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.
Bella,
I think Oxy made some very good points to you in her post. I do understand your pain. I’m sorry your daughter chose to believe the psycho, however, that may change over the course of time. If you were the mother you express that you were, she will return to you. Although my situation is different, I said no to my possibly N daughter about a circumstance to which she wished to live with me. I didn’t see she or my two grandchildren for several months. She uses them against me. It is INCREDIBLY cruel and hurtful. The pain in my heart, not having my grandchildren was just more than I coud bear. I have learned since then, that while I love them dearly, as I do my child, I’ve had to emotionally detach and remain somewhat distant to protect myself. The stress of her situation was so great, the drama so high, I couldn’t handle anymore of it. I am no good to my grandchildren in enabling their mother with her behavior. She said and did the most rotten nasty things about me. But I had to let that go too, because I knew it was untrue. Eventually, she did “come back” ie: She began approaching me again for conversation, however I am take very cautious position with her. I know it’s very painful, but finding a way to detach, while keeping your love for them, will be your peace and salvation. My daughter is an adult. I did what I was suppose to do for my children and definitely not perfectly, but the idea of “owing” on either side is ridiculous. As far as your spathy goes, I can bet that in staying away from the situation, just as you have, with no contact, while he still has contact with others, they will eventually catch on. I don’t think spaths can keep it up forever without doing something inevitably stupid that reveals who they really are. BOTH my P and exS were incredibly STOOOPID! Their ENTITLEMENT will see to that.
I”m so sorry this has happened to you. I think it’s perfectly normal to grieve so many losses in such a short time, but as I’m still learning to do, you STILL have support around you if not limited now. HANG ONTO that support!
Peace.
LL
Bella: sad story!!!! Very sorry! But, for what it’s worth; mine still side with my X’s! And my two older kids[all adults now] are GOOD friends to my second P, father of my younger daughter. AND, my younger daughter is GOOD friends with my two older kid’s P father–of which both of those kids are estranged. Now, after you get thru untangling that, hope you can wrap your head around it! ;p Plus: my older daughter had a long term affair with my last PX-father of my younger daughter, which is her half sister. Gawd, that boggled me just writing it! AHAHAHA! How can I laugh? Well, it almost killed me! But, I made up my mind, by dang it, I was not giving in to the enemy. ⤠You will come on thru this, just focus on YOUR survival. YOUR life depends on it and you are entitled to live too, just the same as the rest of them! Please, know that! {{{{{HUGS}}}}}
Deceived: I’ve often heard, heavy adversity can turn a person one of two ways: to God or away from God.
I would like to just say a couple of simple quotes, I’ve heard thru the years from wise old folks. I think they apply so well to all these P’s and the kids that side with them. “Water seeks its own level.”
and “Birds of a feather, flock together.”
See, we survivors with SOUL all here together on LF! 🙂
I wanted to write about my “after the spath” life.
It has taken me months to finally get over him. He betrayed, lied and used me for years. I finally figured out that I was actually angry with myself for allowing it to happen. The warning signs were there, his lies that he tried to cover up, his sister-in-law told me to stay away, he was no good and a sociopath. I though she just did not like him.
I found solace with a life coach who also is certified in grief recovery. I found out there are over 40 forms of grief and this was one of them.
I am now FINALLY free of him.
Interesting note: He wrote me an email – about 2 weeks ago – asking how I was doing and the dog we owned together (I have the dog – did not trust him to take it) and he signed it “love always, Ray”. I guess the internet dating is not going so well or maybe whoever he hooked up with figured him out fast. Anyway, I had the last laugh.
cz
Wow, lucky you chica! I would have given anything to know that my little bastard was not doing well with the dating thing LOL!
How long was it that you didn’t hear from him? This shit scares me. tobe just heard from hers. ARE THEY REALLY EFFIN SERIOUS?
I think they have radar on when it comes to detecting when their victims are getting over them or moving on.
Unbelievable.
LL
TB…..
I’m moving and shedding the memories too.
I’ve thrown out so much garbage that at one time held dear.
I’ts freeing….and now….i’m not even sure I know what I got rid of.
Some things I kept for the kids to decide later…..packed up in box’s.
I’ve got some important/interesting history of spaths family that his g grandmother let me have…..and one day….I think it’ll mean something….if just to look through the box.
Now is not the time to share it…..but one day.
Stuff holds us back!
Glad your moving along…..kudos’ to you!
EB
Procedure went REALLY good. Got a GREAT doc. Initially, it was a little painful, now it’s REALLY painful (anesthetic is wearing off), but other than that it was SUCH an interesting thing to watch on the ultrasound! My daughter was allowed to come into the room and she watched the whole procedure. she LOVED it….”Wow, Ma, that was REALLY cool!” Sheesh!!
Great support she was. As is her bf.
EB, the mass is a bit large….7 cm by 11 cm. This was a huge lesson to me about health and having been with spath. I neglected/ignored/DENIED that this lump was any big deal. EL WRONGO!!!
I say this in jest, but I don’t know who’s the biggest fucker right now, me or spath LOL!!
Oxy, I’ve given a lot of thought to your post to me today. I don’t know why, but while sitting outside and on the way to the biopsy, the idea that life isn’t a guarantee, people come and go…either they die or go away….REALLY did something to me….
I’m going to take some time to sit down tonight and write out the things I want to address in therapy tomorrow. Someone on my fb said I’m angry, and that I need to let that part out. DUH! Just not in the ways that I have at times here. Sometimes it’s easier to “shout” someone down online than it is in person. I recognize this.
So for the next couple of days, particularly after this biopsy, I’m choosing to just reflect, write and blog….take it easy…chill…and eat some ice cream 🙂
Can’t wait for therapy tomorrow. Every week, it’s such a RELIEF to go. And every week I’m finding more to unearth and deal with.
Good luck with all the moving EB. Sounds like a MAJOR chore, you must have had a HUGE house!!
LL
Thank you for your support, Oxy. I have learned over the past 2 years not to hope or wish for good things anymore…that way if I don’t expect and hope I don’t get disappointed anymore. I have learned to accept that joy and happiness is just not part of the grand design for my life so I have learned not to yearn or long for anything for myself anymore. This man truly has beaten me down…I have no fight left in me. He won and I lost.
Dear LostGirl,
Thank you so much for sharing your story. I have been reading LF for over a year now and it is truly an invaluable source for information, advice, support, encouragement, motivation, reading recommendations, guidance, and insights. Though I’ve been a frequent visitor, I haven’t felt compelled to contribute until now. LG – when you write “… nothing I own feels as if it’s mine … I feel fake and alone” you take the words right out of my experience.
I wasn’t with my spath long, only a year, but we did live together and when I finally realized what was going on and got him out of my life, I found I had no life to return to. Everything was completely destroyed. He was like a bomb that had exploded and obliterated everything.
For me everything that I thought I knew was all called into question and nothing made sense anymore. The goals and dreams that I had before I met him seemed pointless and all the things I had worked for were meaningless. The person that I thought myself to be just didn’t exist anymore and I felt like a complete fake. I was completely hollowed out. I couldn’t relate to anyone and felt like no one could possibly understand what I was going through. Then I discovered this community and it completely legitimized my experience. There were others, I wasn’t alone. Now I had a framework.
Once I had read everything I could about the personality disorder, I could finally absolve myself of any guilt. I finally realized that I had nothing to do with his behavior and that he had a real problem. It had nothing to do with me. And not only that, I realized he could never be any other way, he was what he was and that was it. No if, ands or buts. That was it.
That was the first step. After that I couldn’t love him anymore because he was a complete fraud from the beginning. All the things that I thought were so great about him, were all lies. In reality he was none of those things. He was actually the direct opposite of some of those things. (For example I thought he was so open and honest and I thought we shared a real intimacy!)
Step 2 for me was trying to figure out how HE could have happened to ME. After I knew I was not at fault and felt nothing but disgust and rage for him I turned my attention to figuring out what it was about me that attracted this experience. My big issue was that I just couldn’t understand how someone so horrible could happen to me. That question truly haunted me. I turned it over and over and I looked back at every inch of the relationship to see where I had gone wrong and I just couldn’t figure it out. I followed every instinct I had and was true to myself at every instance, except near the end when his mask started to drop and I had to convince myself that some stuff just couldn’t possibly be true because ‘why would anyone do that?’
Anyway, I was determined that there was something of value to be had out of the experience. I don’t believe in coincidences so I felt there was a message there somewhere. Come hell or high water I was going to learn something because I felt that if I didn’t, there was a very strong possibility that it could happen again and I wasn’t having it.
That’s when I fell down the rabbit hole.
I’m still falling actually and on the way I discovered Alice Miller, Eckhart Tolle, Byron Katie and the The Work, EFT, A Course in Miracles, the LoveFraud community and countless other resources that have given me a whole new perspective. I was introduced to self-compassion and my emotions and the vital role they play, for the first time. I was someone who used to shut that part of me down because that’s what I learned as a child. All the things that I mentioned before that were completely destroyed after the spath, well they needed to be for me to be where I am now. I can honestly say that I am a better person now and my life is now on a different course.
Don’t get me wrong, this is not a silver lining that I’m trying to put on a bad situation. This last year that I’ve spent looking into myself and my upbringing and my relationships has been hell. I went kicking and screaming the whole way. I came face to face with my vulnerability and some deep dark things that I never wanted to see. For the first time in my life I reached out and asked for help and I honestly feel like I’m becoming whole, not again, but for the first time in my life.
So I guess what I’m saying LG, is, Donna’s advice is spot on. I especially like what she recommends about finding joy and it creating an internal energy. If you’re determined and self-compassionate (which I wasn’t) you’ll find your way back to life. I firmly believe that these traumas are not supposed to destroy us but to teach us.
Take care of yourself.
FTA
What an incredibly POWERFUL post!!!! You write so clearly and well. I’m so glad to hear that you’ve taken your experience and turned it into meaning. This is very encouraging to read.
LL