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.
god im so angry . ive had visions of doing this and doing that to him .. luckily he is in another state. the nerve of this man, he came to live with me (i met him in yahoo chat) in 2001.. my marriage was miserable, yes i was vulnerable. He looked like shit.. shaved head and huge moustache. He could hardly write english (just migrating from East Germany). I taught how to WRITE, SPEAK, DRESS, BE SOCIAL !! and every time his daughter came down to visit…she went out of her way to make trouble, of course he took her side each time. They showered together until the daughter was 14, and until I put a stop to it .. he didnt think there was anything wrong with that, its the done thing where he came from ??????? I COULD fill a book here but will be brief.
We had a lovely home, a lovely life, very comfortable, my ex husband had a 3 year affair and I was devastated. It took a lot of courage to leave (being from Greek background). I cant even recall the number of arguements we had. He blamed my Loveless marriage, everything and anything BUT NOT HIM. I tried everything …… counselling, hypnotherapy, tarot, anti depressants, and he took NO responsibility whatsoever. He was always generous with his money.. that certainly wasnt a problem. I studied my int. design degree while he lived with me, moved out, my sister moved in and out, his daughter visited monthly . I ran the house , studied, and put up with all this. How strong do you think I am ? and I have my 2 beautiful kids that listened and watched all that was going on . and now they are 17 and 14, and doing wanders at school . I AM BLESSED. I hate him, I hate him for taking my JOY, my TIME, and the time away from my CHILDREN. I want him to rot in hell. Yes, Im angry, yes I am sad, yes I have cried enough to fill my swimming pool, seems every time i howled he had an orgasm.. oh god, I dont want to think about the things I have done TO SAVE OUR RELATIONSHIP . there was NO relationship, he was a snake… fark .. i cant help but think that my girlfriends loved him .. the charmer.. and yes when he looked at me in my eyes in bed, I was GONE. lost. ECSTATIC. he made sure he pleased me, he made me breakfasts, we laughed like kids, we did it all.. it was ALL COPIED FROM THE TV he watched. How will I ever trust AGAIN ? l have problems knowing what is real and what is not real ? I HAVE MAJOR TRUST ISSUES. I dont know if I can be intimate again . all these things I have to speak to my psychologist. WHY why why why why ……… do i have to fix me and HE IS OK ??? i want him to hurt, i want him to hurt like i have and I know he won’t and can’t … I dont understand .. ALL I KNOW IS TO GET AS FAR AWAY FROM HIM AS I CAN AND THE 10 years I spent with him was wasted…..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
he saw me last week, he visited every month.
he left on tues night and went to THE OTHER WOMAN on friday night and off they went to Cairns on Holidays ?!!
when he visited me in Melbourne, he cried at the airport, we couldnt let go of each other… 2 days later he is in her arms ?
he KNEW they had booked a holiday when he was with me, yet he “played” the lover, spent time with my kids and family, helped me bake, cook, watched DVDs.. like a happy family man, then he takes off with his slut…
i cant get over HOW HE DID IT ?????????
sicko
sicko
psyco
i hate his guts
i feel relief
no matter all the pain
i knew i was right
my intuition was spot on
i cant believe these monsters exist
i seriously want them eradicated off our planet
I FEEL RELIEF
I FOUND OUT
THANK YOU
THANK YOU
THANK YOU
i wish everyone the very best in here
and I am so thankful that this website exists
it has kept me sane ..
hugs to alllllllllllllllllllllll
and dont give those S the satisfaction
dont let them
CON US
walk away
otherwise they will have destroyed us completely
THEY DONT CARE
THEY DONT FEEL
rriinnaa,
Rant away, my dear! All those emotions will come and go and go and come for a while, and that is to be expected and normal.
It sounds like you have got a good therapy lined up, and that will be a big help to you in working through all this mess.
Keep reading here and learning, and before you know it, one day you will wake up and realize you are happy again! The anger and pain steals our joy, but you can have it back, and even better than before–and you will have learned a great lesson for the future…you will never let anyone abuse you again. ((((hugs))))) to you my dear! NO CONTACT!
rriinnaa,
Ah yes.. the ranting stage. I love it! Remember we talked about this before… I did all my ranting in my car out loud or in my head night after night after night. This noise didn’t stop for me until I found LoveFraud. Seriously. I think I have something I wrote somewhere on my computer called “vent” and it was of this nature.
Get mad as Hell! Being outraged is great. It means you are shaking of the sap that was feeling sorry for him and you are acknowledging the truth about what happened. This is good. Coming out of denial is good.
Ranting was (and still is) a very helpful tool in getting to the heart of your pain and anger. I’ve used my friends, blogs, myspace, whatever I can get my hands on to rant, rant, rant. Maybe in the process, someone else will read something I’ve written and get their own “aha!” moment and be able to start their own separation and recovery process.
We need to do something with these feelings and ranting is about the safest thing we can do.
The people who read my rants will have noticed a change from the beginning of my ranting to now; the fact that I am more at peace with myself and have stopped blaming myself so much–the fact that I am able to thank the sociopath for leading me along this path so that I can do this amazing work for myself–the fact that I am becoming the woman I was always meant to be.
Rant on!
Ditto that Warrior.
I feel like my Sociopath changed me from girl to woman though I don’t give him credit. I give me the credit for finally putting a stop to the whole nightmare.
When I am a “girl” I am letting this happen to me. When I am a “woman” I have the strength to say “ENOUGH” and stand up for myself.
So true, Alohatraveler. Having the strength to stand up for myself never was the growing up curriculum in my house. It’s taken a long time and a lot of pain to reach this point, but there’s no going back.
I still have setbacks when I miss him and want to romanticize everything and back off from seeing the truth. Thankfully, that is happening less and less.
I still have people close to me who refuse to label my S as such; they see him as having problems growing up in a hardscrabble life, that I should understand that his culture allows certain things, that I asked for it so I should have gotten burned. What they don’t know about are the promises of marriage, the requests to wait for him, the constant attempts to get me to “invest” in something, whether it was his truck, his home(s), his building investments, new home investments, the list goes on and on.
So in the interest of my sanity, I am no longer trying to convince them of something they won’t see. My truths will eventually bear out and that’s what is most important right now.
Warrior,
BINGO… part of healing is accepting that you know what you know whether others see it or not. My experience is that it is very normal to want/need validation. You can get that all you want here. We get it.
Trying to get people to understand the manipulation is nearly impossible unless you run across the occassional person that will immediately say, “I knew someone like that.” There are two groups… people who know and people who don’t know.
I have absolutely no romantic thoughts of Bad Man anymore. The only thing I miss is me. Sometimes I miss the girl that had romantic thoughts of love and dreams. I dont dream about love or being in love anymore and I don’t have any fantasy thoughts of living happily ever after anymore. I was a sweet and loving person. It would have been nice to have a sweet love.. the love I intended to give to a man I dreamed of that would want that and return it back to me. I don’t really think about these things anymore. But when I look at pictures of myself when I was younger… or those mental snapshots… I miss her and I feel bad for her. Her dreams were crushed and she had the best intentions. :o(
I’m rereading Viktor Frankl’s “Man’s Search for Meaning” and he is talking about two things in the part I am at now. The first is that during the life in the Nazi concentration camps, the people survived on the fantasy of going home to home as it had been before—with their family there, etc. but when they were finally liberated, some of them became angry oppressors themselves, and “they justified their behavior by their own terrible experiences.”
Others became bitter. He says “Bitterness was caused by a number of things he came up against in his former home town.
He was met with only a shrug of the shoulders and with hackneyed phrases…”we did not know” or “we suffered too” He asked himself, “have they nothing better to say to me.?”
Others were disillusioned…”where it was not one’s fellow men (whose superficiality and lack of feeling was so disgusting that one finally felt like creeping into a hole and neither hearing nor seeing human beings any more) but fate itself which seemed so cruel. A man who thought he had reached the absolute limit of possible suffering now found that suffering had no limits….”
Sometimes I think that the suffering after getting away from the P is as bad or worse than the suffering WITH them, at least until we can start to heal. Others not validating our pain and it’s intensity adds fuel to the fire of our pain.
Learning to validate ourselves is sometimes difficult, but I think pivotal to our healing.