By Joyce Alexander, RNP (retired)
Years ago I used to think that healing from an emotionally devastating experience, like tangling with a psychopath, was like recovering from a physical illness or injury. If you cut yourself, you put a band-aid on it and a few days later, the cut was “healed” and you didn’t need to work on it any more. Or if you got the flu, once you were over it, it was all done; you didn’t have to worry about it again. Or if you got the measles once, you could not get it ever again, because you were immune.
Now I realize that healing from an encounter with a psychopath is not like a simple cut that heals, never requiring any more care or even notice. It is also not like having the measles and becoming immune to that kind of disease. Having an encounter with one psychopath does not convey immunity to the rest you will encounter in your lifetime. It isn’t something that you “get over and never have to think about it again.” It changes you.
Tangling with a psychopath leaves serious emotional injuries that are not “healed” easily or quickly, never to be thought about again. Serious emotional healing is a continuing process that lasts a lifetime because emotional trauma literally causes the brain’s chemistry and structure to change.
Emotional wounds are different
Psychological and emotional wounds are wounds of a different kind. First, they are not “visible” to others. Also, others may have strong opinions about how long your emotional or mental wound should take to heal. In fact, society in general, and your friends in particular, may tell you that you should “be over that now, it was just a break up” and give you “medical advice” about emotional healing which they are not qualified to give you. Many times the wounds left by a psychopath need to be dealt with by a professional therapist who “gets it” about psychopaths! Just as you wouldn’t try to treat your own broken leg without professional medical help, or continue to limp around on it saying “oh, it will get better if I just give it time” we shouldn’t try to treat our own emotional wounds either. (This is coming from someone who tried to self-treat for way too long, but who finally got the help I needed.)
If you had an unhealed and grossly infected wound on your arm, I doubt that many people would try to give you advice on which antibiotic to take (though there are even a few of those people), but most people would recommend that you go to a physician for treatment. With emotional wounds, though, everyone is an expert and tells you to “just get over it.” I can’t see them saying the same thing about your festering cut on your arm or your broken leg.
Physical cuts do, with proper treatment, heal and scar over, never again requiring any care or work, but emotional “cuts” will always to some extent, require a continual maintenance, if nothing else. In addition, deep emotional wounds leave behind invasive memories.
Memory good and bad
Memory is a good thing in many, many ways, bringing back enjoyable experiences from the past, bringing back warm feelings when we think about loved ones who have passed away or the fun experiences we had when we were children or on a special vacation. Yet, memory can be a two-edged sword, also bringing back the unhappy memories of being abused, the emotional voids of being neglected as a child or the devaluation and discarding done to us by a psychopath. Sometimes these memories become “invasive” and intrude into our “today” and our “now” to the point that we can’t seem to think about anything else.
I don’t mean that we can never overcome the damage done to us or that the memories must always be invasive, but what I am trying to say is that we must continually work on keeping our emotional health healthy, that we must not let these unpleasant past events recur in our memories and minds to bring about emotional pain. We must also overcome the emotionally dysfunctional ways of coping that we learned to use in order to survive the abusive relationships previously in our lives, and learn newer and more functional ways to think and live in the present.
We must develop new tools, one of which is NO CONTACT with people who are dishonest, unkind, abusive, or in any way toxic to our wounded souls and spirits. I have found the “hard way” that some of these people are members of our families, people that we wanted close relationships with and people that we love(d). The truth is, though, that we can not allow anyone, no matter what the blood or other relationship is, to continually emotionally wound us. We must set boundaries. If boundaries don’t suffice to keep these people from acting in toxic ways to us, then we must cut them from our lives with NO CONTACT.
Peeling the onion
I’ve also realized that as I heal one level of dysfunction in my life and in the way I handle things, I find that there is another layer underneath that one that I should “improve” on. Al Anon calls this “peeling the onion.” I had picked up that phrase somewhere not knowing the origin, but a friend who is in Al Anon told me that she thought it came from there. I think it is a very good analogy, as it is to me like peeling an onion’s very thin layers, and when we get one layer peeled off we find—ANOTHER LAYER that needs to be worked on.
So, healing becomes for me a continuing process of self-improvement. I learned to set boundaries ”¦ so there is always practice to perfection on doing that and as I practice, I get better. There are self-esteem issues, and again, as I practice, I get better and feel better about myself. Each layer of the onion I peel and each improvement I make in myself gives me a new awareness of the next thing I need to work on in Joyce.
Acceptance and grief
As I focus on improving Joyce, I also realize that there is nothing I can do to improve the dysfunctional people who abused me ”¦ and I can’t do anything to change the past. So I must also start working on the acceptance of what was. I grieve the losses that go with my emotional injury. I work on coming to acceptance and peace with that loss, the way I have finally been able to accept the loss of my late husband and my late step-father, and the loss of the aspirations I had for my son Patrick, and the dreams I had for the relationship I wanted with my son C.
Some of the losses I have suffered due to the behavior of my psychopathic son, Patrick, weren’t losses of anything that was actually “real” and tactile. They were simply my dreams for my son, who is so bright and talented that he could have done or been anything he wanted to be. He was blessed with the smarts and intelligence to do or be anything! I guess it was selfish on my own part, because I wanted to say, “Oh, yes, my son Patrick, who invented the way to run cars on water, cured global warming, cured diabetes and cancers of all kinds”¦” so I could, in mock humility, be so proud of him! LOL
Of course my continued working on “healing” doesn’t take up my entire life or thoughts any more, but it makes the rest of my life more fulfilling and more fun because I am slowly eliminating the people and the behaviors that make my life difficult or painful. It is amazing just how much time I have now to do things that I enjoy, when I am not dealing with the drama and dysfunction of people who are not healthy, or people who are actively abusive. I have more time for the fun and enjoyable people and experiences, since my time and energy are not taken up by the drama of dealing with dysfunction.
Tired in body and mind
The cost of emotionally unhealthy relationships and unhealthy people is very expensive in terms of time and effort. Just as digging a ditch with a shovel will make your body tired and sore, emotionally “digging a ditch” in an encounter with a drama king or queen, or an abusive person, will also make your mind tired and sore as well. If you dig the ditch physically, when you come in the house and shower and sit down, you are not able to handle mental or emotional tasks; the body is so tired that the mind doesn’t work well either. The reverse is also true: If you are emotionally tired from dealing with dysfunctional situations, your body is also tired. There is no big dichotomy between body and mind. We are one!
We are well aware that emotional stress puts great strain on our bodies as well as our minds. So it is important for us to continually take care of both our emotional and physical health. Just as we wouldn’t go to the gym one time and work out and expect to have “abs of steel,” we would also not expect to read one book about psychopaths and expect that we would instantly be healed emotionally from an encounter with psychopaths.
Applying the knowledge
Knowledge is what we must acquire by study. Wisdom is the ability to use that knowledge to our benefit, which is acquired by reflection.
Learning about psychopaths, learning about ourselves and then applying that knowledge for our emotional and physical well being is a life-long process.
I’ve frequently said that the healing process starts out about “them” (the psychopaths) but ends up being about “us,” changing our thinking and behavior. I still think that is true, and when we start focusing more on us, and less on them, we are well on the way to growing and “healing,” but the road continues onward as long as we live.
While none of us would wish an experience with a psychopath on our worst enemy, and while it has been a painful process for us, it can be the impetus for us to go on to greater and better things.
God bless.
Interesting question, Still Reeling.
I used to be someone who would always see the half full glass in people, always trying to see innocence and assuming they did annoying stuff out of not knowing any better.
I don’t try to ‘diagnoze’ everyone in my life, and I do believe that some people just regularly fuck up out of the best intentions (the road to hell is paved with good intentions)… But when I see people cross boundaries or behave in another manner that shows they have issues with normal social interaction either to me or towards others, I limit at the very least my socialising to the impersonal. I do not associate with them anymore if I can help it.
Yes, people can make mistakes. For example, a friend of mine had an outburst towards me the past winter. She nearly bit my head off, and I said goodbye to her right there and then. I haven’t seen her since then and hardly have interacted with her but a ‘like’ here or there on fb. I don’t have ill feelings towards her though. I found out the same week that she had just broken up with her boyfriend she was living with and her mother had gotten diagnozed with terminal cancer AGAIN, after she had hardly been declared cured, and her mother kept dating sociopathic and abusive men. She had known I had been going through a really down period for months before that, and simply thought I sill was feeling down. In fact I had just made major breakthroughs and felt happy again for the first weeks since a long time. I’ve heard from my best friend, a mutual friend of ours, who saw her very recently, that she’s bothered by that incident and I’m sure she wishes to solve the distance between us.
Now, I could contact her myself, pre-emptively and make clear to her that I’m perfectly willing to leave the incident in the past and associate more again. But I won’t. The reason is that she was the one biting my head off at the time. And I’m not saying that for petty reasons, but as something factual. It makes no sense that I make up our friendship, when I wasn’t the one blowing it up at the time. Not to her, not to me. At some point she will realize I do not harbor any hard feelings towards her at all and she will have the courage to initiate contact. If I were to initiate the re-contacting it would defy the strengtening of her self confidence. So, I’m not initiating contact because it’s in her best interest long term and for our friendship that I don’t.
And I know it can work out well like that, because I abruptly stopped any contact with 4 female friends before this. They were all shocked and pleaded innocence, understanding and promised to never do it anymore (in the past it used to be 2nd or 3rd strike heavy boundary crossing), and I plainly ignored it. 2 of them returned back into my life afterwards. 1 of them is a friend again. We don’t see each other as much anymore, but several times a year we make time for each other. The other I see once every two years now, but when we do see each other it is with absolute mutual understanding and respect. Anyway, both told me afterwards that it helped them to grow in confidence and independence, and that at some point they realized without my help that I was but a phonecall away. They just needed to forgive themselves before taking up our friendship again.
So, to me, it’s not a question about who’s toxic, who’s a sociopath, etc in my life… but simply, who crosses boundaries that I will not tolerate I will not associate anymore with. I do know who may just have made a rare mistake, but I also know that I would be enabling them in their minor issue if I would pretend there was nothing the matter. So, I don’t. I will not apologize for that. I won’t feel guilty about it, and in the long run never regretted it.
As for ill treatment of people who serve for a livelihood: there is NO excuse in my eyes for ill treatment and disrespectful behaviour to anyone, certainly not someone who’s job is to serve others. Yes, they have to do their job well, but there’s no need to treat them as a superior, or as a scapegoat, and make their jobs heavier than it already is. Waitresses and waiters and bartenders and cleaning personnel are all just people being responsible of their own financial life. It says nothing of their degree, their intelligence. The only restaurant where I ever disliked a majority of the clients was the one across university (I loved my boss though and I didn’t mind the work itself at all). Some lectors treated me with obvious disdain, obviously thinking me a dumb nitwit who hadn’t finished her HS, while in fact I had a master. I did it as an extra job, aside from starting my teaching career. I’m not mean, so I never did anything into their dishes or drinks. Instead I made sure to do a job I and my boss would be proud of, profesionally, and I smiled knowingly when they left the restaurant again: they had shown their true colours more than they thought to have seen of me – they didn’t know a thing about life.
So, in the end it’s just all about boundaries and having them respected by anyone (a client, a boss, a colleague, an acquaintance, a friend, a partner, a child, a sister or brother or parent). Meanwhile, perhaps it would ease your worries if you just struck out into the social world and make some new friends, people who do respect your boundaries? And if you start finding truer friends and discover it’s not even that difficult to find good people out there in RL to befriend you will feel less need to hang on to not so true fruends. 🙂
Real friends in this life are a precious commodity and as we journey along, in this life…there are not many REAL friends or people we can call a REAL FRIEND. That is a harsh reality of life – however, that is what makes the REAL ones so special.
It’s ALL about boundaries.
OUR boundaries and nobody can set those down but ourselves….we need to please ourselves in order to be happy at all.
Anything short of that is a facade.
Dupey
One benefit from this conversation is that we all see that real friends are not common.
I just assumed that everybody else, except for me, had a lot of real friends, but now I know that isn’t true.
I thought there was something wrong with me. I used to feel very lonely because I assumed it was due to me being unacceptable.
Well, it was due to me, but not because I was unacceptable! It caution on my part. I was waiting for people to value me as I valued them. That wasn’t happening. I didn’t realize that I was setting boundaries.
I know now who my real friends are and I treasure them a lot. I’m glad now that I didn’t connect on a “real friend level” with a lot of these people because I discovered there were aspects of them that I wanted no part of. I was taking care of me without even realizing it. 🙂
G1S: yes, you were taking care of yourself without even realizing it. Just like I did, when the lovebombing started; I knew something just wasn’t right. So, I never dove into the relationship even though there had been YEARS of lovebombing and stalking by a full fledge psychopath.
We need to give ourselves more credit for all the things WE DID DO RIGHT and realize that we are just as entitled to set those boundaries as anyone else. This is OUR LIFE. It is not to be dictated by a psychopath or sociopath.
Right: no, there is nothing wrong with us. We are entitled to be the person we are.
No, REAL friends are very hard to come by in this lifetime. If you find one, that is everything a friend should be, you are in a very small percentage. I know. Yes, caution and that is what we should be using with our lives.
Thanks for the coversation G1S –
Have a good night.
Dupey
This is a very important discussion, I believe.
A good friend of mine and I have been talking about thi for a few weeks – what defines a “good friend.” Sure, there will be disagreements and even arguments between “good” friends. But, those issues are resolved and the frienship strengthens, sometimes, through disagreements.
But, people can trample someone’s boundaries in platonic relationships and there is NO dialogue or resolutions – these people are either disinterested in a true relationship and are simply acquaintances, or they fulfill a personal agenda through their association with us.
For me, drama/trauma addiction is a deal-breaker. Constant one-upmanship is intolerable. Passive-aggressive behavior is also intolerable. So is being dismissed, stonewalled, betrayed, or manipulated. These are things that I no longer excuse.
Once upon a time, I WOULD tolerate all of that negativity and spend great energies on finding “excuses” for why people might violate boundaries. They were from dysfunctional homes. They just broke up with boyfiends/girlfiends. They were “misunderstood.” They were _______, today, I do not have the time, energy, or inclination to sort things out for other people. I need to spend my energies sorting out myself!
And, when I shut seriously negative energies out of my life, I may feel sad about it, but there’s also this sense of relief – I don’t HAVE to feel draines, dismissed, devalued, or compelled to tolerate bad behaviors, anymore.
A good while back, I posted about how uncomfortable I felt about these changes in my perceptions and approaches to other people. Today, this is how I choose to construct my boundaries – impenetrable. And, as weird as it may sound, I am beginning tosettle into a comfortable space with setting strict boundaries.
Pardon the typos as it’s a night of apparent insomnia and I’m using a hand-held device. LOL!
Thanks, Dupey!
Spoon,
I think what you added to my comments rounds everything out perfectly. I really liked it.
G1S wrote”“People who genuinely care about us do not hurt us.” They have it under control. They respect boundaries. They ask for permission. They think before they act.” I’d add they have empathy, admit their mistakes, seek forgiveness and try to right it if possible. They keep their word. And it’s nice if they can make us laugh at times. And don’t take themselves too seriously.
Thanks for adding that!
http://abcnews.go.com/International/highway-tears-unsolved-murders-indigenous-women-canada/story?id=16726944
This is what I can relate to. Nobody listens, the cops don’t care.
What is described in this article is exactly what happened to us: they met a spath. The circumstances were slightly different because of who the victims were. But it’s just the luck of the draw. We should never say that it couldn’t happen to us. Remember “The Hangman”.
I had the “luck” of hitchhiking when I was 15 and being picked up by the green river murderer, Gary Ridgeway. Although he is considered to be one of the most prolific serial murderers in history, he was nice to me. Why? because he ONLY killed prostitutes. He propositioned me, “How much?”
I bitched him out. “See this thumb? It means I need a ride, that’s ALL it means.”
He apologized, “I’m sorry, I’m just a horny toad.”
I never forgot his face because he was the ONLY person who ever offered me money for sex in the two years that I hitchhiked almost daily. Then one day, almost a decade later, I’m sitting with my spath and we see a documentary on GR, after he had been imprisoned. They showed a picture of him as a young man and I recognized him. “oh, he gave me a ride once!” I said to spath.
Little did I know that I was sitting with a more horrific murderer, who is still out there and won’t ever be caught.
I just want people who read on LF to remember that the women on the peripherals of society are people too. They didn’t deserve what happened to them. It could happen to anybody. People need to know that spaths are among us, everywhere. Ridgeway had a wife and a job. My spath had me, friends, a life and now a helicopter. The serial killers blend. They aren’t living in a hole in the ground like Ted Kazinski. You can’t tell what/who they are.
These women weren’t killed because they were prostitutes or because they were indiginous. If neither of those classes existed, the spaths would choose another class to focus on. These women were sacrificial victims, scapegoats. Just as we were.
These women were professional victims. All societies have them. We just can’t always tell because it’s hidden.
The aztecs actually had a class of professional victims who were raised by 4 “protectors” to eventually be sacrificed on the pyramids. Each society needs it’s professional victims. We need to stop allowing it.
Skylar, When you wrote above, “it’s just the luck of the draw”, I was reminded of the short story, by Shirley Jackson, “The Lottery.” As always, I concur with your ideas about culteral scapegoating. In ancient Greece they used orphan children and called them the pharmacon. The root word of pharmacon is the same root in our pharmacy…meaning cure. These children were sacrificed as the symbolic cause of the evil in the culture, but ironically, they were also the cure.
“The Lottery is set in modern american culture, but it’s theme is the same.
Hope you enjoy reading it. It is only about 9 pages, and it created quite the stir. It is now a classic.
http://teachers.sduhsd.net/jconn/The%20Lottery.pdf
Forgot to post the link. ;0
Skylar…..I have “said” this before with regard to your brush with Ridgeway, and I cannot imagine how that must have felt to see the news. Then, the later horrors of knowing about the spath and HIS “alleged” murders!!! OMIGAWD, you are one lucky, lucky gal, Skylar. And, I’m grateful that luck has smiled on you so that I can learn from your experiences.
Brightest blessings