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.)
Hey ErinB – I had a sleepless nite also. Kinda set the tone for the day – bah hum bug cat poo..Stopped raining so I am going to go dig up some hostas and iris and transplant and maybe mow if it drys up enuff..i will check in later for kalina’s observations…
I was just sent this by a friend;
Backspath….all the way.
(Posted on Craigslist)
To the Guy Who Tried to Mug Me in Downtown the night before last.
I was the guy wearing the black Burberry jacket that you demanded that I hand over, shortly after you pulled the knife on me and my girlfriend, threatening our lives. You also asked for my girlfriend’s purse and earrings. I can only hope that you somehow come across this rather important message.
First, I’d like to apologize for your embarrassment; I didn’t expect you to actually crap in your pants when I drew my pistol after you took my jacket. The evening was not that cold, and I was wearing the jacket for a reason. My girlfriend had just bought me that Kimber Model 1911 .45 ACP pistol for my birthday, and we had picked up a shoulder holster for it that very evening. Obviously you agree that it is a very intimidating weapon when pointed at your head … Isn’t it?!
I know it probably wasn’t fun walking back to wherever you’d come from with that brown sludge in your pants. I’m sure it was even worse walking bare-footed since I made you leave your shoes, cell phone, and wallet with me. [That prevented you from calling or running to your buddies to come help mug us again].
After I called your mother or “Momma” as you had her listed in your cell, I explained the entire episode of what you’d done. Then I went and filled up my gas tank as well as those of four other people in the gas station, — on your credit card. The guy with the big motor home took 150 gallons and was extremely grateful!
I gave your shoes to a homeless guy outside Vinnie Van Go Go’s, along with all the cash in your wallet. [That made his day!]
I then threw your wallet into the big pink “pimp mobile” that was parked at the curb …. After I broke the windshield and side window and keyed the entire driver’s side of the car.
Later, I called a bunch of phone sex numbers from your cell phone. Ma Bell just now shut down the line, although I only used the phone for a little over a day now, so what ‘s going on with that? Earlier, I managed to get in two threatening phone calls to the DA’s office and one to the FBI, while mentioning President Obama as the possible target.
The FBI guy seemed really intense and we had a nice long chat (I guess while he traced your number etc.).
In a way, perhaps I should apologize for not killing you … But I feel this type of retribution is a far more appropriate punishment for your threatened crime. I wish you well as you try to sort through some of these rather immediate pressing issues, and can only hope that you have the opportunity to reflect upon, and perhaps reconsider, the career path you’ve chosen to pursue in life. Remember, next time you might not be so lucky.
Have a good day!
Kalina & all-Is the trend is the way food feeds our soul? Food is love, healing, life. Vampires, zombies, soulless monsters and spaths don’t need good comfort food to fed themselves–that’s how we can spot them…
EB–I can see how being a chef could easily be exploited by spath. It think spath even mimicked liking some of the foods I love to get close. He has very immature tastes (sorry, but gummy bear ice cream?)
Towanda~!
Dear EB, That’s an OLD “letter” but I still belly laughed as I re-read it! It should have been signed “Love EB” and been told from a female perspective! LOL
I had one of those “sleepless” nights too—and heck, the moon wasn’t even full! Woke up at the crack of NOON feeling like I had laid under a bridge all night with a bottle of “Old Animal” and a killer hang over! If I’d had anything to drink, might have not felt so bad! LOL
Looks like you guys cooked up a storm last night and Gem was right! I wish I’d been there but was reading a new book, FINISHED it! That’s the problem with good books, I can’t put them down and go to sleep! Heck, I gained 5 pounds just reading about the stuff!
Great day here too, cool, breezy, sunny and DRY! (actually we could use some more rain.,..and more and more and more….we’re soooo dry! Even after the rain Thurs, Friday and a bit Sat a.m. it is back to DRY POWDER in my “yard” (no “lawn” the grass is and has been gone all summer!)
To Hens,
What do you mean “a cat poo trend”.
Kalina – tis just my sic humor, was posting about feelin like cat poo this morning before you posted – no offense – I will butt out while you tell about the trend your seeing.
EB –
My spath was a ‘chef’ too! She would even go find those cute little aprons to wear. She actually completely sucked at cooking and baking but, it is one of the things (since I didn’t do it) that ‘hooked, lined, and sinkered’ my husband:)
Oh me oh my! Really, really! An island is what we need. We can send them all there and your ex-spath and my ex-spath can cook and bake for the lot of them!
bbe-what a kindly gentle sir. <<>>
I know a woman who is high in psychopathic traits and she fancies herself a chef (not a cook mind you, a chef!) Anyway, one day we were eating with her and her husband and she had burned the sausage (and milk) gravy and I think there is NOTHING in the world that tastes worse than a BURNED milk gravy. Everyone at the table (yes, she served it!) took one bite and SPAT it out! YUK! Her husband (brow-beaten guy that he was) ATE TWO SERVINGS and I have NEVER SEEN SUCH A PAINED LOOK ON HIS FACE IN A LIVING HUMAN, it was pathetic. LOL ROTFLMAO
Actually they have a “gasoline and fire” relationship and he is about as bad (in a different way) as she is, he can throw a pity party like no one else I know, and say why he is entitled to others taking care of his needs. He has one of the greatest acts of ENTITLEMENT I have ever seen, or been taken in by— I must hang my head in “shame” and say—but this is the couple I finally learned to set boundaries with—and now am finally NC with them, so they have moved on to mooching off of his MR brother instead of me.
Learning to set boundaries for them was a BIG challenge for me and I remember crying my heart out thinking I was being “too harsh” the day I caught her –CAUGHT HER—stealing from me! I cried and cried and cried some more, then decided I would LOCK the door to the area she was stealing from…and I asked son D if that was “being too harsh?” LOL Can you even imagine me doing that!!!??? Yep, sure did!
Later after I had told them they must leave here, “this is just not working for me.” I had also told her that before they came (they lived about 35 miles away) to “call and be sure we are home BEFORE you come.” (a “nice way” of saying, DON’T COME HERE WHEN I AM NOT HOME.)
Then on a day when she THOUGHT I would be gone, she “called” wanting to come up to get some of the stuff they had left here, and I asked “Yea, I’m home (she seemed surprised) and I asked “where are you?” (so I could estimate the time she would arrive) and she almost swallowed her tongue it sounded like when she said “AT THE GATE!” LOL Then she said, “Oh, but I wouldn’t have come in if you were not home!” (yea, RIGHT! I believe that! NOT!)
She was so tight jawed it is a wonder her teeth didn’t crack, and she stayed about 10 minutes and took about one or two small boxes of stuff with her and left. All the while she was here I was chatting away like “chatty cathy” and keeping her in my sight, following her around like a puppy dog as I chatted. LOL I never did figure out what it was she wanted to get that day, it obviously was something she could have gotten and carried across the fence and locked gate, and something that would have been outside of a locked barn, hanger, house or shed. I really do doubt that she would have broken into my house or shed as that would have left evidence someone had been here and she was more the SNEAKY type.
I haven’t seen her since then, and the only contact I’ve had with either her or her husband is via e mail when I essentially told them to not bother calling the last time they tried to “feed” off me.
Looking back 2 or 3 years and seeing how emotional I was over setting limits on someone STEALING from me for goodness sakes is an EYE opener in how much progress I have made since then. I think all too often I (if not others) lose sight of how FAR I have come from where I WAS in the past. I think we should remind ourselves once in a while that we are making progress, we have come a long ways, and however far we still might have to go, it wasn’t as far as it was when we started!
Towanda to us all!