“How did he really feel?” and “What did he want from me?” are two questions that often haunt victims of sociopaths. The reason we are haunted by these questions varies but often stems from the habit of over-focusing on the sociopath instead of ourselves. That being said, victims also have a healthy ”˜need to know’ that can help with recovery and healing.
I struggled with these questions in my own healing. I remain baffled by my observations of enjoyment of affection on the part of sociopaths. Early on, I told my own therapist that I had come to the conclusion that sociopaths exploit those close to them to the point of death, then, cry at the funeral. At the moment the tears are shed, I believe they do represent a grief of sorts. The feelings of loss experienced by sociopaths are however, short lived. Victims also have to beware because, although sociopaths are said to be incapable of feelings for those in their lives, they do become obsessed with them. Psychologists have not yet explained this obsession. If they don’t attach, why are they obsessed? Those who have read my other entries know that I believe that sociopaths do attach. It is what they do with attachments that is disordered.
How did he really feel?
In response to the picture of a sociopath crying at his victim’s funeral, my therapist said, “He feels what he tells himself he feels.” To help you understand what my therapist meant, I will explain what is known about how people usually experience feelings.
There are two components to feelings. The first is a physical sensation. When we experience a feeling we feel something in our bodies in relationship to that feeling. Think about loving someone close to you and sense how your body feels. Is it warmth in your heart? That is usually what people report.
There is much evidence that these physical sensations are disordered in sociopaths. Sociopaths do not generally experience the physical and hormonal changes that go along with feeling emotion. If they do experience them, it is to a lesser degree. Physical responses are blunted.
The second component of feelings is called attribution. Attribution is a cognitive process. When I feel that warmth in my heart as I see my children, I attribute the sensation to my love for them. Thus the physical sensation alone does not make emotion. Emotion is physical sensations and our interpretations of these sensations. There is also evidence that the parts of the brain responsible for attribution do not function properly in sociopaths.
There is one emotion that many sociopaths experience in a not so disordered way. This emotion is anger. Sociopaths do have blunted physical responses to anger. Despite this blunted responsiveness, they seem aware of angry feelings and make correct attributions about what makes them angry. Again, science has not even addressed, much less explained this observation.
Since the physical sensations and attributions that allow for the experience of emotion are disordered in sociopaths, their inner world is very different. They are left to make sense of themselves and others without the tools most of us use. Other parts of the brain fill in the missing processes. The person who is credited with first describing sociopathy in depth is Hervey Cleckley. He proposed that sociopaths are at least of average if not above average verbal intelligence. This makes sense because they have to use their verbal intelligence to make up for their lack of emotions. They do indeed feel what they tell themselves they feel. Scientists say they mimic other people’s emotions, yet again there is no real proof of this.
What did he want from me?
This question is easy to answer intellectually, but very hard for victims to accept emotionally. There are three pleasures we get from our love relationships. The first is pleasure in affection. The second is sexual pleasure. The third is pleasure associated with dominance and control. Sociopaths experience sex and dominance as enormously more pleasurable than affection. Therefore, they are in relationships to get sex and power, pure and simple.
If you love deeply and feel affection for others, you cannot fathom the inner world of an emotionally disordered person whose primary pleasures are sex and power. To understand another’s world you have to imagine yourself experiencing what the other experiences. You can’t do this with a sociopath.
Louise Gallagher said in her post The six steps of healing from a psychopath that the first step is acceptance. We have to accept that we can only know in part how sociopaths really feel and what they want from us. We can understand intellectually, but never emotionally.
Louise sugar, each of us does things in our own time….there is no set date that you have to “be over” it. It ain’t over til the fat lady sings and so quit’yer worryin’ over making everyone crazy…that is Hens’ job and he’s good at it…especially me! He still ain’t paid no more duck support for our children! But at least I’m eating the grand-eggs! LOL When I bugged him about it in the past, he sent me two $3 bills! LOL 🙂
Oxy:
Thank you! I love you, too! $3 dollar bills…what a hoot!!!!
Yea, Louise, the feed store laughed at me when I tried to pay for the duck food with the $3 with Obama’s picture in the middle. LOL (that’s a joke I really didn’t try to do that!)
I’m going to murder some of our male children though and fix me some duck gumbo!
Agree with you Louise…I feel like my long posts are driving people nuts too…hope people are getting something from them that is helpful.
I also had basically no relationship with Godzilla only teasing and manipulating me into thinking he “cared?” I’m mostly disgusted with myself for making excuses for him and not telling him from the get-go that I wasn’t interested in any kind of friendship. Period. Then professional business behavior. My mantra is kicking in: he chose well.
I still feel guilty bringing my stupid little issue here when I see what others have suffered. There is absolutely NO comparison. I do believe, however, we are all sisters in that we were duped and our emotional responses, whether the experience lasted 2 mos or 20 yrs, have hit us very hard. It’s quite painful.
Louise, my daughter is 22 and she is an only child, yes. I am enjoying her being home. We spent the day together yesterday just running here and there. I’m really proud of what she has become…she’s got a great BF too. We were a little nervous for awhile as she lacked motivation and goals for many yrs and dated some what I like to call “wastrels!” She leaves Sunday, has a job up north for the summer, starting May 1. Graduated from college last yr. She’s so much fun.
You’ll be OK, Louise. You’ll be OK. Keep reaching out. I’m not a very social animal, I’ve finally accepted that, but I try to listen and give of myself to others by listening and supporting. It really helps me. I struggled with the concept that it is not truly giving if you get something out of it for yourself. Decided to give up on that no-win kind of thinking. XO and a big hug!
OK, off to work…I am soooooooooo late. Blocked from this site too at work. You guys are lucky. I’m so freakin’ mouthy out here!!
I’m going to go in late…screw them..they announced layoffs would begin next week and no doubt in my mind, since I’m the oldest by far, I’m gone….oh well.
I guess the Walmart greeter thing may become a reality.
Plus anyone in a position of power who thinks godzilla and I were friends, will want me gone.
I just wanted to say that what hurt me the most was that I never heard from him again after he left. Yes, he tried to get ahold of me the week of his departure, since I was home sick. He called me several x, and sounded weird, but I thought that was because I told him the last time I saw him what a butt he was being, ignoring me completely at work and lying to me during our last several convos. I realize his life was crumbling, but I’m quite, quite, quite sure it was far from the first time. I knew he wanted to tell me himself that he was done but couldn’t get it out.
The last time we talked that week, the convo was nowhere (of course) and I said, “Listen, I have to go…my husband is home and I’m uncomfortable with this.” He said, “OK,” (and in the softest, sweetest voice I had ever heard, “Bye-bye.” He knew it was done. I got a few more frenzied calls, one right on top of the other….I didn’t answer either. I just didn’t want to hear whatever he was going to say. He sent an email that said, Call me.” I responded I was sick, feeling crappy and if he had some kind of emergency or something he needed to just let me know what it was. Never heard another word until I sent him that email a few months ago, then blasted him for his inane generic offering of peace, healing and how he was “saddened.” You wonder how they can live with themselves. I was but a grain of sand in his vast sandbox – prob can hardly remember me.
I’m pretty darned sure he just wanted a fully clothed broom closet deal with me when his regular and her backup weren’t available. I’m so disgusted.
Louise & StillReeling, with regard to “long posts” and “getting over it,” I have to say that I have been really, really hard on myself and I’ve only been out for a few months.
My feeling is that spath damage is so complete on every level, that it takes a long, long time to not only process what we’ve uncovered, but to heal from it – REALLY heal.
I often wonder how long it’s going to be before I can see another sunrise or sunset and say, “You know, I have to paint that before I forget it!” Or, whether watching the Spring antics of all the critters will warm my heart, again. I wonder when I’m going to feel unadulterated joy.
What I’ve learned on this site, and in everyday life, is that I will heal. When? There’s not a set timeline for that – even my counselor became stern with me because I was literally expecting too much, too fast. And, WHY do we do that? Well….consider the extraordinary “expectations” that the spaths had and the expectations that we experienced as children. Envision the “inner child” whose mother/father has gotten soused, again, and being told, “HOW could you let her DRINK, again?”
My unreasonable expectations of myself are directly related to the wounded, damaged, abandoned, and abused “inner child.” I keep mentioning this because it was an epiphany for me – “inner child” was NOT that joyous part of me that was to always remain gleeful and childlike. That “inner child” is what is at my very CORE of values and beliefs.
So……..when people say, “You’ve just got to get OVER this and move on,” I have begun responding with, “My healing will require time in the form of years. Unless you have experienced what I have, you really don’t have a frame of reference to understand how complete the damage was, on EVERY level.”
Brightest blessings
StillReeling, I understand how deeply the hurt goes. It DOES hurt to think that they never truly “cared,” on any level.
When the exspath left, he left me with nothing but change in a jar and a boatload of past-due bills, a house in foreclosure, and I was just beginning to emerge from a year-long flare. I had no money to pay for food, bills, pet needs, doctors, counseling, or medications. He walked away and never looked back. The only time that I heard from him was to demand money from me. After that, he filed for a restraining order the very next day.
Of course it’s hurtful! HOW can people just DO this? They do it because they CAN. They do it because they have NO EMPATHY. The do it because they have NO REMORSE. Any feeling, thinking human being would attempt to communicate and express their remorse for having used and abused someone else – that’s what NORMAL people do. Sociopaths are not “normal,” even on their best day. They are lacking a soul – seriously, lacking a soul. And, I don’t give one rat’s ass whether their soul was beaten out of them or whether they just missed out on the assignment of souls when they were still in utero.
The only thing that helps me, these days, is to keep reminding myself that the exspath NEVER cared. As much as that pains me, it’s the Truth – he didn’t care, he can’t care, he won’t care, and he doesn’t care. That’s it, and that’s all. Oh, don’t get me wrong – I hate the Truth with fervor. I surely do. But, it’s Truth nonetheless.
HUGS and blessings
Suddenly, I have all these people trying to contact me from My Space and ‘anonymous’ emailers I do not know or recognize.
I just keep ::blocking:: and ::deleting:: There is NOTHING anyone has to say to me anymore about all this, especially about him.
It’s just finished. HE threw HIMSELF in the garbage so he can just stay there. I have a life to get on with and it doesn’t include some psychopath who can’t keep his shit together without making life misery for other people. He is just like I told him he was: a user, a scammer, a liar, an internet predator and whore and I will NOT have this in my life. Period. IF he does not stop his games, I am going to make him stop. You know, people have said to me: “Have you ever thought about changing your phone number?” Well, that would cost me 35.00 and like I told her, “I” am not the one who needs to make any changes and I refuse to on account of ANYTHING that has ANYTHING to do with “IT”. “IT” can and will make the changes because this stalking bullshit is FINISHED; do you hear me?
So: how is your guys’ morning?
(((hens))) (((louise))) (((Ox))) (((Truthspeak))) (((still reeling)))…….
I just re-read this article. After 23 years without him, I’m still plagued by these questions. I understand the answers intellectually, but sometimes I can’t wrap my heart around them….emotionally.
My x and I still have a distant family kind of relationship, and he had a girlfriend for about 4 years that lived with him. A couple of years after they broke up, I asked him what happened. He explained it to me, and when I said, “well, I’m sorry”, he said, “it’s ok, I didn’t really love her”. I protested, and said, “yes you did, you know you did”. He was adament, looked me directly in the eye and said, “no I didn’t.” Then, “I thought I did.”
I said to myself, “exactly the same why you thought you did with me”.
This is what I’ve come up with: My x was infatuated with me because I offered him supply. He thought it was love and so did I. Over time he got bored with the same old thing, and I didn’t worship him the way I used to. This entitled him to go out and search for grander suppliers, and this he did. He “fell in love with one of them, and I know it was because she made him feel special. She offered him all the narcissistic adulation that I could no longer give him…ie, his mask slipped.
So I think he interpreted his feelings as love, and so did I, but they weren’t love and I don’t think he’s ever really loved anybody.
kim frederick: they say the words: ‘I love you’ but they are only mimicking them from what they have heard before. They don’t know the meaning of the word but equate it with sex and we all know ‘love’ is more than just sex.
I don’t intend to be plagued by these ‘questions’ anymore because I am just out and I think my PTSD has been a ‘gift’ of sorts in that once I make up my mind to something, I usually do stick with it; ie: not feeling the pain anymore of a totally and completely GARBAGE situation.
They don’t know what ‘love’ is. If they did, they wouldn’t leave everyone’s life in such a shambles. The justification for it all is knowing that they will NEVER be truly happy and/or find love because they don’t love anyone but themselves.
Dupey