When reflecting on the sociopath’s style, I often find myself thinking metaphorically. For instance, in an early LoveFraud article (Sociopaths’ Cat and Mouse Game) I explored the mind of the sociopath via the metaphor of the cat toying with the mouse.
In this article, I probe a different metaphor: the small child abusing the captured insect.
But a caveat’s in order: Just as I wasn’t impugning cats as literally sociopathic in my earlier piece, I’m not suggesting here that all children, including bug torturers, are developing sociopaths (anymore than in my last LoveFraud article I was suggesting that all practical jokers are sociopaths).
On the other hand, I am suggesting that there are states of mind—normal states of mind—that approximate (more closely than we might think, or want to think) how sociopaths perceive and relate.
And so I invite you to join me as, together, we watch a small child, who sits on a curb in front of his house, a daddy-long-legged spider in his clutches.
Let us not mince words: the child has intentionally trapped the spider; and he fully intends, and fully expects, to have his way with it. Moreover, he confidently feels that he has power over the spider to do with it, to toy with it, to experiment on it, as he wishes.
Does any of this, already, sound familiar?
But let us proceed: The child may (or may not yet) have formed an agenda for the spider—that is, he may already know what he plans to do with it, and how he plans to entertain himself with it; or, he may not yet know these things, but rather may be operating more impulsively, or perhaps taking things a step at a time.
In either case, as he stares down at the bug, the child does so with a feeling of omnipotence—that is, he has, and relishes, a sense of omnipotent control over the spider’s near and long-term destiny: he will be deciding its short and long-term fate. He knows that he can dominate the spider any way he likes, and, as we’ve established, he intends to exploit his dominance: the spider, he is well aware, will be helpless to defend itself against his designs.
And so, one by one, the child begins pulling the legs off the spider. He finds this interesting, amusing, and even thinks it’s a little funny. He wonders, fleetingly, in pulling the spider’s legs off, if this hurts the spider?
His curiosity, however, is detached and superficial, lacking compassion and empathy. For, although it strikes him that if someone were to pull his legs off it would surely cause unspeakable pain, yet his intellectual awareness does not translate into empathy for the predicament to which he’s subjected the spider.
(The child, in a word, fails to apply the principle do unto others as you would have others do unto you. Sociopaths, of course, notoriously forsake this principle.)
And so the spider might look a little funny with no legs. And it could be amusing to see the spider, as its legs are systematically ripped off, reduced to the size of a small nipple. And it could also be amusing to watch the spider try to walk with its legs missing.
All of these (and other) prospects for entertainment intrigue the child, and support his abuse of the insect. We can say this with certainty: in his relationship to the spider, the child is solely interested in how the spider can entertain him—that is, he is curious about, and interested in, only the gratification he can derive from the spider (and from, in this case, the spider’s predicament).
The child regards and values the spider purely as an “object” which, if properly manipulated, can yield him some worthwhile satisfaction.
And so the spider, now legless, doesn’t move. The child notices that its legs, however, which lie beside it on the concrete curb, twitch all by themselves, as if they’re separately alive and as though being animated by a mysterious force. This intrigues and amuses the child who, incidentally, has momentarily lost all interest in the spider.
That is, the child presently is no longer interested in the spider, but only with the spider’s legs (which of course he tore off), finding their twitchy, independent movements curiously entertaining.
I think we can safely add that the child doesn’t hate, or feel malice towards, the spider. That’s to say, none of this is “personal.” When he sat down on the curb, the idea of targeting a spider to exploit may, or may not, have been on his mind.
The child may have been actively targeting a vulnerable insect, or maybe not; maybe the spider just happened to enter his attentional orbit at the wrong time (for the spider), and in so doing primed the child’s exploitive inclinations.
In either case, it’s easy to describe what the child feels for the spider; he feels towards the spider precisely what he feels towards any object—appreciative of it only for the satisfaction it supplies him.
Short of this, the spider rapidly loses its value for him.
This is occurring presently: As the spider’s novelty is fading, the child’s investment in it wanes. He valued the spider purely, remember, for its gratifying properties; now, as the spider grows less novel by the second, the child grows increasingly bored with it. The spider’s value, its use to the child, is steadily, rapidly depreciating.
This could be good news, or more bad news, for the spider. As his interest in the spider expends itself, the child may decide to move on. He may be finished with the spider, and so he may, finally, leave it alone. The spider may have a chance to escape with its life. That could be the good news.
But it’s also possible that the child, seeking a last satisfaction of his thirst for stimulation, may decide, perhaps impulsively, to squash the spider, to crush it, like the bud of a leaf. And if he does this, it still won’t be personal. The child doesn’t have it in for this particular spider.
This particular spider merely happened to conveniently enough meet the child’s criteria as an exploitable object.
And so it’s 50-50 whether, in his boredom, the child will move on, leaving the legless spider to regroup after its traumatization; or whether, also in his boredom, he’ll decide to mash the spider between his fingers so he can feel what it’s like to mash an insect into a paste. That could be a curious sensation, which he’s never had (or hasn’t had it in a while).
He might find that sensation interesting, or maybe not.
And so comes the abrupt, anticlimactic end of our story, which was simply about the intersection of our neighborhood child with the unsuspecting spider.
Postscript: The child spared the spider, not from compassion, but because a cramp in his leg prompted him to rise, and stretch. But in walking away, the child inadvertently stepped on the spider, flattening and killing it. But even had he known this (and he didn’t), it’s not likely that the irony would have impressed him.
(This article is copyrighted © 2010 by Steve Becker, LCSW. My use of male gender pronouns is for convenience’s sake and not to suggest that females aren’t capable of the behaviors discussed.)
Knowledgeempowers – Thank you for forwarding the info to Donna. I look forward to learning more…
Dear One-Step,
My truth in reading your post last night – was my heart hurt for you, with you, hearing you.
As you warned that some may not like what they were about to hear… I read it anyway…
I remembered where you were – when I was there…
My girlfriend said to me after months of my pain, sadness, rage, hurt, anger, frustration…. “I will listen to all you have to say about your ex, ALL OF IT, THOUSANDS OF TIMES, as long as you listen to me… you too need to at some point listen as well LTL, but you are not going to like what Im about to say, but you need to hear this :
At some point you need to start focusing on yourself. You need to take care of yourself, and begin to love yourself AGAIN – while you go through this process.”
One-Step, I almost held back from saying anything like that to you last night. But I didnt want to be a coward – I wanted to be as honest as possible with you — it may not have been the right choice — but it was what was said to me – and what ultimately got me to find my strength within. You werent here at the time a few years ago when i shared not being able to get out of my bed…I didnt recognize myself in the mirror — my lips were so dry from not drinking in days – my room dark — my life all but shut down….she said to me nobody on this earth is going to make you better – you have to find the strength within to go through this and rely on yourself or be remembered this way…
After a few days, I sat up and started doing things from my bed…going through drawers, throwing out things, organizing …ANYTHING TO JUMPSTART MY LIFE – MY THOUGHTS — MYSELF AGAIN. Slowly, when I was ready I got to where I needed to be – on my own first and then with help of others and LF..
Its a process, you are so on the right track. I just wanted to share with you that ALL ALONG THE WAY , ALL THAT YOU GO THROUGH, REMEMBER YOU HAVE YOURSELF TO TURN TO ALSO – ITS THE ONE PERSON WHO WILL NEVER LET YOU DOWN IN THIS LIFETIME ALONG WITH THE SUPPORT OF OTHERS.
I, too, did not like it when she said those words to me…but to this day, I realize they were words I needed to hear and learn as I went through the darkest days/nights of my life after my ex.
You are on the right track… its god awful – but you are sharing and listening and expressing and healing… I was not brave last night, I just remembered my darkest moment and shared it with you. Take care
Witsend and Rosa, I am with you on that platitude. For one thing, it assumes that everything that happens to you is somehow sanctioned by God. And perhaps morre importantly, shit happens to people everyday that they CANT handle. They get shot in the streets and die…They get run down by mac trucks, they burn-up in fires, etc. etc. etc.
I never got that…just didn’t make sence, unless they were talking about my eternal soul, and if thats the case, I think its a moot point because pain and fear and evil is in the here and now…There are a whole lot of things that can happen in the here and now that people don’t survive….So is it God that allows us to be run down by trucks, burned -up in fires etc,
and we should be really dandy with all this because we get to go to heaven…..
I am a spiritual person, not a sacreligious boob…I’m just saying….This platitude doesn’t work for me.
Kim Frederick,
Yes, yes and yes!
You know another one I heard alot was….What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger.
And the truth of the matter is, I BELIEVE this, but at the time, I felt like saying…..Just shoot me, I don’t WANT to be stronger. I didn’t want to face this pain. It was surreal, yet my reality.
I wasn’t suicidal….But I was not wanting to face tomorrow either. That day, if someone pointed a gun at me I wouldn’t have dodged the bullet. I honestly think I would have welcomed it.
Survival mode hadn’t kicked in yet. But it did. Survival mode kicked in when the shock wore off.
Many times well-meaning people are at a loss for how to comfort others, they will say things that, in the context of a loss, are actually hurtful,
“I know exactly how you feel…..” (NO!!!!! You don’t”!!!!!!!
“He’s in a better place…..” (That may be, but I want him HERE! NOW!)
I’m sure you can all add “comforthing” phrases and platitudes to the things people, in all kindness of intent, have said to us that either made us ANGRY or irritated.
I went to a 3-day seminar on counseling the grieving once and one of the speakers there talked about “presencing”—just being present for that person. Maybe not saying a word, or if we did, to make sure it was a word that was comforting.
The comforting words don’t have to be “prfound”—
“I can see you are hurting/tired/sad, can I get you something to drink?” (or a chair or whatever)
“may I put my arms around you?”
“When you feel like talking I will be nearby/here”
Good afternoon, peeps!
Yeah, platitudes are the pits. If I’m grieving and/or angry the very last thing I want to hear is some repetitive, insincere platitude coming out of a “well meaning” person’s mouth.
They might be the recipient of my wrath if they’re not cautious.
I hope I’ve never said such things to anyone on here. But there is truth in the saying that time heals wounds. Maybe not completely or all wounds but over a period of time the pain does diminish, especially after being overwhelmed by every emotion during heartache, tragedy.
Just wears you out to the point where you become a bit numb, energy depleted, tired and spent. Then the true healing can begin.
Oxy, I was thinking the exact same thoughts yesterday about how to comfort a person who is hurting. I think they just want someone to listen to them as they cry, vent, rage, whatever they need to do to lessen the severity of their grieving hearts.
Unsolicited advice is harmful and might cause the hurting person to feel alienated and defensive. Not good when that’s the opposite of how to help.
one_step:
Are you feeling better? You are always there when I need an ear…and I so appreciate it so I hope you are getting what you need.
Sending you some of my EB Mojo!!
CA Mom,
I read your post at 8:22 pm 2/19.
Didn’t just tug at my heart, but grabbed it and squeezed. Hard.
You have immense courage to share your painful experiences with the world. To express yourself so eloquently yet with a powerful emotional impact is a gift. One that you may not acknowledge but for a lover of words and their meaning, I am affected. Big time.
I don’t know what else to say except I’m relieved and joyful that you are with us on LF. Yes, I am. Truly. Of course I’m not the least bit happy why you are here, and how much heartache and suffering you’ve endured, but still…happy you are here, sharing and caring.
It is so hard to know whats best…
sometimes I log on here and read someones hurting post that nobody responded to them…that this is a clique place…that nobody cared enough to acknowledge them and their pain…
and other times I log on and see posts that say when giving advice or a response that wasnt solicited it may be harmful and might cause the hurting person to feel alienated and defensive. Which is so not good and the opposite of the intention.
In the past when I was grieving or angry — I honestly never wanted to lash out at anyone who gave me advice or said something they thought would be helpful but wasnt — I just appreciated them trying to comfort me or give me tough love. If I didnt like what they said or I disagreed with them I told them. I just never have gotten to the point of being harsh to well intended people who didnt understand or couldnt relate — I just was never good at being like my sister (who is a nurse) and handles things differently than I do! In most cases I always admired her softer sweeter approach.
If Ive hurt, offended or upset anyone here at LF in my effort to lend support, help or advice…I apologize! It would absolutely never be my intention. And the times others have not agreed with me, my advice I appreciate that they brought it to my attention – so I could see other perspectives as well.
Have a good weekend everyone!! The sun is finally shining here!
Learnthelesson,
You are the sweetest and most loving person! I can’t even imagine you hurting someone. Your voice is a voice I missed when you were not posting for awile.
I don’t believe that any of us intend to hurt anyone here, we all know to much about that pain.
All we can do is try and look into our own personal experience and offer what we can….
xxxxxx