“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.
witsend, think you are being way, way hard on yourself. Don’t have the logistics down completely, re: who and what were located in which rooms, but overall, you did what most of us would do. Stand over your kids. You had no idea who was in the house or where they were. Please praise yourself for your actions. You were not weak nor should you feel you didn’t do enough or the right thing. I think we are so bombarded these days with Angelina Jolie type female action heroes, we think we have to be immediately proactive in any given situation. And that is just not true and could be dangerous. You did the right thing and basically the only thing you could do. I don’t know if there was a possibility of exiting quietly out the window or door, but not sure if that would have been the right thing either…you were working with an unknown!! So glad things turned out OK.
Louise, should I send more hugs????? I really think I’m getting Alz….
Witty, the “freezing” is one of the normal responses to high stress and sudden danger. So your response is totally normal. Even with the emergency training I have had from the fire department where I was a volunteer for 13 years, I was still in shock at the airplane crash…I still functioned some, but was in full shock mode as well.
I’ve been in other situations where I just stood still like a deer in the head lights. (normal)
So don’t beat yourself up, but unless you live inside a bank vault none of us is “safe” as there are dangers in this world.
Still Reeling
Sorry for your experience. My spath too spoke, and texted in cryptic ways. I was so so shocked by his terse nature when we first met, I thought he might have a disability – but then he was so brilliant – I couldn’t figure it out.
Now I understand why he was so cryptic. He didn’t want to be found out. He figured the less he revealed, the harder it was for the normal people to find out the TRUTH about him. So he spoke only briefly, and made it intentionally confusing.
Dick.
Athena
Athena,
that’s one way they hide their true nature – by being the strong silent type.
I think I figured out another reason they love bomb.
While they’re love bombing, they are also testing boundaries, to see what kind of crap you’ll overlook. So they say bizarre things like, “I paid a hooker” or “I am a hooker” or they just lie about dumb, obvious stuff. They do this at the same time that they love bomb you. That’s like the anesthesia they inject so you won’t notice how sick they really are. You end up with cog/diss. It’s part of their predation.
Spaths are ALL about causing cog/diss. They want us to be as fruity as they are. By the time you realize that you accepted the evil they presented you with because they seemed sooooo nice and lovable, you are already slimed inside and out.
still reeling:
Hello!
To your question asking, “Was he ever affectionate?” YES!!! That’s what has driven me absolutely crazy!!! That man was the best kisser EVER. And he loved to hug! He also told me he really liked kissing a lot. On our first date, he held my hand almost the whole time at the table at dinner. He would cuddle after sex and all night. SIGH. BUT…sexually, he lasted about all of five seconds…literally. So I thought he obviously didn’t care about my satisfaction or he had a premature ejaculation problem. I don’t know. Once again, nothing added up. His touch, his kisses, the hugs, the cuddling…it was all soooo wonderful, but sexually, he never did anything to turn me on. Maybe he thought he didn’t have to…I don’t know. And mostly everything was always from behind like he didn’t want the intimacy of being face to face. So much cog/diss in my mind, but like someone said in another post (I think Witsend?)…there is no figuring them out so why try? There will never be any real answers I am convinced of that. How can someone be so affectionate and be faking? I don’t get that, I really don’t and I’m not sure I ever will. And how can someone be sooooo affectionate and then not care if you are satisfied in bed? Does anyone have any insight into this??
I am glad you got a laugh out of the machine remark! Haha!! I even said that to him the first time we were intimate…”You are a machine!” He didn’t respond.
Hugs to you, too! 🙂
Louise, it just makes my skin crawl to consider what might go on inside their heads during sex. They can fake it so well because they MIRROR their victims. Whether it’s intentional or just a sociopathic aptitude, they watch, listen, and absorb the reactions of others and then regurgitate what they observe without any TRUE human connection as to why they’re doing it.
Today the very idea of sex makes me literally nauseous, now. Knowing what the exspath was fantasizing about while we were having sex is so disturbing and sickening that I”m concerned that I’ll have issues about sex for the rest of my life.
Machine…..LMAO!!!! Even a machine has better lasting ability than the exspath. Johnny Jackrabbit, he is! LOLOL
Truthspeak:
So I guess he was only mirroring my sweetness. It’s the only thing that can be true at this point.
I get not wanting to have sex anymore. I want to, but it’s been over two years as I just will not let it happen. Plus, for me being a Christian, it is a perfect time to promise God that I will never have sex again outside of marriage. I apologize to you if that is not your beliefs…I don’t want to step on anyone’s toes and get into religion here. That’s just how I feel and actually, it feels great having to not worry about it! And if I do date, sex is absolutely OUT of the question. It’s really all men want anyway. I want it, too, but not at the expense of being destroyed and hurt. It’s just not worth it.
Yep, machine, but only in the sense that first night that he could keep going…but it was still fast if you know what I mean! And to be clear…he was never like that after that first night. That’s how I know he took Cialis that night. First time and all, he wanted to really impress me! I guess you had to be there…haha 🙂
still reeling:
I forgot to answer your other question, “Do I push nice men away?” YES! Unfortunately, I do. I push all men away now. Nice or not. I am just not interested. It wouldn’t be fair to go out with someone when my mind is still so messed up. But you are right…I will see the spath signs from now on…big time! I KNOW I will never be scammed again.
Witsend, I know the changed reality of your home not being an automatic “safe” place. Twenty years ago we had a burglar who traipsed around the living room while we were sleeping upstairs. We only found out in the morning. My mother had left her purse downstairs, and we’d leave for Italy with car and caravan the next day… Back then there wasn’t any Euro, and so she had all the cash in foreign money for the gas on our way to Italy. The cash was gone, and then she found a backdoor we forgot to close. It’s the creepiest thing I’ve ever known (except for Mr. CREEP): that someone was in our house and we all slept through it. The next year, my parents hadn’t gone on a trip anymore, but had put the caravan outside of the garage, to have space in the garage. The morning after, someone had unscrewed all the screws of a lock of the only back door that could be done too… of course by then we had the drill to never leave any purse or cash in the living room. It was definitely the same guy; but this time he only got away with a pack of chocolate and a little worthless clock on the computer. They installed a safety lock on that door. By then I had a relationship and my parents didn’t want me sleeping alone anymore at the house if they were away for a weekend or longer: either the bf slept over, or I was to sleep at his home. My dad slept for years with a metal pipe under the bed.
Several years afterwards, I had gone out with friends of mine (and the bf plain didn’t like going out at all), and it was too late to bother anyone, and my parents were on a trip. So, I slept alone at the house. It was such a hot sweltering summer night, that I didn’t even bother to put on a night shirt. Then I woke from a little sound, heard the door downstairs that gave entry to the hallway, creak open and slow very careful steps on the stairs… with all the creaks and noises the steps would make. I was too afraid of even getting up and locking my bedroom door, but I mimicked some sleepy cough, loud enough to tell the burglar someone was in that room, and I put on my nightshirt. He entered the bedroom of my parents, but never mine, then crept downstairs again. I waited and waited until I was sure he must have been outside again by then, before I dared getting out of bed and chanced into my parents bedroom to try and peek behind the curtain for a possible ID as he would be in the yard.
As I looked I noticed a ladder standing against the back wall, leading to the window of my parents, and the burglar was climbing it, and I came face to face with him.
That’s when I woke up. I had dreamt it all, but so vividly, so real, that I do tend to tell that dream in the way it felt to me… The scariest thing was that I woke up wearing the night shirt. I actually did put it on while I had the nightmare. I raced through the house to check every lock and bolt of every window and door. To this day, if I go to bed without having consciously checked that my apartment front door isn’t locked and bolted to the max, I will start dreaming that someone is at my door, trying to get in, or got in and moving in my apartment. Even when I enter my apartment, I automatically lock up my door with the keys on the inside, and lock my chain.
Darwinsmom, YIKES!!!!! Super scary, that. But, there seemed to be a pattern to what you described. Wonder if it was someone that knew your family…