By Joyce Alexander, RNP (retired)
Someone posted one of those “signs” on my Facebook page today that everyone forwards and shares, which I call “one-sentence wisdom or humor” but this one struck me as suburb wisdom.
The past is where you learned the lesson.
The future is where you apply it.
Don’t quit in the middle.
We have all had the misfortune to learn our lessons the “hard way” in associating with a psychopath (or two), but actually I think “misfortune” may be the wrong word, because learning things “the hard way” means that we will not forget those lessons. “The burned hand never forgets the fire” is another way to say it. Maybe we have actually been fortunate to escape from the psychopath when we are still able to escape, and when our “burns” were not fatal. We read in the newspapers, on the Internet, and see on television the faces of women (and men) who did not escape with their lives from associating with a psychopath.
Now that we have escaped, I think we need to apply those lessons learned in the past, to the future. We can’t quit in the middle.
Treating the wounds
While I realize that many here on Lovefraud still have open wounds, sores that are still bleeding or weeping, that are still painful to touch. The pain caused by those wounds, by the physical, financial, and emotional wounds can be horrific. Worse, still, can be the pain of treating those wounds.
I recall my son D’s burns after the plane crash. They weren’t quite severe enough for him to be hospitalized since he had a trained medical person at home, so they sent him home with me with a car load of creams and potions with minute instructions on how to cleanse and re-bandage his burns daily.
Each day I would pre-treat him with a dose of morphine to numb the pain somewhat, though he said it didn’t actually numb the pain, just made him where he didn’t care. Then I would start the process of taking off the old dressings, exposing his wounds to the open air, then wash the burns, removing the old, dead skin, then put on the creams tenderly and carefully, and then replace the bandages which went from the tip of his fingers to his shoulders and back.
I can’t even imagine just how he must have hurt, but my own empathy for him as I treated his wounds was extremely painful to me as well. I know there were many times he wanted to just “give up” and many times I wanted to as well. Just quit! It was too painful to go on treating the wounds! (Just an aside: my son’s wounds healed successfully and unless you know where to look with a magnifying lens, there are no scars visible.)
Emotional wounds
There were times I felt the same way with my emotional wounds in life. It was just too painful, I just wanted to QUIT! Anything to stop tearing the bandages off and treating the wounds again. It was too painful.
After my husband died, I was in such emotional pain that I didn’t want to do the grieving. I didn’t want to tear those bandages off and treat those wounds of my loss. It was just too painful. So I became vulnerable to the psychopaths in my life. The new boyfriend looking for a new “respectable” wife to cheat on was not a successful way to end my pain and grief. I had quit in the middle and didn’t apply lessons I had learned in the past to the future.
Associating with psychopaths leaves us with wounds of all descriptions and levels of damage. Those wounds are difficult and painful to heal, but we must not quit in the middle. Therapy is painful. We have to tear off the scabs that keep us from being able to heal and allow new growth. Whether the therapy is from a professional or is self administered, it is painful to expose our raw inner selves to the open air of examination.
Applying what we learned
When those wounds are healed, however, we must apply those lessons learned to the future of our lives. We must watch for the RED FLAGS of disordered people in the future associations of our lives, and when we see a RED FLAG, we must HONOR that red flag by running as fast as we can away from the person(s) waving it. If not, we will be burned again ”¦ and again ”¦ and again.
Our healing processes start out in learning about the psychopaths, but they end up being about learning about ourselves as well. Learning why we were vulnerable to the psychopaths in the first place. Fixing those vulnerabilities and using the knowledge we learned from our past, to make our futures better.
Don’t quit in the middle.
Spirit, you are right that we should (every one should) investigate before they believe….but being people, they don’t, and we don’t always either. I hope you will distance yourself as much as possible from this psychopath and hopefully he will not come after you.
The problem is that in “war” there are injuries on both sides and even if you do him significant damage it may also impact on you. Some times it is wiser just to keep away from them if possible.
Glad to see you on LF.
Ox I seem to have anger and want the truth and I don’t enjoy the projection of his evil moral less deeds and lack of conscience placed on me..I have morals values a life cause he ruined his life and mine…my nephew past away two months ago now this nephew 40 yrs old..introduced the spath to me or he was a victim too…Im angry …we all worked at summer camp together cept the spath was kicked out for giving a girl a hickey…anyway my reason for contact not that the spath cared only spoke of himself it should have be been him not my nephew
Spirit I’m sorry you lost your nephew…grief always leaves us vulnerable to the “vultures” that come into our lives.
I’m not sure from your above post “it should have been him not my nephew” if your nephew or the spath got kicked out for giving a girl a hickey….but it sounds like to me (just my opinion) that you would be better off just staying NC with this jerk rather than “stirring shiat” because in most instances of something like this when you stir it up you get as much on yourself as you can fling on them.
I know when you are hurt to start with, and angry as well at the things they say and the lies they spread it is better to take the high road and just not worry about the rest.
Your right ….my ex is the one who got kicked out.the first of many redflags …I will be 3 years soon ..that I got out of that abusive …with my son
Spaths don’t grieve I notice…I’ve had my parents and my nephew past …the spath asked why I was crying when my Mom past …no clue they can mimic as he mustve faked tears when his mom past ..
Spirit, There are so many times I can remember when Ii wanted justice! when I wanted revenge!@....... When I wanted to have the last word! k*&^%!!!!! But in the end it is usually much better and wiser to just shut up and walk away if possible. Especially if you have a child.
Yes your right I can do that its not an issue really..I should move on completely
Oxy
thank you for such a humble and uplifting article. Truly.
I think I needed that today. I know I have learned so much, I’m not the same person who came here in aug 2009 any more, much wiser and happier….but have slid backwards of recent, my own doing, and then the return of the spath….why don’t they leave us alone? And why do we crave them?
Crazy making!
Anyway, hugs to you, Oxy. I can’t tell you how grateful I am for you.
Athena
Athena,
Just as an alcoholic is addicted to the rush of the booze, or the druggie the rush of the needle or the pill, we are addicted to the RUSH of the REUNION! We hang on to the malignant hope that there is some way this is going to work out.
IT IS NOT GOING TO WORK OUT **WELL,** THOUGH.
Each time the pain on the downward slope will be worse and the euphoria on the upward spiral will be less until eventually it is all one melding of pain.
Just as the drug addict must resist, one day at a time, so must we…one encounter at a time. It is our choice. Our decision. No one else can make it for us or force us to do what is in our best interest by their views. We must educate ourselves then follow through.
It ain’t easy but we can do it. One day at a time. (((hugs))) and God bless.
I remember the one reunion with the P. He was incarcerated. I was in shock.
So, the truth was right there in plain sight. Indisputable. What more was there to talk about?
The reality of the lie in which I’d become embroiled was overwhelming.
I remember shaking for hours after the visit. It would have numbed the pain I was experiencing, but required that I turn my back on myself, my friends and family and everything that I valued about my life and history. And there would be no turning back on that decision.
I remember weighing out the risks and making the decision very consciously to get out and stay out of the life in the sewer that was on offer.
I remember thinking about it all as I looked at the email that was left open for me from another woman to whom he was declaring his love and fealty.
Crazy? Well, in a way I was. And it took time and work for that to wear off. And the work is worth it.
I was lucky to have the chance to make the decision. I was lucky to not have the ease of seeing him without making a big effort to do it.
And for months I was tortured by hearing all the things that I had heard that were so what I had wished to hear. But it was noise. Noise that meant nothing.
And I knew, that it was pointless ever to hear the sound of his voice again because that is all that would come of the encounter. Noise. Sounds hung together in a way that had no meaning. Except to him. Because he liked to make up the stories and tell them It pleased him.
Once discovered, my time was better spent to work at the healing. It wasn’t easy. It still isn’t.
But, it is worth every minute I’ve invested and my returns on that investment are so much greater than giving in to that morbid curiosity in the day would have been.
Once you know, there is nothing more to talk about.