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.
Dear Kim,
GREAT Closure, it sounds like to me! Thanks for sharing the story! Glad you are set up for knitting!
Yeah, Oxy. I’m just wondering how I can do it justice. I have been knitting for about a year and a half. She must have had 60 or 70 years under her belt.
I’ve made scarves, a few hats, and a couple of simple purses.
I’ve never entertained the thought of attempting a sweater.
There must be 30 circular needles, in every size possible. 10 or 12 sets of DPN (never used them) and another 20 or so pair of standard needles.
I get a little overwhelmed and chicken out of anything new, and almost everything is new.
But, I think I will commit to learning how to make a pair of socks, next, which I guess means using the DPN’s.
The internet is a great resourse, but wish I had a flesh and blood teacher.
I hear the nice thing about knitting is……If it doesn’t work out….unravel it! 🙂
What a neat gift for you Kimmie…..You’ll make use of it all, i’m sure.
Dive in……with no hesitation……
I’ll expect my sweater by Christmas.
🙂
Humor and Healing……
http://www.worldlaughtertour.com/pdfs/02%20INVISIBLE%20WEAPON.pdf
Cheers to finding humor…..anywhere.
Dear Kimmie,
Socks are one of the hardest things to learn to knit on, I would suggest that you go for a cable stitch hat or scarf first for the DPNs it will get you used to using the dpns and THEN attempt the socks.
EB is right, you can always unravel it! LOL Try a knitted turtle neck dickey for practice on a sweater that will give you practice using the round needles as well and casting on a neck.
I gave away my knitting needles and such, my fingers just are not limber enough and the hands aren’t sensitive enough any more to make even stitches. And for whatever reason, just don’t have the desire much any more either so just quit the knitting, but I’m glad you are enjoying it.
I have been sewiing back backing stuff for D and his friends though, and have been enjoying that as a project I can do together with them. Never was all that good with sewing (like not making fancy or really nice clothes) but the tent sewing is going very well and I’m making pretty good looking quality stuff without too many “bobbles” in it.
Good Morning – I have a laugh hangover from last nite, that ThunderWoman kept me up too late. Kim I think that is so neat that you got all those older sweaters and stuff, sounds like a treasure to me. I love quilt’s and have several from my grandmother and great grandmother, some where made from old flour sack’s. My X spath used to crochete – he could make an afgan in just a few days. When I got rid of all his triggers I threw away the one he left here for me, I kinda regret that. It was one of those endearing things he did, crochette ing…but I swear he had to have his mind busy all the time, if it wasnt that it was cross word puzzles or puter games, seemed he could never set alone with his thoughts or enjoy a sunset or take a walk etc. We went to CO one time and he crochette d the whole trip, never taking in the scenery of the moutain etc,,, just looking down at his needles….i guess he did that to avoid looking at me ….anyway i wish i had kept that afgan…he had a huge box of yarn and patterns etc when he left. i asked if he wanted and he gave me this disgusting look and said NO…so I gave it somebody that loves to knit etc..oh my I got to get out of this house today……
Kim,
sounds like Pinky Doodle is going to get a whole new knitted wardrobe!
You know, Henry, my egg donor won “best of show” at the state quilt show one year and always won best of show in the county back before she had her little strokes and couldn’t feel her left hand any more so couldn’t quilt. She gave me a quilt for christmas that she had won a best of show with. I used it on my bed as a cover for years after that. But you know after I gut my gut full of her betrayal, I gave it away because it no longer meant anything to me because of my feelings for her.
I got a really wonderful antique quilt at an auction, wonderful stitchery and pattern, and probably made in the 1920s out of flour sacks, but I love the colors and patterns on it and I use it for my summer spread as it is quite thin (made that way) and I imagine it was someone’s “wedding quilt” with the care that was given to it. It is actually quite valuable, probably worth in the neighborhood of $1500 (I got it for a song!) and I thought about selling it but then I thought, “No, I like it and I’m going to keep something beautiful for MYSELF” and I did.
I don’t know who made it or when or exactly for whom or why, but I do know that the woman who made it loved beauty and she was probably very poor, but she sewed the quilt with the best of her stitches out of love for beauty and order. The quilt my egg donor gave me has no “beauty” for me even though it is “quality” work, but the older one does. Plus, I am not reminded about the ugliness of the egg donor’s feelings for me every time I see that quilt she gave me. The person I gave it to likes quilts and always liked that quilt so I hope that she enjoys it, it no longer brought me pleasure.
EB,
LOVE your humor link. Amazes me that somehow I did SOME things right. After my spath, I avoided sad movies/tv shows. I didn’t need to feel any more heartache. I did grab all the feel good, funnies, and happy joke stuff.
Last night I engaged in funnies, I love plays on words. Many are deleted (guess Hens found the delete button after all?) but that’s okay. I wrote TRUTH which was intended with a different msg… just for fun.
Obviously you know about British desserts (called puddings). I do too b/c I go to Britain 3-4 months a year. And they rarely serve with ice cream, they serve with custard (vanilla pudding) or with heavy cream. Just writing this for those who saw post and took it as a raunchy innuendo (which I did intend, I was being naughty.) But it was FUN laughing where NO ONE was the butt of the ridicule (now THAT is different than when I lived with my husband!!).
Best, Katy
To carry on all the fun from last night,{and it was FUN!} what about a knitted wiener warmer for winter? maybe
Kimmie could knit one for hens! O my!
Love,
Naughty gem.XX