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.
Was browsing through some profiles yesterday on a gay website ( put down your skillet’s)..anyway this one guys username was like some here – his profile was about how he had been left after long relationship and how he is trying to start over – well I began a conversation that lasted a few hours – suggested he look up SOCIOPATH – he said I had nailed his X – said he had been going to this therapist for 15 years and I had helped him more than the shrink ever did – hmm makes me wonder if some shrinks just like the money…maybe I should send him a bill? anyway……
Hens;
“…said he had been going to this therapist for 15 years and I had helped him more than the shrink ever did ”“ hmm makes me wonder if some shrinks just like the money…”
One would think that an astute professional should at least be able to intellectually realize the power of mirroring, intermittent reward and pity play, especially when combined as all sociopaths do. But in all fairness, unless you have been the victim of a sociopath, it is very difficult to fully understand the effect a sociopath can have on somebody.
OTOH, all professions are filled with narcissists and to some degree, sociopaths who are not even capable of looking outside their own beliefs or theories.
I have finally managed to log in and comment. Yay! It took many weeks for my lovefraud login to completely work but here I am. While I waited, I read a lot of the articles here, and I was just bursting with so many things to add to these outpourings.
One thing I can totally identify with is the statement from the article above: “I have become cold and detached. I feel less emotion for every single thing in my life than at any time ever.”
Boy do I hear ya. I have zero desire to make any new friends in life. None. I can barely force myself to maintain long-time friendships that began in grade school. I am wary of everyone I meet. I have to scan the people that I do come in contact with for any of the tell-tale signs of a sociopath, and I know the signs so very well. I see them quite a bit, and knowingly dealing with one leaves me irritable for a day or even a week. Some are professionals, some strangers, and some are family members.
There are a lot of days, though where I CAN find meaning, and even see the luck I’ve had in learning to detect this portion of the human race. I can feel happy knowing that so long as I am raising my children I will not treat them even remotely in the way that specific family members and my husband of seven years treated me. Like for example I will never ignore my children when they speak to me. I will acknowledge them and validate their experiences in life, never dehumanizing them with silence.
But days like today, the post traumatic stress is flaring HARD. Someone messes with me or my kids in any way and I have such a hard time thinking and continuing to function normally. I just want to go to sleep or hide in a cave. I don’t do anything like that, though. Like I said I won’t ignore or decline to be there for the kids. So it’s hard.
BeAware:
WElcome Welcome!!!!
I can relate to everything you write…..
Trust is a biggie…..or maybe lack of trust.
I’m suspicious of everyone…..
Even yesterday…….a car drove down the Hwy in front of my house, a guy was hanging out the window with what looked like a video camera……I figured….taping me, or my property…..then the car stops….
I look at the friend I had over, we were standing in driveway….and went bolting down the lawn towards the stopped car…..ready to KICK SOME ASS……why the hell you taping me etc……I glanced over at the culvert on my dart down…..and there is a bear coming out of the pipe…..HE WAS TAKING PICS OF IT!
DUMBSHIT.
Hypersensative much?!?!?
My house is on the market…..I’m here for every showing….with a plan in case it’s ex’s spath or friends…..well thought out plans on my behalf.
Trust much?!?!?
This does ‘wane’ in time…….I’ve experienced the wane……but due to my circumstances….I’m feeling very vulverable at the moment.
So……I’m dealing with it how I know how….and trying not to judge yself each step.
I do have faith in others….I do have good people around me, looking out for us…….but mostly, I have faith.
Cuz that’s all I have!
Keep your faith…..I believe it’s all part of our journey to healing…..ten steps forward, two back.
I’m in the back phase currently…..and it’s OKAY!
Hold tight to your kids…..and know…..we are doing the best we can!!!!
It’s a journey darlen…….as painful as it is at times…..allow yourself to feel it!
Glad your here…..Welcome again!
XXOO
EB
BeAware,
welcome.
I like your name.
It could be a poem:
Be Aware,
They’re EVERYWHERE!
Anyway, that’s how I feel.
Dear BeAware,
WELCOME!!! Glad you are here but so sorry that you have a reason to be here. There is a lot of great information and great people for support!
Just post a comment on any thread that it appears relevant or about any comment on a comment on an article. LOL
Again. welcome, and stick around and read and read and read some more. God bless.
EB, your posts are so energetic, who needs speed?
I love it.
ONe of the things that is so hard about being here (even though I feel a lot like this is home) is seeing so many in pain. This brings forth a spiritual question. Ox, perhaps you can enlighten me. Why does God allow so many to suffer at the hands of others? This “evil” while the evil walks? The stories here are absolutely horrendous. Why, Ox? Why does God allow this? This is the pits of hell, Ox. It’s anyone’s hitting bottom. A friend of mine, her mother recently committed suicide. As did her brother. Victims of spath parents and ex spouses, partners……
Why, Ox? Why does it feel that evil wins a lot of the time. Why does God allow such intense pain?
IF I could reach through my computer screen and grab half of who come here on emotional/physical/financial/emotional/ deaths door, I would do it.
Every single day there are MORE who have been victimized by these people.
There are times for me, here, that seeing others pain, is worse than mine, feeling their pain, is worse than mine.
I wish I had a magic wand. So I could just heal them all.
With the exception of a few, why does it seem that satan wins?
LL
LL,
the book of Job helps me with that one.
skylar.
I’ve read it before too. It didn’t do shit for me.
I’m not job.
LL
Hi BeAware, I am happy to meet you!
Hiding in a cave or just going to sleep sounds good right now.
I guess I’ll settle for sleep, since there are no caves around here…
I probably would not be able to sleep in the cave, and then get bored and think too much!
You sound like a good mom. Glad you are there for them,
really gives you a reason to get up in the morning! 😀