At a Christmas party on Saturday night, the conversation turned to hot water radiators. My husband, who is mechanically inclined, explained to a woman, who was trying to save money by conserving heat, how to bleed the air out of an old-style hot water heating system.
Eventually, the conversation revealed why the woman was trying to save money. She’d purchased an old farmhouse for her business. She secured a $150,000 construction loan to renovate the house and retained a contractor. The contractor insisted on installing the thermostat for the hot water heating system on a wall directly across from a wood burning stove. (For those of you who are not mechanically inclined, this is a really dumb idea.) The contractor also told the woman that she couldn’t insulate the farmhouse because moisture would create a mold problem. (This is true, but it is a problem that is readily solved, and insulating the house is a really good idea.)
Further conversation revealed that the contractor, who was president of some kind of historical building society, had not completed $70,000 worth of work for which he had been paid. The bank repeatedly came to inspect the job, bought the guy’s stories about why the work wasn’t done, and released the next installment of money. The farmhouse owner, of course, signed off on all the payments.
At one point a bank representative asked the farmhouse owner, “Are you sure about this guy?”
“Oh, he’s fine,” she replied. “He’s the president of the historical building society.”
The contractor hasn’t paid the subcontractors, and they’re demanding their money from the farmhouse owner. She hired a lawyer, who went along with a plan suggested by the contractor’s lawyer, which was useless. So now the woman is trying to save her home and her business. Plus, she’s cold.
“Sounds like you’re dealing with a sociopath,” I said.
I don’t know if this woman has any good options. We suggested that she sue the bank, because the bank released the money. But she approved payments, so that may not work. She can’t afford another lawyer. As has happened to many of us who have dealt with sociopaths, she may be stuck holding the bag.
Fort Dix Five
This woman may suffer terrible financial losses. But others involved with sociopaths lose much more.
A few weeks ago, in The con man, the thug and the jihadists, I wrote about the five young Muslim men who were on trial for plotting a terrorist attack against U.S. soldiers at Fort Dix, New Jersey. Most of the prosecution’s case was based on conversations secretly recorded by an informant, an illegal immigrant from Egypt, who was paid $240,000 by the FBI.
I predicted that the jury would see that the informant was a con man who manipulated the young men. I predicted that the defendants would walk. I was wrong.
The five young Muslims were convicted of conspiring to kill military personnel. They were acquitted of the more serious charge of attempted murder because they didn’t actually do anything. Still, they all face life in prison.
Yes, they did go to a shooting range in the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania, shot at targets and shouted “Allahu Akbar,” or “God is great.” They videotaped themselves doing this and brought the tape to a Circuit City store to be converted to DVD. One of them also downloaded violent jihadist videos from the Internet.
But would they have actually have gone any further? Would they have even discussed plans, which were nothing more than vague, wild ideas, if they hadn’t been goaded on by the sociopath, who was being paid to keep them talking?
I know how convincing sociopaths can be, so I don’t think they would have done anything without his encouragement. But I wasn’t on the jury, and the people who were apparently don’t understand sociopaths. So the young Muslims were left holding the bag. They may spend the rest of their lives in prison.
For his efforts, the con man informant, who was twice convicted of bank fraud, was promised legal residency in the United States, courtesy of our Justice Department.
Education is key
The consequences of entanglements with sociopaths are always negative, ranging in scale from unpleasant to deadly.
That’s why Lovefraud’s mission is to educate people about sociopaths. Right now, most people find Lovefraud because they’re already entangled with a sociopath and facing the consequences. We’ll soon announce a new initiative to help people cope with what has happened to them.
But eventually we hope to have programs to educate people about this personality disorder and the red flags of sociopathic behavior. Our goal is to help people escape the terrible consequences by avoiding the predators in the first place.
Hi Star. It’s good to see you. I think sometimes our recovery is like an onion. We peel off one layer, and are ok for a while, and then we are prompted to peel off another…
But the good news is, we are dealing with it and moving in the right direction…we are out of the fog, and into clarity…We are not contributing to the problem, but actively seeking the solution.
Hi, Kim, How have you been and what is new in your life?
I know what you mean about healing. It takes so much courage because you step into the unknown every time another layer comes up. Talking about self-medicating, I’d much rather be eating an entire chocolate cake right now then dealing with this stuff. I feel these are the times that test us. When we’re happy, it’s easy to be in the flow, isn’t it?
Yes…and sometimes it seems like nothing even really happened to flip us over to the S#%t side…nothing you can really put your finger on…your just tired of having to deal with it!
I get mad sometimes because it seems like other people don’t always have to be “dealing with it.”
I like this, though: Don’t let yourself get too hungry, angry, lonely or tired….HALT…..stop, and take care of you.
I used to get angry all the time because I was “different” and seemed to have this heavy burden no one else had to deal with. Only lately I’ve begun to think a little differently. In having to deal with so much crap, in many ways I’ve become more of a free spirit. I go through a lot of crap, but I feel a lot of joy too, sometimes even in the most adverse circumstances. Different is not always a bad thing.
Another difference I’ve noticed lately….No matter how many people I knew, I always felt like I was on the “outside”, like my friends were not real friends. Lately, I notice that suddenly, I am making real connections with people–even people I thought I’d never be friendly with. It’s very odd. It’s like the barriers I used to put up are just melting. I’m not really aware it’s happening until I look around and notice I have lots of people to call and hang out with on the weekends. And I’m able to stand up to them when I need to. So, overall, the progress is forward.
And still I have these setbacks. I honestly don’t know how I will get through all the anger. But it is my intention to be happy.
The only way out is through. I have to believe that, if we work at it we will all be, “happy joyious and free.”
I’ve always felt a little bit different, too. I’m a lot more creative than most people I know…a lot more artistic, poetic, metephoric, sensitive intuitive, ( at least I thought) but how can you be intuitive and such a bad judge of charactor? That part baffled me, but it was empathy displaced….I did see into peoples handicapps and weaknesses, their pain, and all that, yattah, yattah, yattah….I just didn’t see their evil.
Dear One,
You are in the grip of an unrelenting and rawest form of pain and anger. And if I am reading it right I think you are feeling that you are between a rock and a hard place. Because you have been walking down this dark hallway for awile now and have arrived at a really dark corner.
It all seems like a vicious cycle. You need to get out and have some social times with people but the pts symptoms also kick in and it seems easier to just be alone. And isolate.
You know that you need help with this and you went to the doctor to hopefully get “help” for this and that didn’t seem to “work” either. Kind of like calling 911 and saying into the phone, help me, help me, and they put you on hold….
It is hard to be your own advocate in all of this when you don’t have the energy. It is also darn near impossible (or so it seems) to keep “functioning” when the anxiety level is so high that it feels like everything you do seems to add to the stress rather than reduce it.
But you need to force yourself, to go out and have some social time. Force yourself to be direct with this doctor and be your own advocate for your own health. Because no one else will take care of you. You have to take care of you.
It really is the begining of facing our fears. Standing up for ourselves. Learning to put ourselves in the position where we have in the past, put others first. (the number 1 position)
Everything is in intense mode. Pain, anger, fear, did I mention pain, anxiety, obsessing, ect….All out of balance.
But we have to believe it will get better. And balance out….One step at a time.
Oh Lord. I hope I didn’t sound like I was blowing my own horn, because, let it be known, I couldn’t sell a snowcone in hell, I’m nooo good with details, I hate customer service, so in short, my strengths are not particularly marketable….
Onestep, I think I understand, as one who has gone down all kinds of dark allys. Don’t go there…this too shall pass. Please, use all of your tools, and practice all you know to soothe yourself, say your prayers, stay here and talk. You never have to walk down another dark ally….You will survive this!
Are you familiar with, “The promises”?
One,
I get it. I wish I could say something that would be a magic to make it better.
I have no more wisdom than the kindredness of sharing the experience.
I understand the feelings. I have them myself.
While I don’t have a panacea, I will say that knowing you through your words here and the encouragement you have given to me and to others, that I believe there is a remarkable human being on the other side of the internet and that she is very clear and determined to get through the yuck and get on with HER life.
As always I do, I look forward to hearing more of the words of encouragement you give to yourself and share so brilliantly with all of us.
It seems to me to be true that no thing can exist without its opposite and that there is a value to dark days because out of them grows the possibility of brighter ones.
There will always be tougher days and longer nights, but you will, I believe find in them the seed of inspiration for that determined energy in you which says” I WILL OVERCOME”.
And along that journey,
I’ll be right here.