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.)
Knowledge,
Thank you! I know I deserve so much better and it has been hell the last 7 months. I’ve been the one in pain and he just walks away without a thought. Oxy is right when she says the spath wants to stay friends for sex, but I also think that they want to stay friends because it makes them look good, like they are not jerks. And you are right, Knowledge, it IS really hard and I know he can never give me what I need or desire, as you said. So, it’s hard to think that he is giving this new girl what he wouldn’t for me. Also, about what you said about deflcting blame—he is really good at SOUNDING like he is taking responsibiity, which is what throws me off. He KNOWS what he needs to say. But I have to remember that my experience with him is that he sounds like he is taking responsibility while doing horrendous things
Hopeful,
While perhaps he is giving her what he couldnt give you, it wont last long, its short lived, the anger and desire to control prevaids.
Oh yes, they know exactly what to say and when to say it! These P’s are master manipulators and liars.
While he pretends to be so into you he is probably bad talking you behind your back, they do this often.
i dont know if it is you i said this to, but make a list of 5 things hes done to you, when i did this they were all bad things, nothing really good, and believe me if you go back, things will only get worse.
Its all a game of control and manipulation for them, they know exactly how to play you.
The strength to recognize this and avoid it has to come from you, its the only way to move on and recover. Best of luck to you, I know you can do this.
hopeful writes: “it’s hard to think that he is giving this new girl what he wouldn’t for me.”
this thought is so universal among sociosurvivors, and incredibly damaging. it held me back for so long in my healing. even after 18 months NC, i still sometimes have fantasies that his new girlfriend is living in some kind of bliss with him (and their new baby!). but we all know better, deep in our souls.
in the 20+ years i knew the s/p/n, he never treated anybody right — unless he had just met them or thought he could get something from them.
we need to reinforce that they’re not giving ANYONE anything differently than what they gave us. a honeymoon period of charm and sexy, setting the stage for their manipulations. then the increasing glimpses of their ‘other side’ (which is really all they are … raging empty shells from hell). then they treat you like shit, only worse, because they are masters at making those in their clutches fall to pieces emotionally, physically, spiritually and psychologically. then they move on to someone else, and the cycle repeats.
maybe they treat the ‘fresh meat’ well until they are firmlly under the victim’s skin. but don’t be fooled for even a moment that it lasts. they are who they are; they do what they do.
i still have trouble letting those thoughts of ”well, he’s being nice to HER so that means i was the problem … i wasn’t ________ enough, or __________ enough (fill in your own blanks).” but deep inside we know who they are. i’ve seen what he does, saw him manipulate/get over on/abuse his wife, his friends, colleagues, even his mother, but somehow we all conspired to let it go as, ”oh, you know him, dr. jeckyl and mr. hyde.” his charm and beautiful face got him through it all and had everyone circling him like scavengers to get the few drops of sustenance he ever gave.
dispicable.
when i think of the things i’ve heard and read here about what they have said to us, it makes me sick that they are even allowed to be free.
a favorite: “i don’t even know why you like me. i don’t even CALL YOU!” (this while he was living with me)
thinking of each outrageous, agregious, effed up thing i ever heard from his mouth makes me stronger. these are not human beings, and as such, should be avoided as the criminal aliens from hell that they are. NC NC NC …
and don’t think for ONE SECOND they treat ANYONE well.
TOWANDA!
So well said lost, so well said!
bulletproof – your post made me cry. thank -you for what you said. It directly validated my feelings and who I am. There is a process of putting my toe in and waiting for response – i guess that is testing trustworthiness and safety, and seeing if I get smacked. i can’t tell you what a big deal expressing raw anger here was for me. huge risk.
Best,
One step
witty – thank you for the hug 🙂
yesterday was a better day – some of the toxic poison was leeched off. i am raw, frightened, and more at ease. i know there is a flood more coming.
best
one step
myboys – after surgery there is a day when the pain goes down and the drugs take hold – and you exhale a bit…even though you cannot walk yet. that is how i feel.
i need to court the hope that i can learn to walk.
x one step
Knowledge,
I am going to do that–write down what he has done. And you were also right on another count—I actually did end up going back to him and he manipulated me even worse. He could make me feel like I was important to him like when he had me meet his sister, but then two days later I found texts on his cell phone to another woman. And I thought, “How could he make me feel important like that, like he was really trying to include me in his life, and then text someone that night??” The other thing I just wrote down is how he called me every night he wasn;t with me so that we could build trust (his idea) an then I found the texts that he was actually calling and texting women right before or right after me! I also highly suspect and have reason to believe that he had a little “play” budddy in his building. One night he called and said that he just wanted to let me know he was going to be playing a board game with a male friend that lived in the buiding. My gut told me it was a lie but I wanted to believe him since he seemed to be making effort. It turned out to be all a huge, huge lie. One evening he called and said that we should take the weekend so that we both could really think about “what we neede from one another.” He said that he was going to a party and I was upset beause I wasn’t invited. He told me that he was telling me al this because he wanted me to “feel safe” with him. Knowledge, I had given him a book that I had read and the common premise that was stressed throughout this book was hat partners need to “feel safe” with one another. Anywyay, that evening, he showed up at 2am after the party and I found texts messages to 2 different women inviting them to the party. He had one programmed into is phone as “dad.” Two weeks before he had showed me on his cell phone log that he ad been talking to his “dad” much more often than usual because he was rying to process their troubled relationship. And then I think, could someone that did all this possibly change with someone. He said he learned his lesson. And then I start to doubt myself thinking maybe I am wrong and he isn’t pathological. I know I can get through this, Knowledge! I need and appreciate the support!!!!
CAmom
Querida, you said:
I felt like screaming”“”no one here is fine! We aren’t gonna be fine for a long time—get real! Show some emotion, recognize what’s ahead for us. How about a HUG? Can any of you crying, grieving relatives and “friends” manage THAT?” No, they could not.
But you gave that to me, and you personally have advanced my healing. You.
I know this is not the same as having people create the space for you, and that most of us use our empathy for others to the detriment of ourselves, and I never want that for you. But it is really really something. You gave me what I gave the spath. Care and compassion and a willingness to stand with me in my pain. You valued me.
You said: One one-hundreth of a person? What does that mean? Anyone? Is it spathy or more N? Or something else?
That’s DEFINITELY spath.
It’s hard to be sibs with n’s. I am wondering about my sib. Most of my life I have experienced a sense of hate for me from her ”“ or at least a sense of BLAME writ large. It seemed to have diminished in the last four years ”“ but maybe that was because I was supply. The MOMENT I saw it return late last summer, I went NC. I know that some of the pain I am experiencing now, is the loss of my sib, father and mother.
Escriba, escriba.
Lostingrief,
Thanks for the post about that. I am sorry I keep harping on the same crap in my posts. I know it has affected my healing and I need to get a move on it! I’ve been traumatized from my experience with this man and hardly recognize myself anymore. Ive gone from a fit, happy, intelligent, social women to slightly overweight, depressed and isolative. Not good. I finally started getting back to the gym and realizing that I need to start to taking care of myself. I so appreciate the support here. I truly do.