOUR shiat!
I’m glad your son is okay……and your right…..everything else is small potatoes~
Enjoy the convertable……take the top off and roll baby.
XXOO
EB