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.)
Oxy, yes don’t worry, the support #’s do direct people for further help. Picking up the phone was a very hard first step for me, but an immense help. And for me, being able to talk to someone who couldn’t see me and I couldn’t see them somehow made it safer to really reveal my pain. I’m a huge advocate of support phone lines. We need one for love fraud!
That’s a great idea, Neveragain, though I am sure would be difficult to man it and support it financially. Maybe in the future it might be possible. You never know about Donna, she’s already done so much with so little except her own bare bones strength! ((Hugs))))
CAmom,
I have no clue what to say. Just another curve in the winding road. Where if you let yourself, you can spin out of control. Sad does not seem to come anywhere close in describing what you are going through. I am truly sorry for you.
I have always feared that my spath would ‘try’ to commit suicide again. I fear it, not because I think this earth would be a better place without her but, because I am afraid that she will do it resulting from something I did or said.
After writing that, I do understand that what she does is completely out of my control. What he did, is completely out of your control.
To try to wrap our minds around the reason that a spath does something is impossible. It is not comprehendible from any view point.
Bless you!
Dear Ox Drover,
Your response made me almost cry. Maybe you have guessed it, I’m a clinical therapist who has been taken in not by clients but by family. Respect, self respect, is the most important achievement for wounded souls to grasp. Shame is the cloak of despair that haunts our revovery. Oh! not again the wounded child cries.
“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.”
STEVE ~
This sentence portrays , for me, what makes you the insightful, compassionate and intelligent professional you truly are .
I had no idea why he cheated, why he lied, why he was on the internet, why we didn’t talk much , why he wouldn’t go anywhere with me, why I was basically invisible to him .
I couldn’t explain how he could say I was a good wife – – sure all his needs were more than taken care off , I was a good mom, cooked, shopped, cleaned , basically did everything – and brought home a paycheck he enjoyed – but he NEVER spent any time with me. Well, except for sex – then he was more than happy to be with me.
Looking back – with all the other woman he had – and more than one at a time – why did he still need sex from me ? Control ? Possession ? Whatever…………….
I never understood the glazed look when I tried to explain my feelings, the lack of concern when I was sick, ignoring a birthday or anniversary , the constant push-pull in the relationship. One week or month he loved me, three months later he was back to being cold and distant. Cycles – many , many painful cycles of this. He left the house and came back 4 times over a 2 1/2 year period. Each time he came back , the honeymoon was more intense than the one before – so I thought surely he was starting to value what we had together. Than I noticed the GOOD periods got shorter and the distancing became harsher. He even accused ME of distancing every time he felt closer to me . I might have been more doubtful but that made me draw closer all the more – not create distance. I feared distance like the plague.
Can you feel all these things I felt ??? No – you haven’t walked in my emotional field of land mines. Can you feel my confusion , bewilderment at how MY HUSBAND – the man I did adore – could cause such turmoil within me and not give a crap ? Could you feel my gut wrench every night he didn’t come home – or walked past me and never kissed me hello or good – bye ?
Can you feel my shock and horror at how he treats me now – emotionally and financially ?
To a certain extent you know instinctively the pain we have all experienced – it’s heartbreak , abandonment, violating behaviors we could not sort out for ourselves.
Then, some of us get to a point where we need answers – and we need to know it’s not us – we need to feel in our soul there was nothing we could have done to fix him or her. We need to be purged from the nightmare of a failed relationship despite all our trying – we need release.
And then there is you – and hopefully others of your caliber that bring us back to ground level, restore our faith in ourselves, identify those behaviors of the personality disordered person we are dealing with – and the healing slowly begins.
Yes- he is still held in high regard by many, he continues the patterns, he threatens to take my son, he witholds finances, he announces I am crazy , etc etc.
BUT – now I know better and it hurts less and less as time goes by . Now I know there was nothing I could do .
I have found answers to questions I didn’t even know I had .
So thank you, Steve Becker – we all learn from each other here and we are all so fortunate to have you as one of our guides.
Friends, I have just spelled the word, Recovery’ revovery. what would Freud say about that? To him, I probably would show an unconscious drive to sabotage myself in order to retain my childish illusion that “this is not hate but love”. This is called reaction formation, making something the opposite of what it is in reality.
Dear Kalina,
Sugar I do feel your pain, my sperm donor is a P, my egg donor is a psychopath-by-proxy enabler for my P-son who sits iin prison for murder, and my P-X-DIL tried to kill my dysfunctional son her husband, along with her P-BF and they went to prison, but are both out now! Does that sound like a paranoid delusional nut job? Well my therapist had me bring in proof and a witness that I wasn’t DELUSIONAL! LOL Actually I did laugh about that! How could you not laugh! It SOUNDS CRAZY!!!!
Add that to losing my husband in an accident and the PTSD that caused—and I BROKE, CRACKED, fell apart, lost my mind! And yet, I survived, and so have you!!!!
I realized that I am human, that unfair things can happen to me, that I am NOT immune from things just because I know about them. I too can still break bones, get cancer, get PTSD, get depression, etc. (I haven’t had all those things fortunately!) In short, I’m human!
And I was ashamed that somehow with my knowing all about those things I didn’t stop them from happening to me.
Accepting that my own son is now a monster, that cute little boy that was so endearing is now a cold blooded killer with no more remorse than Charlie Manson, was devastating to me.
I also realized when I came to LF that I am NOT alone. I am not the only mother in the world whose child turned out to be a monster. Even if I was, there are others here who understand what a psychopath is. It’s not my fault. I am not to blame. I couldn’t have stopped him no matter what I did!
Kalina, hang in there….the things we learn here and the things we learn in our search for truth, THE truth, and OUR truth, and A truth, will help us to recover from the pain, wounds and hurt! Being a therapist you can then reach out to others who need the healing touch that only a former victim can give, and also the understanding of a therapist as well. It is unfortunate that there are too few therapists who DO Get it. Now, you are one who does! Congratulations!
I spent over a year in marriage counseling with spath. He had the therapist engaged, laughing at his stories and so tangled up in how spath directed the conversation we never got to the conflicts in our relationship. Spath would come in all contrite and insightful, naming the problem “money” and saying what he would do differently while accusing me of being wreckless with money or thoughtless with his feelings. He would also always be nice to me for a day or two before counseling. Before we would go in he would tell me how he was going to win the therapist over and after how he had, “won.” Counseling was A GAME to him. He learned some lingo and became more powerful because of it. I went back to our counselor alone to try to get him help before I decided I was dealing with a spath (thought he was just an N at that point) and the therapist asked me what I thought went wrong. He had no idea–at the time I did not either, but with his professional experience it was clear he did not see what the spath did not want him to see and what I was not empowered to say.
Rosa said, “I believe the most dangerous personalities are very subtle and insidious.
It’s something only those who are intimately involved will understand and relate to.”
So true. He was yelling at us and brought myself and 18 month old to tears just before company (he knew there were coming I didn’t). They arrive we are half dressed and slobbering in tears and he comes down stair cool cucumber and we look unstable. Evil is right.
Dear Fearless,
QUOTE: “He was yelling at us and brought myself and 18 month old to tears just before company (he knew they were coming I didn’t) They arrive we are half dressed and slobbering in tears and he comes down stair cool cucumber and we look unstable”
QUOTE: “evil is right”
WOW! That’s all I can say, is WOW! EVIL!
Oxy & All:
Validation is a tremendous gift! Thank you all for sharing your experiences and helping me to STAY STRONG and realize my SANITY.
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