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.
Donna,
I thank you so much for these kinds of articles. This one esp resonated with me. You verbalized feelings that I could not identify.
Yes, I too felt like I lost the ability to connect, to know when a connection was genuine, that nothing belonged to me, not my possessions, not even my reasoning thoughts which were so important to me b/c my reasoning skills is what saved me from childhood abuse. To not connect to anyone or anything makes a person feel very very alone.
Thank you for showing me another missing piece of my recovery. I see that I was right, that I lost the meaning in my life, a reason for living. I had dismissed it as being too needy, as a reason why I accepted life with an spath, b/c it made me feel like I mattered. I didn’t. That was false. But now, I will revisit the issue, b/c maybe resolving the meaning in my life will close the door to deceitful opportunists and open the possibilities for connection with someone with something WORTHY of connection.
All my best
Katy
Akitameg,
About the hives…..hold that thought.
I have been realizing lately that I have had a lifetime of S/paths or Narcissists in my life. Now that I have broke free of dating relationships and decided to concentrate on me there have been a couple of women in my life…..well not really in my life…..but I can see that they were/are trying to take advantage of my good nature and generosity. Just when it is safe to breath, they broadside me. That is ok I recognized it in time. I am learning. I have a couple of close friends who don’t completely understand what I have been through, but I know that they don’t want to use me. For now, I am going to stick with them as I try to transition from being in the house and on line to going out more in real life.
When my first husband was doing his time overseas for the military, I met him in Hawaii for an R & R. My mother stayed home with my daughter as I was living with my parents at the time. I had hives my entire time in Hawaii. It seemed I started getting a little anxiety or some feeling that I cannot quite identify while in the hair salon getting my hair done. I went on double birth control so as not to get my period which made me a little nauseated. I blamed hives on Sun allergy in Hawaii. No, I think it was my body telling me that all was not right. I didn’t at this time realize how Narcissistic my mother was but had started getting panic attacks, but when I got to Hawaii my husband confessed to me that he had had an affair. He did it in a very very bizarre way. After we had sex, he started crying. It seems I have always had to take care of these jerks, now that I think about it. It was always “all about them.” Years later, when it was found it that he was starting to act out his homosexual tendencies in Korea where no one knew him, I realize that even the confession of infidelity was a lie. It was far worse than that.
I told no one because emotions were not allowed in my family. I always kept a stiff upper lip. I kept this all to myself. The hives went away on their own, but I am sure now it was body telling me that things were crazy in my life.
By the way, Lostgirl, stay connected with us here at Lovefraud. You may find that you just have to heal a layer at a time. I like what you said Donna…..
“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.”
Lately I am letting myself feel the pain as it surfaces, but also giving myself a lot of credit for doing small things which sometimes turn into bigger things. I keep at AttaGirl Journal.
I know I am rambling, but oh well.
True-to-Self
Katy!!
BIG BIG HUGS!
LL
TTS,
not rambling. Great post!
I like this article a lot too. And Donna, your advice to focus on joy is such a great reminder. I’ve had so much trouble doing that lately.
I feel like I’m losing my footing lately. Don’t know why. Used to be that when my BF began to get grouchy, I would just “fix him” by making him laugh. Now I don’t feel like it. I’m just tired of handling someone else’s emotions when I have my own to deal with. Well, this only makes it worse since his grouchiness escalates unless I stop it. He is oblivious that the grouchiness is his own, even though I’ve pointed it out several times and he acknowledged it.
It’s like raising a 2 year old.
Akita Chica,
HUGSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
While at the doctor a few weeks ago for my women’s health exam, she found that my genital warts were REALLY bad. I was also asked how much stress I was under. Um…..A LOT! I believe my “outbreak”, that is so bad, is because of the unimaginable amounts of stress I’m under. Not only that, but my head just itches and itches, enough to drive me insane. I thought I had head lice! I don’t. But since my break up with exPOS, my head has been exceptionally dry.
Our bodies react to stress, as I’m a firm believer in that.
Whether we’re in the moment of stress or reacting to the aftermath.
Hang in there Chica!
LL
I have to tell you all what just happened. In my post I mentioned starting to worry about women spaths now. One is probably not a spath but a pesky person “down on her luck” who was asking for money. I didn’t mind at first really. “Three dollars because they locked me out of motel”….yes staying week to week….then 35.00, then she started ringing my doorbell at inappropriate hours. I didn’t answer. Before that, I gave her the location of a women’s shelter. By not answering I think I stopped that. The old me took in all kinds of strays….but I am putting myself first now. I decide when and how I will help someone.
Recently there is a woman who showed up on my FB page who is a relative of my cousin. She lives 2,000 miles away and I don’t know her. I did have a couple of interesting chats with her. Apparently her mother and sister live in my state and she wanted to know if I knew them. NO. She says they tell lies about her. Well that may or may not be true. On the other hand I tend to tell too much. I told her I was just coming off of a break up with an alcoholic boyfriend…..she also had an ex-alcoholic boyfriend. She was also very friendly and likable.
This past weekend was my birthday. I got a lot of birthday wishes which was really nice. When she wished me Happy Birthday, she posted right on the board that her mother was getting out of the hospital was ___old and she wanted to know if she could stay with me. I made a joke about it like yes but she would have to make her own bed. I would provide the saw and the wood. I then asked her if she was really coming here as an aunt of mine is coming in a few weeks. She said she didn’t know. She got kinda vague. It has bothered me ever since because I believe she was serious. She wants to be “instant” friends from long distance.l Yes, I love chatting with people even to the point of discussing boyfriend problems BUT…
While I was posting on here I started getting a weird anxiety feeling. Low blood sugar, almost lunch time? NO, I want to get her off my face book account. I do not really know her and she makes me uncomfortable. In the past I would have called my cousin or someone who actually knows her and asked. Instead I went with the red flags and my gut feeling. I deleted and blocked. GONE, I feel better.
Back to the topic. Do you ever get to the point where you can trust? I believe you do, but I am learning that people have to earn my trust. I don’t have to be polite. I need to do what is best for me.
TTS
**sigh**
TTS, I think if you feel you did what was best for you, then it was best for you.
I’ve done the same thing to others. One time just recently. It may not be because she’s a spath, just needy, ya know? I’m aware enough that I can see NOW when I do stupid things (acting out, reacting), that I need to step back and reflect and ask myself WHY, my own WTF Moments. I think if you actually wanted to be friends with her, you could have expressed how you felt and see how she reacted. Sometimes boundaries can be put down and people will either attempt to cross them or back off and look at themselves and respect you enough to either leave you alone or take it a little slower. You don’t know what her story is, BUT, if you feel absolutely uncomfortable, I’d go with that feeling, particularly if there is still trust issues for you 🙂
LL
I just backspaced out my long rambling post that was here. I was over-explaining myself.
The problem is as simple as this, the woman on FB was starting to make me uncomfortable. She may not be a spath, but I just wanted to nip it in the bud before it went any further. I was already getting on the defensive. I have found that doing that takes way too much emotional energy.
TTS
That’s one of those things that make you go “HMMMMMMM”…!
I wonder if she WAS a relative of your cousin? It’s interesting that she “got kinda vague” when you mentioned that a genuine relative of yours–your aunt–is coming in a few weeks, an aunt who might possibly be expected to know whether this other, mystery woman was authentic or not.
I don’t suppose she and this other woman were actual psychopaths–only a small minority of people are–but there’s a far larger class of people who are just plain MOOCHERS, especially like that first woman in the motel. They’ll try to bum this and that off you, or “borrow” money and never pay it back, and all the time they’ll try to guilt-trip you with their hard luck stories. Then if you give in to them, you end up feeling worse because now you’re not just irritated at them for being a nuisance or a burden, you’re also angry at yourSELF for being a sucker. And needless to say, it only “enables” them and encourages their leeching to continue. For anyone who suffers from guilt or other manifestations of codependency, it pays to remember those three little words: that some moocher’s hard-luck story is “NOT MY PROBLEM”! 😉
I way over explained. That is what I mean by “being on the defensive”. I had been thinking in the last few days that just when I am being very cautious and not dating now so I don’t replace one person with another without stopping to take a breath, I start getting targeted by women. I don’t mean that in a sexual way. I mean in a “user” way.
I am vulnerable now, but really do want friends. After a 25 year marriage and then 3 1/2 years of cleaning up the mess I believe I am now ready to get out in the world again. Maybe I am at the level of “dating in groups” If anything can be learned from my recent experience with spath boyfriend it is that that experience is helping me to deal with what was wrong with my marriage.
Regarding FB “friend”, lets say for the benefit of learning that she targeted me. How did she find me? She found me on my cousin’s friend list and realized that I lived in the state that her estranged relatives live. I could be USED for something.
I said in above post that we were at the cyber girlfriend stage. No, I don’t think it is even close to that. My radar is screaming at me NO NO NO!
For practice this is how I think a relationship like this should go. If she were actually going to come to my state and see her mother and sister, I could say at my invitation. “FB friend” since you are going to be in town would you like to meet for coffee?” That would be as far as I would consider going with anyone who I had not actually met.
TTS