By Steve Becker, LCSW, CH.T
Editor’s note: The author has a private psychotherapy, hypnotherapy, and clinical consulting practice in New Jersey, USA. For more information, visit his website, powercommunicating.com.
Let’s get inside the head of the abusive mentality. But first let’s define abuse. Abuse in a relationship reflects a pattern(s) of behavior that is manifestly (or passive-aggressively) bullying, demeaning, manipulative, intimidating, threatening, coercive, and/or restrictively controlling.
The key word is pattern. Most non-abusive individuals perpetrate insensitivities from time to time that may be experienced as abusive. This may make the behavior abusive. But it is the pattern of behaviors that makes the individual abusive.
What do we know about abusive personalities? We know that they are controlling. Then again, aren’t most of us controlling at times? Sometimes very? What, then, separates your garden variety controlling personality from an abusively controlling personality? The answer, fundamentally, is motive. Where the motive is to coerce—to remind one’s partner who’s in charge—this suggests the machinations of the abusive mentality.
What else do we know about abusers? We know that underlying their “requests” is often the lurking threat, “Cooperate with me”¦or else!” The subtext is, “You don’t want to disappoint me. Consequences will follow from your disappointing me!” In other words, appeals that may seem reasonable on the surface are often, beneath the surface, less appeals than warnings, demands.
Let me stress: Abusive individuals rarely makes requests. More often, they make demands disguised as requests. When you frustrate their demands, you are defying them. There is no middle ground: either you are cooperative and accomodating, or else perceived as defiant. Their thinking goes something like this:
I’m asking you to stop hanging out with that guy.
Translation: I demand that you stop hanging out with that guy. I expect you to meet my demand. Less than your full compliance with my demand means that you are defying me, Your defiance of me is punishable.
The abusive person, in this case, doesn’t just want things; he or she feels entitled to what he or she wants. Again, the thinking:
I want.
Translation: I must have. I’m entitled to have!
As in all narcissistic/sociopathic disturbances, an inflated self-entitlement informs, indeed drives, the abusive mentality. Not only do abusers feel entitled to what they want, but also how they want it, and when and where they want it.
Merely by virtue of their wanting it, abusive individuals will feel automatically entitled to your cooperation, undivided attention, compassion, tolerance, respect, compliance, admiration, you name it. And because they feel entitled to these things, they feel they don’t have to earn any of them.
This, of course, is the very nature of entitlement. Theirs are unearned privileges, yet their unearned status in no way diminishes the abusers’ perceived right to them.
The abuser’s rage feeds off his or her sense of entitlement. He or she thinks:
I want this.
Translation: I am entitled to it. You owe me what I’m entitled to. If you withhold it, I’m entitled to be enraged. In my entitled rage, I’m not responsible for my destructive, abusive response!
The abusive clients with whom I’ve worked are consistently stubborn, dug-in rationalizers. They chronically see themselves as victims. Their sense of themselves as victims is deeply entrenched and invested. They may feel “the victim” of many, many things, including being inconvenienced.
It is from their self-engendered victim status that blame flows so naturally; from blame, the anger/rage; from the anger/rage, the rationalization of aggressive/abusive responses.
It’s also the case that once abusive individuals have established a pattern of their self-perceived victimization, their threshold for feeling subsequently victimized decreases; now, it takes less and less for them to feel victimized, perhaps only a minor disappointment or frustration. This is why many abusive individuals can find almost any basis to complain, to feel slighted, thereby tripping (and licensing) their abusiveness.
Abusive individuals, at bottom, feel entitled not to be burdened by whatever feels burdensome to them. It is your job, your responsibility, to alleviate their burden. Your failure to do so, from their self-centered perspective, is an abdication of your duty, a form of betrayal.
Not surprisingly, many abusive individuals tend to think in paranoid and problematically rigid ways. They tend to rigidly attribute malice to those who disappoint them. Deploying spectacular powers of rationalization and projection, they see themselves ironically (and, of course, conveniently) habitually as victim—as the betrayed, exploited party—a warped perception that ratchets up their anger, lubricating their impending abusive response.
Sometimes underlying abandonment issues (including borderline personality disorder) fuel the possessive/controlling behaviors of abusive individuals. In such cases, their thinking chain goes something like this:
Don’t leave me.
Translation: Alone, I am nothing! For this reason, you can’t leave me! If you leave me, you will be defying me. If you defy me, I’ll make you pay!
Here again we see how the abusive individual automatically codifies the failure of a partner’s compliance as “defiance,” which, in the abuser’s eyes, justfies the forthcoming mean, vindictive, abusive response.
From a gender standpoint it is clear that men have no patent on abuse. Women, like men, can be abusive in their relationships—to their partners, children and others. But men are better leveraged, in general, to exercise their abuse more harshly and dangerously, if for no other reason than their comparative physical strength advantage over women. There are many exceptions to this rule; but the rule holds as a generality. Accordingly, you’ll find more women seeking (and desperately needing) shelter from abusive men than men from abusive women.
What percentage of abusive individuals are out and out sociopaths? There is disagreement on this question. Clearly many abusive personalities meet the criteria for sociopathic personality, and many who don’t nevertheless share with the sociopath the alarming tendency (in their actively abusive states) to view others as objects whose principal purpose on earth is to meet their needs, however excessive, inappropriate, unilateral and selfish.
In other words, at the heart of both relationship abuse and sociopathy is an exploitative process in which one individual’s utter, contemptuous lack of respect for another enables the former’s self-justified exploitation/abuse of the latter.
In this sense, when abusive individuals are unleashing their abusiveness, they are objectifying, and demeaning, their victims in much the same (if not identical) way as sociopaths.
This post and several of the comments remind me so much of my eldest brother. I am the youngest of 6 and he is the 2nd eldest. He’s 12years older than I am and I always looked up to him as an example for everything. For a long time time we were extremely close. I remember one of his ex’s once telling me she was more nervous about meeting me than meeting our mother.
I started working for him in his own IT company in 1991 and though I’ve worked elsewhere over the years, I’ve spent at least 3/4 of my working life as his employee. As of June this year I am officially no longer his employee, for which I’m grateful every day.
Over the years he showed more and more of his controlling personality. For a long time I rationalised his behaviour as being that of a perfectionist’s – he just wanted things to be right – and I always tried even harder. He would pick apart my work, right down to the placement of a comma in a sentence. I was available 24 hours a day and often worked weekends and public holidays.
His abusive behaviour became worse as time passed and I left the company more than once because of the way he treated me. He’d shout at me in front of the other employees, make comments about my personality and character in general meetings, fly into a rage if I “defied” him…this was run-of-the-mill stuff. He’d ask my opinion of something and then get angry if I didn’t agree with him. He always had some excuse why the company couldn’t send me on training yet others were given opportunities.
I worked harder than anyone else and sacrificed more for the company than anyone else, yet I’d be hauled over the coals if I wanted to take an extra-long lunch occasionally.
About 18 months ago the company had cash flow problems (yet again) and because the company books were (still) not up-to-date he asked me to take out two personal loans. I was 100% loyal to him (like I was brainwashed by then) so that’s what I did, even though I didn’t really want to. At the time I had an excellent credit record. The company never really recovered (due to his poor business decisions) and a year ago he stopped the monthly loan repayments to me (I paid the banks, he paid me).
I had to keep up the payments and ended up in a situation where 45% of my salary went to servicing the loans. My own debt spiralled because I couldn’t keep up my monthly payments. A year later I’ve given up every investment and policy I had and, even though I’m paid more by my new employers, I’m still carrying these loan repayments. He promised to resume paying from the beginning of July but that date came and went…no payment. After several emails from me, telling him I needed the money for medical expenses, I finally got July’s money today. Next month will no doubt be another battle.
The worst is that his eldest daughter, who also worked for him for 3 years, found out he received a significant sum of money this month that he used to pay off his own debts and buy a new expensive lounge suite! All along he’s known how I’m struggling and he still didn’t pay me. He owes me more than R40 000 (1 US$ = 7 Rand) for what I’ve already paid on the loans. Then he owes me back pay and a portion of the sale of my contract to my new employer but he hasn’t said a word about that money. He also has to pay off the remainder of the loans (nearly R50 000).
I’ve decided to have a lawyer handle everything from now on because I can’t even stand speaking to my brother on the phone. In a year when I discovered the man I thought was the love of my life is actually a fraud and a psychopath, I’ve also discovered that my brother, who was a very important part of my life for so many years, couldn’t give a damn that I’m now deep in debt, with a terrible credit record…and all because of him. He hasn’t even once asked me if I’m ok aor how I was coping. Not even a one-liner email saying “how are you?”.
I’m now at a place where I don’t ever want to see or speak to my brother again and I feel a deep sense of grief about that. He was my hero and now I realise that for years he used me as cheap labour and systematically worked at destroying my self-confidence and self-worth. I can’t remember how many times I left meetings with him, in tears, because of how he would ruthlessly criticise every little aspect of me, calmly taking me apart and “proving” how whatever went wrong was my fault. He was always at me to change. I was never good enough.
I’m at a place now where I no longer have faith in anyone – family or friends. I’ve gone off my anti-depressant meds (with my doctor’s consent) because of persistent side-effects and the numbing effect of the meds has now worn off. I feel utterly destroyed. Several people I thought were my friends have proven to be anything but friends and all these disappointments are all too much for me to handle. In one year I lost my fiance and my brother, got into serious financial trouble, have ongoing health problems and feel like everything’s crumbled.
My best friend of more than 20 years told me today she’s remarrying her ex, a man I don’t like and don’t trust and who actively tried to discourage her from being friends with me. She said she’s spoken to him about our friendship (I didn’t ask for details) but I have little faith that our friendship will endure in the longterm – husbands come before best friends. We’ve always been closer than sisters and now I know I will eventually lose her too.
I feel like I’m being punished for something. It’s all just too much. Right now I’m hanging on by my fingertips. Sorry for the long post. I tried to keep to the essentials (trust me, there’s so much more). I guess I just needed to get it all out.
Oh for Pete’s sake. I am going to be very blunt. OxDrover, why can’t you just respect my feelings without coming over here onto another thread to keep making your same point?
To me this seems analagous to you talking to your friends behind my back to get them all on your side. There should never have been “sides” to begin with. Just respect that my reality is not the same as yours.
As to the “dear,” you don’t need to justify that either. I know you mean well, I don’t wish to offend you, it’s just that I do not like to be called “dear” and I am surprised that you, as a nurse, do not get this.
One of the first things I learned in nursing school is to not call patients “sweetie” or “honey” or “dear” because it comes across as condescending and not respectful, even when said with kindness in the heart, which is how I assumed you said it.
I am stating my personal boundary; maybe it is different from yours, I don’t doubt that, but this is *my* boundary and I should think you of all people would respect that. Isn’t that, after all, the point you’ve been trying to make?
OXY My Dear, Don’t – please don’t leave. And if you do please ask Donna for my e-mail address. Your post are always so helpful, even if you are repeating your lesson’s and knowledge and sincere heart felt concern to a new blogger. You are starting from square one, with someone who has found a place to heal. And it reinforce’s all the information and knowledge that I have learned. Perhaps we need to share e-mail address’s or create our own blog. I don’t have a college education, but for the life of me I dont see where calling someone dear is condesending….. OXY I will hunt you down if you leave us…………..
gillian, OxD, did sincerely apologize to you on the other thread. And she is also an affectionate woman and she displays that in her warm endearments. I’m the same way. When I care for someone, I use kind loving words to express my affection.
And to imply that she is trying to have people take her side, is just wrong. I can only speak personally for myself, but I care about her, I like her and I consider her my friend. She doesn’t need me to defend her as she is as strong as they come.
And we are all on each other’s side. We have each other’s back after spending countless years being abused, manipulated, deceived, controlled, hated by Psychopaths.
They are the true enemy in regards to our sanity, loss of self respect/esteem, feelings of worthliness caused by their cruelty over and over again.
I look at it this way: if you are uncomfortable, dissatisfied, offended by a person’s comments on here, reread the words written to decide if what was said was meant to be harmful, or if it was graciously offered in an attempt to be helpful.
I will admit, that I sometimes only skim long posts because I don’t have the time to read them all, but I do get the gist of what each of you is saying, and I try to understand your situation with an open mind.
And like I said before, we all are uniquely different women and men but we are the same in loving PDIs. By what has been written about them, we can be assured that they follow patterns in behavior and actions, all designed for their selfishness.
I know now what I didn’t know for many, many years and it has been supremely beneficial for me in keeping them away. I realize that the possibility of being exposed to another predator is likely, but with the valuable knowledge regarding red flags, boundaries, my continuing learning to love me with my warts and all, I will persevere to live a happy, serene life.
JaneSmith,
An apology followed by “but” or followed by the continued assertion of the point that was in dispute to begin with is not an apology that means much to me.
But that is me. If such an apology works for you, I respect that.
A statement that one is in complete agreement followed by another statement in which disagreement is implicit is to my mind disingenuous.
But again, maybe that’s just me.
I am not going to go any further into what I said, she said, I said, she said because this is getting silly and extremely counterproductive.
I don’t doubt that OxDrover is warm and affectionate. And if you don’t mind if she or anyone else calls you “dear” that’s fine. To each their own. I, however, do not like it when people who are not my intimate friends or family call me by such an endearment and, furthermore, I do not appreciate being placed in the position where I feel compelled to defend myself in this matter.
Jane Smith— I went to the Hill, my Hill again last nite. No tear’s this time. I layed on the ground looking up into the stars. The moon was coming up, the star’s were bright. I had another long talk with Henry last nite, someone was listening, because for the first time I said ok Henry (what do you believe?) (what do you know for sure?) finally I get it. I do believe that there is a god in the heaven’s, he is in the stars, in the moonlite, in the warm gentle wind. He has a purpose, he/she what ever we percieve God to be. IT is there, and I have purpose, I have meaning. I am a bright light, I am good. I know this to be true. I was totally in the moment and at peace with myself. What do I believe? Hey I came here to LF, because my baggage, my burden’s where more than I could carry. I have sorted through my past, I have came to a place of understanding, of self search, I should of care for me along time ago. I don’t have and never will have all the answers. But I am a very spiritual man, maybe it is my native american ancestory, but this good earth and the universe above are there to help me, to help us. I believe…………..
That was sublimely beautiful, Henry! I love it! You said exactly how I feel also, but sooooo much better!..haha.
Now, you will never doubt the importance of being Henry. The one and only. Your bright, luminous light is shining all over me as I can genuinely FEEL the love oozing from your pores.
**huggles and cheek smoochies**
Dear Odette,
It’s nice to know you are from SAfrica, I spent 1965-6 in your lovely country in Durban and other places, (now) elderly friends that I made there in those years and have kept in contact with, but due to the US economy’s down turn, will have to be delayed.
I’m so sorry your own brother did this to you, and I think when our relatives that we love so much (naturally) are Ps and use us it makes it doubly painful. At least with an “outsider” that we become involved with somehow even if it is a spouse we can say it isn’t quite so “personal” maybe. I’m not sure. Since the majority of the major damage done to me was by family Ps and the damage done by the Non-family Ps was less, maybe that’s just my own personal take on it. But, I know it does HURT and gives you less resources to turn to because you have less family to support you.
I got an e mail from my son today that the one-year anniversary of the arrest of the Ps is coming up in about a week or so (august 3rd or 4th) and I can tell you from the bottom of my heart, that I DO understand the feeling of haivng nothing and no one. Your world crumbling. Friends thinking you’re crazy (or at least they did me for the most part) and I felt so WEAK and ALONE, and was physically sick from a tick borne illness that I was so physically weak I couldn’t stand. It all seems to come at once.
I wish I knew “magic” words to comfort you in your distress, that I could put them into the computer and they would fly to your heart giving you peace. In the depths of our pain, in the depths of our feeling alone, and weak, and helpless, it seems there is nothing but sadness. The only word I can give you Odette is HOPE that tomorrow will be better. It is for me. It is for my sons. Only one year ago in August, we were in the depths of despair, separated from each other (some of us) and hemmed in by the Ps like a pride of lions stalking us as prey. I literally had to flee my home for my life and go into hiding, one son was with me, one son not knowing he was inside the pride of lions disguised as sheep, and the other (third) P-son leading the pride of lions dressed as sheep.
Right now Odette, you are bleeding from the injuries you have unjustly suffered. Your pain and confusions, your anger, and every emotion you feel is normal and natural. YOur distrust of everyone right now, all those things are a normal reaction to a terrible injustice. But you are healing, even in your pain, you are healing. DO hang on by your finger nails, do not let go of that small tiny view, the smallest corner of HOPE that is there. When I felt at my weakest, my most TIRED, I could still see that tiny corner of HOPE and I clung to it like a life raft in a sea that I felt was filled with sharks.
Right now you may not feel strong, but the thing I discovered and many other people here have discvoered is that we are stronger than we feel like we are when we are in such pain. It is difficult to believe in ourselves when we have been so injured, but that is the HOPE that will save us, is the belief in ourselves. WE ARE STRONG, but we have to believe that.
Be good to yourself, Odette. You did not deserve to be treated like this. Especially by someone who SHOULD have loved and cared for you instead of betrayed you. Used you. No one deserves to be used, abused, betrayed. Right now you feel crushed, but hang on to the HOPE the hope of your strength. Come here. Read and learn about how they are, and why they are, and how to see them in the future to protect yourself. NOT, thank God, is everyone like them. There are good and wonderful and warm and caring people iin this world. The ONLY reason your brother COULD do this to you is because YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE GOOD AND CARING PEOPLE. If you were like him, he couldn’t have done this to you. One sure truth I have found out is that I would rather be a victim than to be the predator….the human predator who has no conscience, who has no love, who has no caring. They are empty shells, not really even human except in appearance. They are cold, and calculating, and they may abuse us, but they CANNOT love. How miserable that must be. I would rather be able to love and even experience the pain of losing love than to be UNABLE TO LOVE and have joy that goes with loving, even if it leaves me vulnerable to loss.
Hang on to the HOPE, Odette. Peace and my prayers are with you for healing.
Dear Oxy
I hope you realise how much your kindness means to me. I feel bruised and battered and there is no one here I can turn to. People are generally kind but they don’t know how to respond. The ones who know me longest aren’t comfortable seeing me in such emotional pain. I pretend to be ok so they don’t feel uncomfortable.
I marvel at your ability to continually reach out to help others. Even here, across the ocean, I can feel your warmth and caring – thank you, thank you, thank you.
Hopefully one day you will be able to visit South Africa. I live in Cape Town and it’s a beautiful city. If you ever visit I would love to show you around.
I’ll keep hanging on. This site is the one place where I can take off my armour and stop pretending I’m always ok.
Odette,
Yeah, OxD has a gift in being able to truly empathize with everyone’s tragic experiences. She helped me months before I started blogging on LF. But she knows that already as I’ve told her that constantly…haha.
And I wish I could express to you as wisely, and eloquently as she does in her comments how much compassion I also feel for the pain and suffering your poor, loving, generous heart is going through at this time.
Please realize that we are here for you and will read, listen, hear, and understand you any time, day or night.