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.)
WhyME:
I (for the last time) separated from spath in Jan 08.
Divorce final May 09.
Still have restraining orders.
Normal….not even sure what that is…….
Not even sure I EVER knew what normal was.
I met spath at 13 and were together for 28 years.
I will be 43 in a few weeks.
It takes time……a lot of time.
Buckle up…..its a rollercoaster ride….of up and down emotions.
I’ve dated lightly……no one I’ve went out with twice…..I’m the one date wonder! 🙂
I’m still a virgin and not in a hurry.
It’s important to me to KNOW how I got to today…..and NOT repeat.
The only way this will occur is if I do my work on me.
I’m ‘open’ to love…..but I think I still got some work to do.
DON”T RUSH IT! This is where we get into trouble. We look past things, we deny things and we don’t see clearly.
It’s all too easy to do!
DO NOT contact him…..it won’t matter either way.
Healing is for you…..and NOT to inform him of your progress and discoveries.
Write here…….whatever you want to tell him.
You will evolve into not caring what he thinks…..it’s just part of the process.
Erin: Thanks as always…It seems you’ve walked your own talk so completely to get to this point – it’s hard to imagine you were ever even remotely confused about
where you stood on things. I did know about your fight with cancer, did not know about the strokes or the artery, it’s humbling to realize that so many of the people
here have had such major challenges – and are still standing with sense of humor intact…
hens, are you out there – want you to say something, even just a happy face! Haven’t looked on other threads yet.
My enlightenment came through the pain……only with educating mysef…..and getting angry sure helped! 🙂
We all have a story….none more important than the other……
It’s what we do with our story that counts.
Dear Persephone and Whyme,
How long? 40+ years of NC with sperm donor. almost 3 yrs NC w/egg donor, 3+ yrs NC with P-son, 9 months mostly NC w/non-P son who lied to me, 4 yrs NC w/X BF-P—so different amounts of time.
Normal? Nah, never normal! I’m never gonna BE normal, but I will be wonderful! I am wonderful! I am HAPPY! I am content! I no longer desire to be with any of them, and no longer want to communicate where I am in my healing process. It is none of their business.
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I still get some stressed at the business I have to do about them…like working now on the presentation for the upcoming PAROLE HEARING for my P son in prison. Have to have it to the lawyer soon. His hearing is in January 2011 and hope he won’t be able to come back to parole board for another 5 years…but then if I am living I’ll be there again, or my other sons will be. Or my ESTATE will be. My son will KILL AGAIN if he gets out. He will ROB again if he gets out. He needs to stay in prison. I intend to see if there is anything I can do to keep him there, it will be done.
That’s stressful. But I am not continually stressed like I was. The stress is decreasing and the peace is increasing.
Like ErinB said “the enlightenment came through the pain”
We learn to walk by falling and trying again, we learn not to touch a hot stove by touching one. We learn how to set boundaries by not setting them and being hurt. We learn we are valuable by validating ourselves.
It takes TIME…but that’s okay!
Won’t write long post as left eye acting up, gets dry/stressed…son said I should get anti-glare screen for doing art/reading on computer.
I seem to be perpetually tired this summer, want to quit my job, ‘retire’ and just make art and hqve been busier marketing it more, so I can take the ultimate leap. Even though
I’m tired, have actually felt more confident, more centered. But I’m still in contact with him, through my own experience and Pia Mellody’s book hammering it
into me, it seems like we just go through this endless cycle. I enjoy his company when he’s loving or in good mood, then when the crazy-making starts or I have
to use up my time/money I get more and more impatient. I’m getting more and more impatient with everyone at times and know that ultimately, it’s ME (and
like EB said, the owning of my own sh-t that is the problem – I’m really impatient with ME…not taking a stand or making a decision IS a decision. Like EB’s cancer or my own medical side trips over the years, in a way they’ve been a blessing – even situation with my son lately has given me more perspective as to what is of value and has given me more time to detach from romantic relationship. But I admit I have the hardest time just defending my position to him to just BE and have time away from him, not necessarily NC yet – he says if I just say the word, he’ll go on with his life, that’s he feels I love him but I’m not ‘in love’ with him as he is me. Perhaps he’s right…I have broken up with him probably 3 times in 3 months and various situations like my sister’s death, his birthday – whatever – have gotten it going again. I’m still stuck in that it doesn’t seem right to just write him off- oh, I know I’m going to get majorly boinked when internally I know I have come along way – you guys will keep at me…I know it is my decision and my story – I did change code on garage with my son the other day, felt a bit guilty but feel more secure in doing that.
Going to bed, so much for short post.
Baby steps my dear…..baby steps.
I spent 10 years with my SP-ex husband and we have a daughter. I had been told by his mother that he was adhd but she denied him any medical care for his “condition” while making sure her youngest son received care (meds). When my daughter was young, I took her to several counselors and medical doctors because her behavior was not what I considered “normal”. I relayed the information about my husband’s adhd and all of the professionals stated that she was adhd as well. It wasn’t until she was 13 when she was diagnosed as oppositional-defiance and anti-social personality disorder. At the time, I didn’t understand the gravity of what that diagnosis meant as I was too busy just trying to control her behavior. I should also add that my SP-ex worked very hard at making sure she was EXACTLY like him and denied that she had any problems (This would have meant that he had problems as well). Fast-forward. She is now 19. Lives in a travel trailer with a 40+ yr old family friend of her fathers (although it is reported that there is no “relations” between the two) because her father kicked her out of his home. She recently “borrowed” this family-friend’s truck and disappeared for two days. He immediately called me asking if I had heard from her. After two days of phone conversations with him and people searching for her and the truck being reported stolen, I finally told him about her diagnosis. I did so because I get so angered that people just take it for granted that “she is just immature and will grow up in time.” It is exactly this attitude that I have dealt with for so many years and people’s insistence of “enabling” her and blaming her behavior on “the teenage years” or “all girls have problems with their mother’s”. It also didn’t help that my SP-ex stood on the bandwagon and proclaimed to everyone that I was the one with the problems and there was nothing wrong with “HIS” daughter. He always made sure to get involved whenever I enlisted the help of professionals and he would go to their office, “make a scene” and issue threats.
It is those of us who are closest to her (lived with her) that know the truth (except for her father). And those that “think” they know her based on her “persona”. I have learned through here to not vocalize her diagnosis. But I choose to do so when I see her causing harm to others as I see it as just minor issues leading to something much bigger if they continue to enable her. They just don’t get it. I love her very much and I still want to protect her from herself, but at the same time I want to protect others. I fear that in time something worse is going to happen…either to herself or worse yet…someone oblivious and innocent.
It is truly amazing the different perspectives that people have about SP’s. When I think about the people that were involved in my ex-SP’s life when we were a couple and some that finally chose to eliminate him from their lives since then…these same people do not see the same “con job” in my daughter. They let her babysit their children. They believe her lies and cons….and when the truth finally comes out or she is exposed…they make excuses for her behavior. I don’t want her to be alienated, but I do want them to be aware.
It can take years for the average person to realize they know a SP. Even longer for a clinician that doesn’t have input from those closest to the SP.
I know what it means to be the only one in the room who knows a woman is lying — the only one besides her — and watch her get away with it.
I know what it means to have your only child turned against you with lies and be ridiculed for merely trying to set the record straight with honor, honesty and integrity.
I know what it means to play by the rules against an opponent whose only rule is to create mass destruction but not get caught.
I know how it feels to have false police reports ruin your life in untold ways and watch the felonious perjurer walk away unscathed.
I know what it means to have a flock of fools rally around the most deceitful snake I have ever encountered and pretend she is the victim when in fact quite the opposite is true.
Yeah, I lived with one of these demons. I’m a 10 Year Survivor, STILL cleaning up the wreckage.
This is the first time I’ve seen a clinician or psychologist admit that the partner of a sociopath has anything useful to contribute. In fact, in my 8 years experience of life with a sociopath the most common reaction I get is where my sociopath has already convinced the therapist that he is not a sociopath and that he/she has cause to be very angry with me (even before they meet me) and typically by the time I enter a session with him the therapist is ON THE ATTACK… and has become his verbal pit bull. What has happened every single time is that he is able to quickly convince therapists that he was previously misdiagnosed (over the past 20 years) and that I was the one who actually diagnosed him incorrectly – it does not matter what his treatment records say because he will convince them NOT TO READ THEM and that his domestic violence charges related to me were something that I fabricated entirely and he tells a fake story about what happened that is nothing like the truth. He always fails to mention his arrests when he was married to his previous wife – in fact, he failed to mention those to me too. He alternately claims to have “selective memory” and “intense detailed memory” and explains that to therapists by saying their absolutely perfect therapeutic sessions are unlike any he’s received in a lifetime and he’s so so grateful to them… he’s in awe and it is that perfection he gets from them that causes him to “break through” to these perfectly detailed memories. Always they are flattered beyond usefulness… always they discard any urgings on my part to read the records, to use logic and recognize that his “illness” began decades before he met me… always they get caught in his web and illogically begin to scold me for feeling anything… they begin to scold me for “somehow” manipulating him before I knew him and insist I must have done it… always they treat me like a villian. I no longer get fooled by a therapist or tricked into attending any of his verbal bashing sessions using his newest “pit bull”. In my opinion therapists are humans first and in the throws of an older sociopath (he’s in his late 50s) who has a lifetime of skill at manipulating physicians and therapists and pretty much everyone… they are a lot like me, they believe him and want to “protect” him and they don’t even know they’re being manipulated for a long, long time. In my experience the very first thing a skilled sociopath does is manipulate the therapist – actually, they are easier than most people for a skilled sociopath to manipulate because they USE the fact that a therapist is there to help and wants to see progress in his/her patients. He gives him/her what she wants and they in turn appreciate him like no other patient and view him as a victim of all the horrible people in his life. Nothing could be further from the truth and it is one of THE MOST DANGEROUS situations the partner can be in.
EB,
There is no such thing as Normal. Life throws us all kinds of nonsense. Some of us talk about it, some of us hide it. Locked away, behind all of the frontdoors, of all of the pretty homes in my neighborhood, Normal is going on.