This past year, I began speaking publicly on domestic violence and psychopathy. As many of you know, I feel that I have a bit of a responsibility to educate others on the matter. As a result, from time to time, people contact me or put their friends in touch with me if they suspect I can somehow help them make sense of their experiences. Some are in the beginning phases of understanding abusive personalities and/or psychopathy, while others have no idea what has rocked their worlds.
Last week, someone who was struggling to find answers asked me a series of questions. Not only were they excellent, but they were ones that we have all probably asked.
“How did such an intelligent, strong woman get into this situation? Am I flawed?”
I know. This is the million dollar question. “Getting into this situation” has little to do with intelligence, strength, or flaws. In fact, sometimes, being aware, curious, and strong may make us more vulnerable. Why? Often, “thinking people” ask a lot of questions. Strong individuals tend to take little lying down and resist “group think.” When we introduce a combination of the two, we find people who are willing to work hard at relationships, take stands, and advocate for what is right.
On one hand, these attributes are not popular with abusive individuals. On the other, they are irresistible. Psychopaths do not like to be questioned or have their power and control threatened, but most cannot resist the challenge we present either, especially if we are useful in other ways, as well. Therefore, they target us. This does not mean that strong, intelligent women who find themselves in these relationships are “flawed” in any way. Simply, we unknowingly provide a very rich “supply” for their manipulative needs. They hit the jackpot when they find those of us who are willing to engage in their madness. However, we don’t understand that it is actually madness we are engaging in. Their mixed messages keep us confused and involved.
In the case of the individual asking this question, her only real “problem” was the fact that she was a decent, warm, caring, and trusting person, who had something her psychopath wanted to exploit.
“How do these sociopaths twist our heads around? I have to keep looking internally to see what flaw it is in me that keeps letting the same behavior into my life. Any words of wisdom?”
As a matter of fact, yes. We must stop looking inward for our “flaws.” This person mentioned her “flaws” on several occasions. Naturally, we all have them. When it comes to recovery, looking inward is critical. We must examine and come to know ourselves before we can truly change and heal. We must recognize the traits we possess (even if independently they are positive) that made us susceptible to this special form of evil and then work to keep the unhealthy at a distance.
However, that is where we should stop the introspection, or at least the loathing and self blame for what happened in the past. We did not do this. We were dealing with dysfunction and disorder.
Not everyone will understand this. Not everyone will understand the addictive, unhealthy bonds they created that kept us trapped for as long as they did. We should try to surround ourselves with those who do. Going forward, we should listen to our instincts, trust that they are correct, and pay attention to the red flags we encounter.
“I just don’t understand the mentality (in reference to the psychopath’s revenge.) I can’t wrap my head around it. It’s like he had a breakdown of some kind. He just snapped or something. He lost EVERYTHING…and for what? What’s he doing?”
It is a tough pill to swallow, but he did not just “snap.” Conversely, he finally allowed himself to clearly show through. The cracking mask. As masters of disguise, they become what they think we are looking for. But who they appeared to be initially is as unreal as the thirsty man’s mirage in the middle of the desert. “He” did not actually ever exist. The mean, vengeful shell of a person is the only thing that ever really was.
As far as what they are willing to lose in pursuit of revenge, it’s fairly unbelievable. This is another aspect that becomes almost impossible for those with little experience to digest. If psychopaths’ main objectives include taking and destroying what they envy in another, their success at this means more to them than how they fare in the process.
They are often willing to lose or risk losing everything in order to harm their target(s). For them, the true payoffs lie in demolition. Additionally, they don’t view their “devastation” as their fault anyway. We “did it” to them. They do not feel that their demise reflects on them in the least.
As far as “what he is doing,” whether it be in regards to the revenge she is questioning or otherwise, we must eventually come to the place where we legitimately do not care. With the exception being as it relates to our safety, how they live or what they do must not matter under any circumstances.
This all takes time to absorb and that is ok. However, grasping and then accepting the reality of the situation is the key to recovery, even if it is incredibly difficult to wrap one’s head around.
I wish my X had been fat, bald, butt fugly and older than me. I thought he was hot, so did everybody else I guess..oh well
Hens:
HA!…I also wish that same thing all the time.
G1S: Hello.
Hope you are well and doing fine.
Happy to see you posting.
Dupey
Hens, some of them are butt fuggly and still are so charming that they can lure you in. My late husband was NOT a “handsome” man even when he was young, but he was THE most charming man and every woman from 6 to 90 was “in love” with him. He wasn’t a psychopath, just a genuinely nice guy. Guys liked him too. I think missing that funny, smart, interesting, loving guy after he died was what made me vulnerable to the psychopathic BF afterward. I wanted that closeness and that fun…but alas, it was not to be. But I do have some wonderful memories to call upon with my late husband, with the psychopaths, you don’t even have those.
(((Ox)))
Cling to those memories like I do –
I remember a time so true and loving…
I am fortunate to have tasted that in my lifetime
because most people do not.
Dupey
Louise,
They are aging at the same rate we are, my X is pushing 50. Last time I saw him from a distance he didnt appear so hot. His reputation follows him. He should move back to Oxy’s neck of the woods, he has that hillbilly appeal..
Oxy, Dupey is right, not all of us have those nice memories of a loved one.
hens:
Yes, they are aging just like we are. I think I am looking old lately. I hate that as the spath is so boyish looking. He will most likely always look younger than his years despite all the drinking.
No kidding…it seems so unfair that we don’t have the warm, fuzzy memories. But I am glad Oxy does…it’s good that someone does.
DLD1965:
Regarding the spaths looks, I can relate. I also fell for a guy who I wasn’t attracted to at all. He was small, younger than me (I’ve NEVER liked younger men), smelly, filthy etc etc. I’ve been thinking alot about WHY I was and have been several times drawn to men I don’t find attractive. My conclusion is that I couldn’t see my own beauty. Those men portrayed how I felt inside. I felt fat, short and ugly. It’s not nice to say it, but it’s true. Also I’ve never had the guts to hit on the ones I’ve really liked. My subconscious thought have always been: a handsome man is too good for me, he’d never have me anyway. In an absurd way, the psychopath’s appearance has in one way or another reflected my inferiority complex. I thought I was as ugly as the person I saw. In that way he was my mirror just as he mirrored me. I never thought I was loving and caring because I’ve been taught otherwise as a child. He saw me for what I was (the things I couldn’t see my self, such as an attractive woman), I never saw him for what he was- a spath- I thought he was just like me because of his mirroring. I was blinded in every areas of my interior life. Now that I’m working hard with my issues, I’m learning to love my self in a different manner and I now can look in the mirror and truly feel beautiful. I don’t just think it, but I feel it. I’m beginning to really see how I perceive my own looks, and honestly it’s much better than I thought before!
The good thing about it, is that I now can honestly say, I deserve a good man as well as a handsome man. If I ever go back to dating it will be with a man I’ve chosen my self, not because I’m drawn in by patterns,guilt, validation,charms or whatever. It will because I freely choose it my self. When I was with my ex I felt trapped to be with him and I couldn’t figure out why. I felt so emotionally trapped, not just by him, but from within as well. My childhood patterns had taken over my life.
Please don’t take this as a judgement to a persons appearance. That is not what I’m aiming for. Usually people get more or less attractive when we get to know them. To me a spath is ugly on the inside and therefore his appearance is just as ugly on the outside.
Sunflower, for me, there will be no “aiming” for ANYthing. I am too damaged from my experiences and I need every ounce of energy to save for myself and my recovery.
I know I posted this, before, but I had a daydream over the summertime after a number of people questioned my dating, again. In the daydream, I was sitting across my dining room table from a nameless, faceless man and having coffee. The daydream has somewhat faded, but this man tells me, in conversation, that he’s been waiting for me all of his life, and blah, blah, blah. I placed my coffee mug onto the table and told this nameless and faceless man that he could put down his mug, also, and get the hell out of MY house.
Now, to put this daydrean into context, I had allowed this to unfold without a script, in my mind. Would it be nice to have a partner? Sure, it would. Do I trust myself enough to choose a suitable partner? Well, not right now. Do I NEED a partner to feel valid or complete? Uh…..no. So, the end result in this daydream was not that I left myself with a feeling of longing or anything else. It was frigging COMICAL enough to cause me to laugh out loud, by myself!
Any man who will be able to understand my expectations isn’t going to be someone that I have to wonder about. This goes for friends, as well. The first hint of enabling, agendas, or bullshitspeak and all people are out the door of my emotional fortress. Nope, nope, and, HELL no. I deserve ME and to love myself before I let anyone else in.
Brightest blessings
Then we are on the same page. I will validate,complete my self and not sucked into anything else. Therefore I choose if and who I want to be with, instead of need to be with, have to be with, afraid of, whatever reason.
What I was aiming for in my post was our own reflexion in our own mirroring.
Somewhere down underneath my most sacret thoughts I had a dream about a prince charming, but I never understood it needed to be my self. I’m not saying this goes for everyone, but it did for me. WHEN the work is done, then comes freedom of our own will. I’m not going to date now, I’m saying someday, in the future, when I’m ready, I will, but on my own terms. I’m not sure if I’m making my self understood here.