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.
So many insightful, wonderful posts. So much pain in all of our lives. I was married to the s-path for 31 years. Exposed to him for 33 years. I have been divorced for 3 years. I have not dated, nor do I have plans to. 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. He is a retired firefighter. He is on the board of directors for the HOA. A pilar of the community. He poisoned everything. His sexual addiction was overwhelming. He never wanted me. I was only there to see to the paying of the bills, taking care of the children and handling all of the necessities of daily life. And yet, he acted like he despised my very pressence. I vacillilate some months with no emotion to having anger at everything. Everything that I worked for, loved, nurtured, lived for…..are gone. I’m already 56 years of age. There is not enough time to get myself to a point of healing emotionaly or spiritually. It is so very helpful to come to this website and read that others in the world truly understand from the depth of their soul what this feels like. I am sorry that so many of us have had to go through this evil experience that will have profound effects on the rest of our lives. Never again will we be able to meet someone at face value and enjoy their company. Will we forever be wary? I know I will always be suspicious of people.
Comille,
There are so many of these stories. Where the spath has all around him convinced as to what a great guy he is, even when it’s clear that he’s not. I don’t get that.
I DO often wonder though about it, because it seems to have the same familiar ring to it- an influence in A LOT of people’s lives or a higher up in the community or with employment positions.
My exPOS is in management, but is obviously not so influential. Everyone at work hates his gutts. Everyone believed his wife (she had no problem blowing the whistle on his nine year affair with me), everyone at his old church ignored him after his wife left him. He has no friends. He’s a massive alcoholic. Compulsive spender, incredibly verbally/emotionally abusive.
HOw is it with all of that, that anyone would still find a person of authority remotely attractive?
Your experience was real Comille. I’m so sorry you experienced “it” as long as you did. I think OxDrover can attest to the reality that it’s NEVER too late and you’re never too old to heal and be happy. 🙂
I hope you’ll consider that it’s not over for you…but maybe a start to a new and hopeful beginning. 🙂 Many stories here support that reality.
LL
Dear Deceived,
DON’T do that to yourself, darlin! I felt exactly like you do for months…..stopped going to church, wouldn’t pray (except to please let me die), had no faith atall in any kind of future for myself, much less even any vision of what a future for me would look like. God felt sooooooo far away from me. Something I’d never felt in my life…..not even when my son died. I could always feel like a Beloved Child of God, no matter what was happening to me. And bam! It was like a terrible thick cold steel wall had fallen down between me & my Father.
It was like a brutal war inside of me…..& 8 months later, it’s not fully over yet, I AM going to win it, by the grace of God & the strength of Christ within me! I say, “something GOOD is going to happen to me today”, & then I say “nothing good is ever going to happen to me ever again,” & then I say, “I KNOW You have prepared a table for me & will avenge me in the presence of my enemies,” & then I say, “Or just let me die, Lord.” But the negative, the evil, the voice of the Devil is getting more & more muted every day. It’s like the little story about a firefly in a totally dark room……you know, no matter how big the darkness is, it CAN’T take over the light. The light is still there, no matter how tiny it seems in that vast blackness.
Keep looking for that little light, Deceived. It’s there.
On a completely different note, I wanted to say to those who’ve talked about the stress-related illnesses: it took 6 months before my hair started falling out. It’s coming back a little now, but it is just mind-blowing what depression & stress can do to your body! Take those vitamins—-LOTS of them…..more than you ever thot necessary. Eat right. Get sleep (I’m taking Lunesta & I LOVE it). And throw yourself into exercise! Sometimes I really have to shove myself out of the door, but I MAKE myself get to the gym 3x a week. And, thank God, for my therapist!!
As my son once said to me, “Keep on strivin to be survivin’…..” I know that he’s still saying that to me, even if I can only hear it in my heart.
Dear Deceived,
Believe it or not, as long as there is life there is hope—it is when we give up that there is no hope. Sometimes “hope” is just a small quiet voice in the back of your mind, whispering to you, but if we shout it out, shout it down, it may go silent for a while. I think we must carefully listen for the voice of hope.
Humans are herd animals and we like being with our own kind, but sometimes we don’t feel safe to get too close to the other members of our species because we got bitten—my little dog Bud was abused and he loves me but he is so leery because he was before I got him, if I raise my voice for any reason he thinks I am shouting at him and he hunkers down in fear.
I don’t know if he will ever learn to totally trust people again, I hope so.
I am learning to trust myself to make better decisions about what people I deal with and how I deal with them, and how I allow them to treat me. Learning to be content and happy with myself, depend on myself.
Ox,
I wonder, after this experience, about a few things.
I’ve not been able to be committed to people on some level. A definite lack of trust, but this goes WAY back, although I wasn’t able to define it. I could glob onto dependent relationshits very easily, whether they were friendshits or intimate relationshits…but for some reason, even with people that were good people I’d always make plans with them, and then bail out at the last minute. this bothers me. I have “friends” so to speak, even close friends, but my lack of ability to trust or to put energy into toxic relationshits just isn’t there. This was a huge enlightenment for me today in thinking about it. WHere is this lack of commitment coming from? I think a lack of trust, mostly in myself because I’ve made poor choices in SO many relationshits. I’m horrible with follow through. I just prefer to be alone than to be hurt, I think, although I do want healthy relationships in my life. Does this make sense? Maybe i”m just blabbering here, but….
I’ve hurt some people in my life by not being committed to doing even the simplest of things with them. Most of the time, it’s a feeling of toxicity around these people. Sometimes, though, it’s not.
I’ve always been afraid to say no to people too. Another big revelation for me. To stand up for myself.
Just thinkin out loud I think…..something that needs to be fixed within. Yet another thing I mean…
LL
Those who love with their heart attract those who love power.
Cause those who love with their heart don’t see it coming…
Hi Jeannie – You are so right.
Jeannie
Wow. So true. So very true….
LL
Deceived – I was once where your were too. I used to think ‘what kind of a world is this with all this evil?’. I thought well maybe I’m just not supposed to have joy, happiness or people I can trust in my life. I thought that just wasn’t in the cards for me either.
Then I thought, nah, that just doesn’t make any sense. What’s so special about me that I would be singled out for misery? Then I thought well why did this happen to me then and how do I make sure it never happens again? Then the rabbit hole and …. Try getting really curious about everything you think Deceived. That’s how I started.
LL – thanks for the kudos. It’s been a long hard struggle.
Camille & LL – My attitude to people who didn’t see through the spath has been that time will tell. I lost some friends but on reflection I think good riddance. I want absolutely nothing to do with that energy in my life anymore. I’m going in a different direction. Fortunately I was able to completely cut ties and I don’t talk to anyone that knows that dude anymore.
When kids and family are involved I can’t imagine how difficult it must be but the truth ALWAYS comes to light even when it’s ugly and we try to hide from it. So I think if you just do you, even those who’ve been manipulated or have been a little slow to catch on will get the whole picture when it’s right for them.
FTA
Spath is around my town. But thankfully, I’ve not seen him but once yet from a distance. I don’t talk to anyone who knows him and like you, good riddance. It’s easier to cut all ties.
HOwever, with exP I have six children and two grandchildren, but have little communication with him, exception once recently that was a disaster and now only for reasons of child support. He’s remained out of my children’s lives the majority of their lives. Lucky me. But I did go through the “what a bitch she is” when we separated. They ALL know now who he is. It might have taken ten years, but they figured it out when I wasn’t there to help him hold up the mask any longer.
FTA- I’m going through massive hell right now. Par for the course, but also kicking and screaming the whole way. it’s not been a pleasant experience and there is still a lot more to unearth.
LL