Editor’s note: The following article refers to spiritual concepts. Please read Lovefraud’s statement on Spiritual Recovery.
Lovefraud recently received the following e-mail from a reader who posts as “lostgirl.”
I fell hopelessly in love with (read as I would have given him my real heart and died for him) a sociopath/psychopath.
Skip the details.
I am four years divorced.
There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t grieve the loss of the relationship I thought I had. I cognitively know that the person I married was not who I thought he was and I even believe I know how he came to be. Unfortunately, I have never felt anger, only sadness for what I viewed as the person he could have been that was taken from him long ago. I see him as an addict and myself as having been addicted to him.
Somehow, now, I still cannot move on. I have been through many short relationships, all ended well for me and usually I ended the relationship when I noticed red flags, the ones I kept close at heart. Again, I am in a new relationship and experiencing all the anxiety all over again (each new relationship triggers this). Including nightmares of the ex-sociopath and agonizing over how to know when someone is genuine. Good words are empty and promises of future fall on my deaf ears because I was disheartened so gravely before.
I have become cold and detached. I feel less emotion for every single thing in my life than at any time ever. All things I own, animals, family, I feel as though I am in a stage of suspended life, I cannot bond. I take care of my animals, I take care of my parents, nothing I own feels as if it’s mine, only borrowed, including relationships. I feel fake and alone.
I truly liked the person I met that I am in a relationship with now, but as with all the others after a short time (three months), I begin to feel less and look critically at their words and life as if I am subconsciously talking myself out of taking the risk of succeeding because of the pool of “thought I had’s” that live inside my head.
I know that a good relationship takes time to grow. How can I give myself the time to grow a relationship when I am so busy still flashing back to a relationship that was agony? He compliments me and I toss it aside. He talks about his life and experiences and I’m trying to assemble timeframes in my head to make sure he isn’t lying to me. It’s as if I’m trying to analyze my way in to a sincere relationship by slicing and dicing all the input/information I’m given. In the meantime I’ve dehumanized the relationship in my head and nearly severed any chance at bonding.
I have read post after post from people and articles all over the internet. What I haven’t found is any truly helpful advice for someone like me.
I fear I have lost the ability to connect permanently because I cannot logically define what is not deceitful at the moment it occurs. What is unselfish, I look for selfishness in. All good is lost because I have become obsessed with what is wrong with what is right.
How do I get back to identifying reality and trusting when it is proper? I feel that my mind was raped and I have lost the ability to connect on any level with anyone. I feel like a shell and I can see through everyone in my life, it would be so easy to be just like him (the ex) but I am not driven to “want” like he did. I see the holes in people and it is so easy for me to identify what is exploitable.
I hate this person I’ve become. I want to climb out of the shell and return to who I was before I fell in “love.”
Help I’m lost.
Realm of Numb
A very wise spiritual counselor once said that unresolved anger becomes rage, and unresolved rage becomes numbness. I think that’s what has happened to Lostgirl—she has moved into the Realm of Numb.
She was so in love with the sociopath that she would have died for him. In effect, that is what she did. Her life spark is gone. She no longer finds joy in her family and animals. She looks for deception in new relationships. She no longer trusts herself to know when she can trust another human being.
The Realm of Numb isn’t a place of pain. It’s a place of emptiness, of nothingness, of void. And it’s a place where none of us should be.
But how do we escape? How do we leave behind the feeling of fakeness, and recover the feeling of authenticity?
Search for meaning
One of the books that Lovefraud recommends to everyone who has experienced the trauma of a sociopath is The Betrayal Bond, by Patrick J. Carnes, Ph.D. The book explains the circumstances that can cause us to form traumatic bonds with an abuser, and provides exercises to help readers unravel those bonds.
When I read the book, I highlighted only one sentence that Carnes wrote, and this is it:
My experience with survivors of trauma is that every journey of recovery depends on the survivor coming to a point where all that person has gone through means something.
This is the key. This is how we truly recover. There is always meaning in what has happened to us, although it can be difficult to find. In fact, that’s what makes the destructive relationships with sociopaths so excruciatingly painful—we can’t figure out why they happened. We did nothing to deserve the betrayal. Our intentions were honorable. So why did this happen to us?
Answers in the past
For many of us, the answer lies in our past. If we’ve experienced an abusive relationship, and were not able to recover, we are primed for another abusive relationship. The problem is even more insidious if we were abused as children, because our whole idea of what is “normal” in a relationship is terribly skewed.
But issues of the past need not be as overtly damaging as abuse. Perhaps our childhoods were basically okay, but we’ve always felt somewhat insignificant, or undeserving of love. We may have had “good enough” parenting, but our parents focused on achievement, and we grew up believing that we were loved for what we could do, not for who we are. Beliefs like these, even when they’re unconscious, can create vulnerabilities for sociopaths to exploit.
It’s also possible that there is a deep spiritual reason for becoming involved with a sociopath. This is what happened to me. I believe that we all come into this life with lessons to learn, and sometimes the lessons are painful. I discuss this more thoroughly in another blog article, Why did this happen to me?
Some people may not be comfortable with the idea of searching for the meaning of the entanglement with a sociopath. It may feel easier to think we were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and ran into the wrong person. We just want to brush the encounter aside.
I think this attitude is only a band-aid, and sooner or later, if we don’t find the root cause, we’ll repeat experience. There is meaning, and discovering it leads to healing.
Research, therapy, introspection
So how do we do this? How do we find meaning in what may appear to be a random victimization?
Here’s an important point: True healing doesn’t just happen by itself. True healing requires personal effort.
The first step is to be willing to look for the meaning. Sometimes this, in itself, is difficult. We may be afraid of the painful memories. We may have tried to shove the experience into the past. We may be afraid that if we start crying, we’ll never stop. By being willing, we face these fears, and we may discover, to our surprise, that we can overcome them.
The actual process of finding meaning will probably involve some combination of research, therapy and introspection.
Research: This means educating ourselves not only about the sociopathic disorder, but also about the characteristics and attitudes of a whole, healthy person. We need to understand what we’ve been through, and what we want to become.
Therapy: By therapy, I mean seeking support from other human beings. This could mean working with a therapist or counselor. Or, it may simply be seeking the advice of an understanding, trusted friend, or other members of Lovefraud.
Introspection: Somewhere, deep within us, we know the answers. If we can quiet our minds, with meditation or just sitting in stillness, information will bubble up into our awareness. We may become aware of the mistaken, limiting beliefs that we didn’t know we had. We may receive intuitive guidance about what we should do. If we allow ourselves to seek the truth within, we will find it.
Emotional experience
We cannot expect the process of finding meaning to be simply an intellectual exercise. The bottom line is, we are in pain, pain that may be so entrenched that it has become numbness.
Pain is emotional. The release of pain is also emotional. Therefore, the search for meaning is an emotional experience. The meaning may be buried under anger, hatred, disappointment and fear, and we need to plow through all those emotions in order to find it. And this isn’t a one-time event. We may release anger, only to find more rise up to take its place. This may happen again, and again, and again. The truth is, we are all walking around in pools of pain, and draining the pools takes time.
The expression of these emotions is not pretty, and many people may not have the strength to be with us as we do it. I found that I could only do it with my therapist, or alone. So I sat in my spare room, which I call the meditation room, crying, pounding pillows in rage, and recording my rants in my journal.
But once we release the emotions, they’re gone, leaving room within us to fill with other emotions—like hope, love and joy.
To Lostgirl
Lostgirl, here is what I want you to know: You were betrayed by a sociopath. This is an experience that happened to you. It is not who you are. You are you; the experience is the experience. Do not confuse the two.
There is a meaning for the experience, and it will help you to discover it. This will require effort and commitment on your part. Take the steps. Make a commitment to yourself, to your own growth and happiness. What better commitment could you make?
Find the meaning. But don’t go on a self-help expedition to the exclusion of all else. Here’s a secret: When you focus on any joy in your life, no matter how small, and feel gratitude for the joy, you create an internal energy that attracts more joy.
Healing our hearts is always the answer. To heal, unearth the pain, and replace it with joy. The process may take time, but eventually the life spark will return, brighter than it ever was.
EB,
glad you got it out of your system. The parental units really know how to bring out the best in us, don’t they?
Still, Grey Rock has it’s purpose…. it isn’t just about making them go away… IT’S ABOUT TORTURING THEM!!!!
You realize that you inadvertantly fed your mother her required dose of emotion, right? And she can play it back any time if she needs a refill because you left it on her message machine. Don’t feed the wild animals!
Grey Rock is torture to them. They can’t stand boring. Next time you want to get back at her, call and leave a nice long message about the goo between your toes, the pimple you popped on your knee, your session getting your legs waxed, speaking of wax, tell her about the wax in your kids ears and how it accumulates. Tell her about the puzzle algorithm for solving your rubiks cube and don’t leave out any details. Oh and the cat litter box would make an interesting subject. Ask her if she thinks it’s going to rain. Tone is very important, keep your voice monotonous.
sky –
You are one sick puppy honey! LOL!! 🙂 (Meant with all the love in a butterfly’s heart)
(Maybe you should write a book on how to torture spaths? Now THAT would be a bestseller for sure! How many peeps here would buy one…hands up? I know I would)
nolarn –
Deep breaths darling. Poker face, business as usual. Give nothing away. You can do this – you already escaped a spath, remember? XX
LOL, Aussie,
butterflies have tiny hearts….hmmmm.
Well anyway, yeah I spend way to much time thinking about torturing P’s. It’s more fun than a rubiks cube!
A book, yes, but where to start? so many options!
LL, Congrats, honey on the GREAT news that you are cancer free!! Whoo Hoo and Towanda!
It must have been torture waiting to hear!
All the best, Love,
Mama Gemxx
Mama Gem
thank you!! I’m VERY relieved!!
I see it as a second chance. Well, okay, I might be down tomorrow, but TODAY I see it differently, little by little…
Ya know? Not so much………waiting to hear. I think I learned, while waiting that living in the “now” was really important.
Sooooooooooooooooo much is being revealed.
Thank you again!! XXOO!
MT and Hens, O my, you both sound like Miss Piggy and Kermit!!
Posh pussy cat dancing with sausage dog!Drie viertel time?A waltz???
By the way, did you know the sausage in question,{the meat sausage, not the dog!} a Wiener, is a bit like a Bratwurst, and comes from Vienna,{Wien}”.Wien, Wien Mien hertz allein,”—
As Michael Caine used to say,
“Not a lot of people know that!” LOL!!
I love collecting useless snippets of information.!!
Love,
Mama Gem.XX
By the way, hens you sound very “up” right now, thats so good!!{{{HUGGS!!!}}}
Henry, OH, MY!!!! You bad boy! I think you have gotten too much snow out there in Oklahoma and you are cabin crazy!
We got 8-10 inches here, it just stopped snowing a couple of hours ago. Made snow ice cream and it was so good! Hung some wall paper and watched the dog drag his junk in the snow, hike his leg and still make yellow snow under himself. LOL He seemed to be having a good time but he didn’t want to stay out long though!
It really is pretty and I hope to get some good pix tomorrow when the sun comes out! Freeway and highways were bumper cars today so we didn’t get out of the hole in the woods.
Aussie-I know. You know I found out that the person who started the allegation was a guy-totally unbelievable to me. I had a list of chics that I suspected but one of the guys is a massive socio-just identical to my ex and I wonder if it may have been him. I don’t know. I did find an ICU position at another hospital tonight and I started filling out the application. I did have a coworker call me at home today to see if I was ok since she noticed that I wasn’t on facebook anymore and wasn’t at work. I had actually defriended and blocked all coworkers from my facebook after this happened. I accepted their friend requests to play nice and not be rude but I had been feeling always like I had to watch my back since they were on there. Now they can’t find me on facebook, so to them, it looks like I disabled my account. Yay for me!
Hey Everyone!
I think I got the best, most mindblowing therapist on the planet. ohhhhhhhhh I SO don’t agree with everything he says, BUT, he gets me.
EVERYTHING that I think I’m facing, a brick wall…he GETS it. In this way, I know God is watching out for me. Another thing I’m leaning with this therapist………
We are all HUMAN. He was NOT having a good day today lol!! Not sure I would either having clients all day telling me their shit……….
We talked about that last session.
It’s so NICE to talk your shit out with a REAL human being!!
I use to think that female therapists were where it was at. I didn’t trust males. This time, I decided to throw that to the wind.
I get a perspective I didn’t get before with a female therapist.
Today, (one or sky or both here, blogged with me about this? the sexual stuff?), we talked about the sexual abuse.
He said, “How do you see yourself about that”, (with regards to my affair with exPOS)
“As a whore”
His face turned RED, LITERALLY!!
He said, “THAT pisses me OFF…….and it’s BULLSHIT!!, That is a LIE from your past and it’s BULLSHIT…that is a LIE and it’s BULLSHIT!!”
WE just sat there a few. I burst into tears. Years and years of pain, the “whore” complex….I said, “Ya know, therapist, my whole life is defined by my sexuality……I’m having an identity crisis”
“no, you’re NOT having an identity crisis, this is NOT the ALL of you, this is only the PART of you…..a SMALL part”….
“It’s bullshit and that PISSES ME OFF”
So we did a role play. “Tell me what your ex did to you..what he told you..”
I did.
We went into the “agreeing” side of my past abusers and the “disagreeing” side of ME……….the ONLY voice the disagreed……
I spoke to an empty chair during this exercise.
I said to him, “this is my fault, all of it, ALL of it is my fault”………
And that was the bottom line.
what I realized during all of this, is that my bio mother was my biggest abuser. She didn’t believe me when I dared to share it. I got disbelieved and worse. I can’t recall verbatim here now, what happened during therapy, but a question was posed to me in that what impact that would have on a child if you said or did what my mother did to me when revealing abuse………
Could I do that to my own daughters? I cannot imagine them taking on the abuse, that it was THEIR fault…….
My three daughters went before a grand jury to indict a sexual abuser in our neighborhood. He had many victims. One also a male. The four of them were the only ones to show up before the grand jury. Two of my daughters were vomiting prior to testimony. The grand jury was horrified. The young man who was sodomized, also was brave enough to be there. His mother and I barely spoke a word to one another, the situation was so overwhelming emotionally…….I was numb. Just there to encourage and take care of my daughters, something i did from the get go. I never ONCE denied their allegations……….NOT ONCE and I could not imagine doing so………..
But that’s what my mother did to me………
So today in therapy, I realized the impact of my mother’s disbelief. It was a wound worse than the abuse itself, because she was to be my protector. When she did not and could not, is when there was great dissociation and pain………like a knife in the chest……..
She only apologized once, while in my twenties. I didn’t think she meant it. My spathy sister said she did. She tried to convince me more than my mother did.
I realized that I didn’t know my mother. I don’t know if she was spathy or not, N or not…………but she was so very wounded, from her own childhood that supporting her child was impossible……..yet she “loved and supported” the children that weren’t as “Bad” as her eldest child who did nothing but cause problems for her….
There is so much to be sorted through. So much pain to deal with.
I hope I can continue to live to tell the story………..when I thought this was cancer and was told that was the case, then told it was not…….I believed that I lost my chance…….
I’m in SO MUCH emotional pain. More than I have ever been in my ENTIRE life……….
But I’m not giving up on me or what it means to be good to myself or to validate myself now………..
I need some space for awhile. Have shared with my friends as much.
My therapist and I talked today about peace……..these sides that collide of myself………the totally motivated, get your groove on and just DO IT, person and this other person, now becoming more in focus, who just wants peace for awhile after so much pain…………
I’ve lived a lifetime of it. It’s time to grieve, mourn……..
I can’t finish school right now. My therapist was right on about that too, willing to write a letter to FA about it at my school..so supportive……….
But today I told him that I’m not sure what I want to do. So loaded down with so much pain and trauma………
You don’t get “paid” to deal with that in real life.
How will I make it? I don’t know. But I DO know that I dont’ want to return to school until I knwo for sure what I want to pursue now. We also talked about my being SUPER motivated and busting my ass off in school……..last term was a NIGHTMARE………….but that focus on school, even with what I knew I didn’t want me to do, got me away from spath, even if I had to lie to myself about what I wanted or didn’t want to do……..I had to be better than what he was telling me……….
When it was over and I knew for sure……….school, myself, my life, everything I knew, fell apart……….
I don’t know right now. Resources? There aren’t any.
School loans are what got me through until I got my degree. That’s gone now
I have no skills, but understand my true limitations. I’m very fragile and I’m okay saying that…..
It would have been easier to have had cancer in a way, but not.
I don’t have any fucking idea how to care for myself now.
Just basic foundations and even that’s a stretch.
I know I want to help others who have been where I am now. One of the things that my therapist and I talked about today was the perfectionistic strong will to my side of the fence……I’m very determined. I come from money, degrees and success……my spathydaddy’s voice comes through loud and clear, in this area” LL, YOU WILL NEVER MAKE IT, YOU WILL ALWAYS FAIL”…….over and over…….
Ex Pos, made a lot of money in his management position. Owned a beautiful home. A great dog. Had a nice car. He had “made” it, even if I couldn’t understand where the money was coming from to do it all and pay child support……..
I wanted to take care of him. Apparently, he needed the assistance of a woman with a job and education now……….he wasn’t willing to wait. 🙂
Another “fail” for me.
But then there is the side of me that needs, WANTS desperately for peace. To learn to live in peace….
Wow, I just dumped a load.
I need to stop typing I think….
LL
BTW. as to”Finding meaning in Betrayal?”
WTF???
Why do we HAVE to necessarily find meaning in Betrayal.? It is what it IS, EVIL, in a sick sorry and fallen world. It happened to Jesus,{Judas, Peter,} and he said,
“A servant is not greater than his Master. If it happens to me,{betrayal. evil, bad things,}it will happen to you too.”
He was right. But He also said,
“FEAR NOT!! I HAVE OVERCOME THE WORLD!!!FEAR NOT!!
Count the number of times He said,FEAR NOT! in the Bible.
It aint over till its over. We have to read the end of the book,{the Bible,-the book of Revelation.}
Its not how we start, but how we FINISH.!The last page of the Book. We will be in heaven with Christ, and these sick, sorry saddos will be in hell. and they will have PUT THEIR SORRY SAD ASSED SELVES THERE!!We are writtten in the Lambs book of Life, every hair on our heads is numbered,
He is ON OUR SIDE!! WOW How good is it to know that!
Christ is FOR us, not against us! We are on the same side!He cries for us and with us! He loves us!
If the devil aint shootin at us, well, we aint worth the price of a bullet! However much the devil hates us is the measure that Christ loves us!!! Doesnt this make you feel good? It ought to!!{Im on a roll now, but its all true!}
Love,
Mama gemXX