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
GREAT POST!
LL
In reference to removing the posts – I realize those participating were having fun, but I received complaints that the jokes were offensive. It was a judgment call.
thanks for clarifying, Donna!
LL
KatyDid I should get a job writing Valentines Day Cards for Hallmark…[It’s better to have loved and lost] open card [then live with a physco the rest of your life]
akitameg –
“I want to share that I was in the ER til 5:30 am with HIVES….
I personally think it is nerves. I have never been allergic to thing.”
While it is true that stress/anxiety can cause or contribute to ALL SORTS of illness, it is also true that allergies can appear at any time. For instance, I always loved to eat prawns/shrimp. Grew up “prawning” in the river with family and friends and then going home and having a big cook-up with the freshly-caught spoils of our evening. Did this from a little child. As a young adult, if I went to a Chinese restaurant, I would order curried prawns and rice. At a buffett, I would start my meal with a big fat plate of prawns before I even looked at the rest of the food.
Then, when I was about 30, I was working at a cafe and was peeling 20kg of prawns when I broke out in hives and my hands and forearms went numb. Subsequent attempts over the next few years to eat prawns ended quickly with projectile vomiting, headaches, nausea, dizziness and my throat closing over. Eventually, I got tested for allergies at the age of 40 and discovered I now have a potentially life-threatening allergy to shellfish.
Same things with cats and dogs – I’ve had them all of my life and my cats always slept in or on my bed with me until my 20’s.
Now, I am allergic to both (doesn’t stop me having them, I’m just more careful about my contact with them).
So – it might be worth exploring that possibility.
True-to-Self –
“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.”
It never fails to amaze me how many of us on here are this kind of person. I still take in strys, but NOW all of them must have fur, feathers or scales in order to meet my new, strict criteria!
Deceived –
“I go to bed wishing I never wake up again. I get up and get out of bed for my son. Inside I feel dead”I go through the motions. I look okay from the outside but I feel no hope, I look forward to nothing. …I feel dead on the inside”therapy doesn’t help. My feelings remain the same. I wish I were dead and get this misery over with. ”
I know this feeling. I also prayed to God to let me die. I didn’t want to kill myself, but it just hurt too much to be alive anymore.
It was PTSD and with proper help, it DID pass. You need to get your therapy tailored to treating PTSD and you need to STAY with it. It will eventually work. Mine took two years to start to shift and (4 years later) I no longer feel that way anymore.
Please hang in there, it WILL pass. xxx
Comille54 –
“My children, friends, neighbors, even my own father, have turned against me. The s-path is such a convincing liar. He told them that I was delusional, crazy, and he had to put up with it for so many years.”
They sure do have a play book that they all read from, don’t they? One day I will post some the text messages my ex-spath sent to friends to try to convince them I was crazy. Ughh!! We all know what it’s like Comiile, but it will pass. You will learn to find the strength and to deal with it, whatever ends up happening about those who (for now) are turned against you.
It hurts, but you can overcome it. There’s a whole community of people here who are living proof of that. xx
“I vacillilate some months with no emotion to having anger at everything. Everything that I worked for, loved, nurtured, lived for”..are gone. ”
Have you been treated for PTSD? If not, please go see a good doctor. MOST of us here have had it or still struggle with it. It is another common hallmark of an encounter with a spath.
“I’m already 56 years of age. There is not enough time to get myself to a point of healing emotionaly or spiritually.”
NOT TRUE honey. Stick around here, It will happen. You’ll see! x
Deceived–
you are even being deceived by your PTSD. it is not permanent and the world-
your life is not as bleak and dark and dead as you feel. You will feel again one day. You will feel light and love and energy.
Hey camille, Sugar, I’m 64 and I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my life! More stable and more focused on taking care of me! If there is only one day left in your life, LIVE IT TO THE MAX. None of us know just how long we have, no one gets a guarantee of tomorrow, we only have today–NOW! Enjoy that now, NOW!!!!!
Camille and Oxy and all of you,
Ill be 72 this May, and I look at new pics of myself, and I look younger, more alive, and happier than I did 20 years ago! My skin is smooth, I have no wrinkles, I finally like me a lot I think Im at last moving way past my spath daughters. Like Oxy, from now on I only give my love and trust to people who earn it, not moochers, psychic vampires,spaths and users,{bludgers they call them in Oz!! }or whingers.Im not afraid to speak my mind now and stick up for myself. I realise my Narc Mum{whom I adored,} really did a number on me and set me up to be a people pleaser.
I WONT be manipulated, used, and abused any more ,ever again, by the older spath D, and not havin g seen the otherSpath D in 18 years, or ever been allowed to see any of her 3 kids,-its not something I cant do a thing about.This is passive aggression, shes effectively trying to “NOTHING” me, by freezing me out of her life. Well you know what? Her 3 lovely kids a re the losers. So, hey Gem, move on.There are PLENTY of people who need love, and who are not moochers.Onwards and upwards! Life at my age is WAY too short to waste one other minute worrying about these sickos.
Love,
Mama gemXX
Lostgirl,
Oh how I can relate to these feelings you have expressed. I do feel like I am coming out of it though. I think we all struggled deeply with trust. When our dreams are betrayed, when someone hurts you where it hurts the most… I don’t know… it’s so hard for people to understand why these relationships are different and the damage is so deep.
Hang in there and find the meaning as Donna suggests. I have slowly found mine.
Yesterday I was talking with a friend and I recalled something an ex-boyfriend used to say to me. He is the one I have always regarded as a very good man… when I would be hurt by someone, he would say, “E (that’s me), consider the source.” He said this to me so many times in the 5 good years we had. But, it took my nightmare with the Bad Man for me to finally learn that lesson. All the red flags were there. I saw that the Bad Man treated people BAD.. and he did all the things he did to me and I still felt bad about MYSELF! Why… clearly he was the one that was Baaaaad! I finally get it… I try not to let people take me down. I am working on fortifying my sense of who I am and not allowing bad people take me down.
Does that make any sense?
Hang in there Lostgirl. Keep looking and you will find something that your spirit wants you to learn from this.
Aloha……E
mama Gem.
You’re nothing short of an inspiration. I have no idea why I’m whining and bitching and I’m just a young 47 UGH! lol!
Aloha, every time I hear “bad” or “man” or “bad man” I think of you.
I’m so glad you’re progressing and doing well!
LL