Editor’s note: This article was submitted by Steve Becker, LCSW, CH.T, who has a private psychotherapy, hypnotherapy, and clinical consulting practice in New Jersey, USA. For more information, visit his website, powercommunicating.com.
In my work with clients involved with exploitative personalities, it’s not unusual to learn, together, that detectable, early warning signals went unrecognized, minimized, or both.
This isn’t to blame the subsequent victims of abusive partners; there are many instances where such clues were lacking (and even when not, blame is inappropriate). But it’s to appreciate, undefensively, that the honeymoon phase of a relationship is almost, by definition, one that invites a level of denial. The denial helps protect our fantasy that we’ve finally met our perfect love partner. It’s in the honeymoon phase, especially, that our need to idealize a prospective partner is at its strongest, correspondingly leaving our objectivity—and sobriety—at its weakest. This makes for a worrisome combination, specifically encouraging the ignoring of ominous signals that, even if subtle, are no less invaluable and critical.
In retrospect, my clients are often surprised to admit that the exploiter in whom they chose to invest really did “tip his hand” more than they wanted, later, to admit. Not all, but many sociopaths aren’t clever enough to fully disguise, even in the early stages of a relationship, their core self-centeredness and insensitivity, if our radar is sufficiently non-compromised.
The key, of course, is first to recognize these signs. But interestingly this isn’t the hardest challenge. The hardest challenge is then to heed them.
I find that many of my clients were in fact cognizant of odd, disconcerting behaviors/attitudes that their exploitative partners were reckless enough to reveal (or incapable of concealing). They may have even felt troubled by them. But in their intense need to want the relationship, and the partner, to be the elusive fit they so hungrily sought, they found ways to suppress their uneasiness: to ignore and/or minimize the significance of these signals; and rationalize the alarms their instincts triggered.
In other words, it’s not so much that their antennae are necessarily impaired (because often they aren’t); rather, it’s their weak response to what their antennae properly register that is the problem. It’s like a smoke detector that goes off in a distant room in the house. You hear it, or think you do, but you’re so slumberously inebriated that you convince yourself you’re not hearing what’s inconvenient to hear—maybe it’s not really the smoke detector—and so rationalize, at great personal risk, your inaction. The inconvenient, much less pleasant reaction (and action) would be to confront—and not ignore—the dimly perceived, but potentially lifesaving, signal. Among other lessons, this suggests just how inconvenient and unpleasant it sometimes is to have to take the steps necessary to protect ourselves.
When I work with clients who find themselves in, or recovering from, victimizing relationships, this theme takes on great meaning and becomes a source of self-empowerment. My clients are determined to become more confident, not only in their radar for uncovering the first dubious chinks in their partners; they are even more determined to learn how to heed these earliest warnings in present, and future relationships.
Whether the warning is more jarring, like a flash of previously unseen rage or coldness, or more subtle, like a disarming expression of entitlement, they’ll want to notice it (the first, and easier task); and then, confronting their powers of rationalization, they’ll want to examine it seriously and soberly for precisely the implications they’re so fearful of seeing.
Dancing Warrior,
Ah, yes, that proverbial “rock and a hard place,” or “between the devil and the deep blue sea.” Sometimes Americans tend to forget there are WORSE things and WORSE places than what we see or experience here.
When I was young, I traveled a great deal, south & central America, middle East and Africa, and I saw some things that still haunt me…people without choices of any kind. Which kid to sell to feed the rest of them? Many times in our world we forget there are other worlds out there. Doesn’t mean our pain isn’t real, but just that there are times tough choices must be made…choices when there IS NO “right” answer, just the lesser of two evils.
Not so long ago in our country some women had no choices to leave or stay, there was no place to go. No legal rights that could be enforced, even if they were “on the books of law.”
I’m glad that you are doing better now, and sorry for the situations that put you inside a place where you had to choose either “the devil” or the “deep blue sea.” God bless your recovery and lead you to peace and safety! (((hugs))))
OxDrover,
“rock and a hard place” yes
Now that I face a future alone after a 21yr marriage, I see how I learned and convinced myself that I am helpless, so the future alone seems unbearable.
I left parents to marry him in the US (from E.European country). I idolized him–he knew everything, was older, wiser, and he adored me. I was in heaven I thought. I had never lived on my own, and I knew NOTHING in a new country, so I’d look up to him for advice about EVERYTHING. I can’t blame him bec. back then I was totally dependent on him. He loved it that way. I was like his little pet.
Now I still have that old mindset that I am helpless. Like the baby elephants that were tied to a post, when they grown big and can simply pull the post out of the ground, they still stay there, thinking the post is stronger. That’s how I am–I am not the same as 21 yrs ago–I have made some friends, I have a job, my child is grown, and I can survive. Deep down the bogeyman tells me without him, I am NOTHING. Wow. That’s so scary! It’s an unconscious belief.
That’s my Achilles’ heel that he can poke when he manipulates my fears, and I rattle easily.
Thanks for OxDrover, ((hugs)) back.
Dear Dancing Warrior, Acouple of nights ago I read an article in the archives, called coersive persuasion and mind-control…or something to that effect. It was written by Dr. Leedom, and it opened up a lot of questions, in my mind, but also got me thinking about why I felt so helpless, and lacked a sense of self-sufficiency…Still do, but I never had an opportunity to learn those things…and perhaps there’s a window when we are wired to learn them…like feral children, who don’t learn language at the appropriate time, never do.
I don’t think we are quite that hopeless, I think we can still learn, but it probably requires more effort, and a whole lot of courage. I think you sound like you are doing very well, even if you had a number of obstcles in your way.
Dancing warrior,
Back when I would train calves to be oxen, just like the elephants are trained, when they are adults and could knock you over with their tails, they are so gentle and know in their hearts that YOU are stronger. Of course you are not, but ONCE THEY LEARN TO REBEL and accomplish it, they will never give in again. They learn from their experience.
We too, once we know that the Ps are NOT “all powerful” must learn from our experience, and we can, but I think we have to keep on reinforcing it to keep from going backwards and feeling like we are “powerless”—learned helplessness.
WE ARE NOT HELPLESS any more! There may have been a time when you were helpless, but NOT NOW! I’m glad you are free! I’m glad you are now a warrior~! (((hugs))))
Oxy, and dancing, that artical made me reflect on some of the core issues they say affects people with BPD, like lack of identity in so many areas, (I know, here I go again) but really, how does somenone form a core identity if they never really grow up? Dancing, this probably doesn’t have anything to do with you…it’s just some of the things that I am becoming aware of in myself.
I didn’t have abusive parents, and I’m not particularly angry at them, in fact I miss them so much, but, they seemed to waiver between benign neglect and ultra control. I was babied WAY TOO LONG…I wasn’t trusted to do anything right, my mom knew best…She told me how to do everything, protected me, did for me, made decisions for me….and while I know it wasn’t malicious, I’m sure it handicapped me.
Of course, then when seeking a way out from under that control, I picked a man who seemed very strong knowledgable, independant, organized, in other words, a control freak, and just continued surrendering myself over, because I never ddeveloped any independance or confidence or self-reliance…As time went on, it got worse and worse.
How does a person form an identity, when they aren’t even allowed to decide what brand of dish detergent they like, or how to arrange their cup-bourds…I’m not kidding. My x was career military and took for granted that he could do everything far better than I could….This was the husband I left 15 years ago…was he a P? I don’t know. I know he had OCD and was a died in the wool co-dependant…and I think he was pretty high on the N scale, but, that’s not really the point. I was looking for someone to rescue me, complete me, fix me, help me grow into myself, but, by virtue of my fears, and handicapps, I choose wrong.
I just finished watching a movie called Ike. Its about how Eisenhower made the decisions to execute DDAY.
I’ve watched it a few times an its good not outstanding from a film perspective, but relative to the conversations we engage in here, the lessons in decision making ring loud.
I have been looking at these next weeks as the battle for my Independence. I’ve reread the Declaration. I’ve been digging into military history and it comes to making and executing decisions and battle plans.
Yes, things will not go perfectly. Yes, there could be causualties of relationships or understanding about how I will be proceeding because it will be different.
But the point is, I’m fighting for something. The rest of MY life.
like the General I have allies and political situations to navigate and all the responsibility for success rests on my shoulders. So I have to think strategically and act efficiently.
I have to begin with the end in mind and know if what I have no control over requires harder fighting in some aspect of the battle, then it is up to me to make the decision to mobilize resources and command action.
In the heat of it, once the lawyers are released, I become a spectator because in the court, its up to them.
In the end, I am the Supremem Commander of my life and if I decide to liberate from the toxic emotional swamp, then by God, I’m outta there.
And so General Ox, General Dances and others, I salute you as the allies with whom I fight this battle which rages daily while I try to reconcile the new landscape into which I emerge: The real world.
Knowing you guys are in it too give me the satisfaction of observing, It ain’t such a bad place after all.
Salute!
Then I went to the other extreme, and found the spath. I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE RESPONSIBLE ONE. He wouldn’t work, wouldn’t pay a bill, let me do a job I hated,graveyards and over-time, while he played. #@&^. If I bitched, he left, for a day or two, or a week…I hate him.
Dear Silvermoon,
As the LoveFraud unofficial “QUEEN of analogies” and the fliinger of the metaphor, I salute you!!!! Good way of looking at it, and you are soooo right, we are FIGHTING FOR OUR LIVES.
You can take this warfare thing to the limit. I also think about the DOUBLE AGENTS that we think are our friends and allies, and they are carrying information to the enemy and planting “bombs” to blow up our territory, hurt our allies, etc.
GREAT Way of looking at it.
Too many times I have been distracted like Washington at Brandywine when the British went upriver and crossed at a ford Washingtonn thought was too far away for them to use (he had all the rest guarded) and the British sneaked up behind him and soundly whipped the Americians who fled in panic.
Washington won the WAR though, and though he lost a battle here or there, he made some hard and unpopular decisions that won him the war. The Americans were also SNEAKY, fighting from behind trees in ambush (the British thought this was a cowardly way to fight!) LOL
I realize that I’ve lost a lot of battles, but Aa long as I can still stand to fight, I can still win the war! But keeping our heads is important and not letting them fluster us is a big part of winning!
Thank you for that enlightening post!!!!
Dear General Silvermoon. Thank you so much! I could not sleep, and your post is just what I needed right now. (Looked up Con artist, and by God I escaped one!)
General Dragonfly (Libelle means Dragonfly in German) is saluting you!!!
Here’s one for General Washington and all his gallant men
Here’s one for the pretty girl I’ll never see again
Here’s one for the darlin boy I had to leave behind
Here’s one for the Blacksmith of Brandywine.
Self doubt is the insidious double agent.
Hiding in the corners of your mind. Hiding in the recesses and manifesting in the quiet lonely hour. Over a cup of tea.
There is no way to know what is true. You may only decide and proceed. The only truth is what you decide.
There is only one way. BE STRONG.
Know that there is no such thing as a sorting of lies into the piles of which ones ar ok and which ones are not.
None of them are ok.
And when Comission ond Omission mingle, the intent to deceive is the only clear thing.
Dragonfly is a symbol of transformation. A beautiful thing.