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.)
Thank you Ox!
I am in NC and have been for nearly two weeks now, he also has initiated no contact with me, which at first hurt a little but now I know its a good thing and really means nothing as I do not doubt at some point he may be back.
I have no need for a restraining order as mine lives in another country THANK GOD!
That however does not reduce the pain or torment he has put me through, believe me, while perhaps I was spared any physical intimidation or beatings due to the distance it still affects you spiritually, mentally and emotionally (where it hurts me most).
I have been spared the physical threats or attempts like he did to his exwife and went to prison for so the distance is a good thing.
He did tell me once that if i ever left him he would hunt me down so I do monitor his activity somewhat just to make sure hes still in place.
I am thankful at this point he isnt contacting me because each day that passes I can gain more strength to move on and never go back regardless of what he claims ie: loves me, wants to be with me etc.
Thank you for your comments and reminder that I am doing the best thing!
Oxy
Thanks, I’ve read many of your posts. You are so smart, as are many of the women here!
I actually emailed the new girl on FB after the ex called me when he found the stuff written about him on womansavers. He said his current girl found it along with her sister. What is written is so specific Anway, she blocked me on FB. I didn’t at all say anything inappropriate to her. Just told her my experience. So she blocks me. And now I’m feeling like the idiot. He has her so fooled. And I think of just how pathological–twisted and distorted this man is and I am still worried about him changing???? I vacillate all the time, from KNOWING he is pathological and having therapists validate me every step of the way, and than wondering if it was just me and he has met his soul mate, since he is doing what he wouldn’t do with me. I feel like I need to find some way to get a grip. Did all of you go through this?
Oxy–thank you for responding to my rant-of-the-day…You had your stepdad who valued you, trusted you and thought very highly of you. (Your ED has some serious problems. Has she ever been in therapy?) If she’s single, well, so is my dad (altho he has a long-time girlfriend, but he’d drop her in a second) and wouldn’t they make a great pair…lol…
I read once that if a kid has one adult in their life who cares about them, then the kid has a chance. You did. Thank God.
If both of my parents were spaths I could not have survived.
I had my uncle, who for some reason, took me under his wing and out of my parent’s house for weekends and summers. He did all of those things a father would do….taught me things, believed in me, trusted me…he had a cattle ranch & taught me everything…then would say, “go move those cattle over there” –a half mile away and I was 9 years old. Alone. On horseback. And so proud he thought I could do it. Any self-confidence I have came from him.
My mom did the best she could, given who she was married to. But…my younger sister, the cutter, took up so much energy there wasn’t much left. I have no doubt my younger sister is a spath–none. Maybe one of these days I’ll write about her here…it’ll be long, and disturbing to read.
My older sister is sorta your basic, garden variety N. For decades I pictured myself as a giant EAR for her. And couldn’t figure out why she did the things she did…like, I’d lived in Mexico for many years. She goes once, for a week, then shows me 100 photos and explains everything about Mexico to me. In detail.
I tried to show her my photos once of places in Europe she’d never been. No explaining, just a “if you see anything that catches your eye, let me know.”
She picked up the stack of photos and said, “this one is over-exposed, this one is underexposed, overexposed, overexposed” After judging my photography skills she threw each photo on the floor. Then after picture #4, got up and left the room. No explanation. I thought, well maybe she had to use the restroom. She didn’t come back, so I went to see where she was. (I put the photos back in my purse) I found her calmly sitting on the sofa, eating chips, and watching TV.
Basically, I “get” that I have no value for her, don’t even really exist, unless she’s talking and I’m listening. To whatever…she has no idea about my life.
I can name her cats, dogs past and present, horses past and present, best friends, trips, camera make and model, car model and year, job, co-workers, all of it. She could not name one single thing about me, nothing at all, except maybe my age. She may be vaguely aware I have a daughter. She lives 300 miles away–but once I realized that in those 5 hour phone conversations, or monologues, she never, ever asked even the basic “how are you”? No pleasantries, just straight to the point about her new sweater, her horse’s new vet, etc, I decided to cut the supply source and say I was too busy to talk…A few times of that and she realized no more supply source from me and quit calling.
Sounds like a straightfoward case of N to me.
But once, a couple of years ago, her “mask” slipped and what I saw on her face, and my best friend saw, was naked rage. My sister wanted to go out to dinner, she was in town for a few days, and I was too exhausted to go–she just said, “let’s go eat” with no warning. I would have suggested take-out. I never had a chance. She was so furious she moved away from the front door and motioned for us to leave. We did…but now it kinda makes more sense…she hates me.
That’s the “healthy” sister. lol. The other one…the internationally famous one, would be very hard to hear about. She’s conned so many people, and they pay so much money to hear her speak…in a rare moment of probably honest candor, she wrote me an email saying she feels she is “one one-hundreth of a person.”
One one-hundreth of a person? What does that mean? Anyone? Is it spathy or more N? Or something else?
Thanks for listening…on a roll today for some reason…
Guys, CA mom, and Hopeful,
CA mom, I think your “talking N” sister sounds msore P-athy to me, just my not-so-humble opinion. The “famous” one sounds like she may be kin to my P-sperm donor.
Yea, we could get our egg & sperm donor together and they would kill each other! LOL I’m glad you had your uncle and I had my Daddy, at least we did have one mentor and that is a good thing.
Hopeful, of course I went through that! and I think I can safely say “all” of us here did…that is why NC is so important, the new victim will NOT believe us because they are in the “FOG” of all his sweetness and light RIGHT NOW, but it will turn out just like with you and him, COUNT ON THAT, then she will listen and remember what you said.
NC means don’t follow them on FB or any where else or let any of your mutual “friends” keep you up on what he is up to. PRETEND HE DOES NOT EXIST. For you he doesn’t, not really. He is a hologram, not real. IT IS NOT YOU, IT IS HIM THAT IS TWISTED, and he is NO one’s soul mate, not even his own. He is a parasite that oonly pretends to be human.
Dear Knowledgeempowers, well it may be a good idea to keep up on which country he is in.My P-son is dangerous to me even though he is in prison, so I have to have sort of “back door” contact with him, but you know, it doesn’t hurt now like it did. I’m getting past the point of feeling sorry for him because I KNOW now that he is EVIL, and though he would LOVE to shoot me in the head I am going to make sure he personally never has that chance, but I won’t live in Terror, just REASONABLE CAUTION.
Yea, it hurts, even long distance, but in this case, it “does take the worry out of being close” like they use to say in those old deoderant commercials. LOL
Dear Hopeful, didn’t mean to leave you out, just hit post before I finished. Glad you are here and believe me HE IS THE PROBLEM, not you, he is only a fake! (((hugs)))
Oxy,
Awww. ***Hugs*** back to you. I needed that hug and words of validation. Made me cry. I’m just so emotional right now. To realize that they can just walk away with no remorse whatsoever is baffling. Doesn’t seem to be any ability to truly be attached to someone. It’s just so impossible to relate to. But my spath said from the beginning that if this doesn’t work out, he wanted to stay friends. And I said, “Only if you aren’t a fink.” To which he replied, “I’ve been known.” I should have asked questions about that since it was clearly a red flag, but it wouldn’t have mattered since I wouldn’t have listened either. Also, a common ploy with these guys seems to be that confessing their “past” wrong-doings to the current women in their lives seems to make the women trust them more because they think it’s a sign of self-awareness and ability to change.
Dear Hopeful,
RIGHT ON! Every word you said is true!@....... My X BF-P said the same thing “if this doesn’t work out I want to be friends, we’ll be friends forever” (what he meant was, “friends”=”have sex” LOL)
It is difficult to fathom this stuff, because WE don’t think that way, we think others think like WE do, and that is JUST NOT SO.
YES! If you will listen carefully, many of them will give you a list of the “bad” things they have done in the past and we “smooth” this over as “they have changed.” I realized my BF had cheated on his wife in the past, but I thought I”M SPECIAL, HE WON’T WITH ME! Yea, RIGHT! NOT! If they will do it to someone, anyone, they will do it to YOU TOO.
The BEST indicator of future behavior is PAST BEHAVIOR. So I am no longer so trusting of others who state that they have “reformed.” I have to see EVIDENCE of long-term REFORM before I will trust them to guard the cat box from Thieves. Screw me once, shame on you, screw me twice, shame on me. But I EXPAND that to “screw anyone and I find out, you won’t get a chance to screw me too.”
ANY sign of dishonesty (past or present) and my guard goes up and UP and UP until proven otherwise. I don’t give them the trust until they betray it, I LET THEM EARN THE TRUST FROM THE GET GO—no one gets a free pass. Trust is EARNED.
Hopeful, I dont blame you for wanting to tell the other woman, but she will not believe you, she is under his spell, we have all been there, myself several times.
Actually I just found out via a friend my xP has found yet another woman. First thought was, oh she should be warned. But its not worth it, she will never believe it, right now he will be playing the oh so loving and perfect man, its a waste of my time and energy. Hopefully shes a strong woman and will figure it out sooner then I did at less expense to her heart and pocketbook.
All will be okay, just hang in there and let go.
I wish you the best of luck
Oxy and Knowledge,
OXY, that is SO true. He kept saying how much he enjoyed my company so when we broke up he kept insisting that he was seeing a therapist and that he had so much “work” to do and the last thing he would be doing was dating or sleeping with anyone, and wanted to know if we could hang out until I found someone better. He reiterated that he would not be dating, but that I could. What a joke. I declined and then BOOM, he was involved with this woman. Months later I still didn’t know he was seeing someone and I asked him about therapy and I said, “You’re not in therapy, are you?!” And he said, “Therapy isn’t the only way to make changes.” That bastard was implying that he had found his soul mate, the woman who would save him.
Knowledge, thanks for your kind words. I feel better talking to everyone here. It makes me sick to know he has spent the holidays wth her family and he knows he friends and she spends time with his family and friends. It hurts so much and I know he could probably fool her enough to get married. My therapist has said he is so smart that he can fool anyone. He’s been with her for 8 months now and I keep reminding myself that I saw him for a year and never would have guess how screwed up he was if I hadnt gotten on his computer. He is really good at portraying himself as a decent guy that is trying. But it sounds like the majority of people here have gone through exactly the same thing in one form or another, and have been fixated on the spath’s current relationships like me. I suppose that it’s easier said than done not to take his behavior personally.
Dear Hopeful,
Remember this, there is no soulmate for him because he really has no soul, these men can not love, its only a mask, an illusion, thats all, nothing more. And they always deflect blame for everything they do back onto you, its what they do!
So do not take any of it personally, just let go, move on, find happiness inside yourself, he can never really give you the happiness you need or desire. It will be hard at first but you can do this, you will be in a better place once you have passed through the stages : )
Hang in there, remember what a lovely soul you have and how much better you deserve!!!