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.)
hopeful: my point was is that we all post about that very issue: how we feel the spaths are treating everyone better than us. not true now, before, ever!
i went from fit, happy, intelligent and social to obese, depressed, isolative too. but i’m also sick with fibromyalgia, arthritis, high blood pressure and migraines now. that’s what happens to many of us caught up with these demons.
but slowly, we pull ourselves up and out once again. not so easy at 50, i can tell you that!
but we’re all here. and when we’re strong we help pull others up; when we’re week, we grab a hand to help ourselves. emotionally i’m doing much better, but physically, it still seems stuck inside. but i’ll never give up because i’d rather be dead than think for one moment that he was able to defeat me in any way!
towanda!!
Lostingrief,
Yep, your point wasn’t lost on me–I think that I know I am driving myself nuts with talking about and thinking about it and so I assume I am driving others nuts as well.
Yes! Right on about not letting them defeat us and I am very glad to hear that you are doing better with the emotional part of it. I am rooting for you with the physical things. That sounds like it must be trying, and I’m sure you find it frustrating. And no, I am not going to let myself be defeated and so glad to hear you express that sentiment! Towanda!!
What does Towanda mean?? 😀
towanda!
it’s a battle cry! have you ever watched ‘fried green tomatoes?’
Thanks for clarifying that Lost, I have wondered! I also wonder what skilett means too. and there is another term i have seen used a lot but I dont remember now what it was.
Lostin,
hehehehhe! I did but it was so long ago! When I remembered I started cracking up! 😀
knowledge:
as a long time LFer, skillet must refer to oxy’s frequent use of her skillet to bop some of us when we forget our value and worth as human beings! while i’m not on too much lately, i hear she still carries it around just in case we blame ourselves for our dilemmas, forget how important NC is, or generally lose our way. the ‘skillet smack’ is always done most lovingly! oxy is the great mom to us all, and is always available to help out!
Thanks Lost! Kinda figured it was something like that but wasnt sure.
So I am curious now, since you said longtimer, how long does it take to get healthy again and regain a life of your own? Do any of us ever really get over what has been done to us?
I dont want to live like this forever, I want to move on, start loving myself and someday find someone i truly deserve!
Dear LIG, thanks, sweetie!
It is raining cats and dogs and goats and donkeys here today–JUST WHAT WE NEED! But at least it is ABOVE FREEZING, but I did need a “cheer me up” and your above post did that! (((hugs))))
Hopefull and KE, we all I think get DOWN ON OURSELVES for allowing all this crap over and over and over and thinking we are to blame, and it started over a year ago that Hens (Henry then) was cutting up and downing himself and I “Boinked” him on the head with my “cast iron skillet” and told him to straighten up, and it sort of just got to be a joke that I used in telling them to “lighten up on themselves” a bit! When my kids were pre-teen I used to jokingly ask them if they wanted an “attitude adjustment with my skillet.”
I used to be the QUEEN of SELF BLAME, not the same as “accepting responsibility”—much different concepts. It took me a long time to realize how different those two concepts are and to STOP “boinking” myself on the head with every available blunt object! It is still hard sometimes to not blame myself for everything bad in the world including the earthquake in Haiti! ((((hugs))))
Yay Oxy! Eeeek! Is that the skillet?
Lost,
LOve that skillet thing! I think I’ve been “skillet worthy” for far too long, measuring my worth against how this man treated me. I’m working hard to stop doing this, although it far more difficult than I imagined.