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.)
oxy: glad i could help. you have always been here to help everyone. problem is, there is just no objectivity when it comes to our own stuff! that’s when we reach out to others, right!? sometimes i feel that i just spew my garbage here, then disappear again. glad to know i have had some positive impact.
knowledge: i’ve been NC for 18 months now, and i still have rough days. he was the master of s/p/n’s, and devastated me by cheating behind my back for months and getting someone half my age pregnant. the story is long and sordid, but he’s one of those swaggerin’ dudes who has every girl eating out of his hands, and every guy wanting to be like him. and he’s just evil to the core. problem is, his looks let him get away with EVERYTHING.
however, it gets better. for me, what helped was really taking a GOOD HARD LOOK at the reality of what i went through. i THOUGHT he acted lovingly toward me, i THOUGHT everyone loved him, i THOUGHT he was larger than life. when i really decided to examine it objectively, i realized that he had always treated me badly in some way — overtly or covertly, that he had taken SO much from me and never really gave anything to ANYONE. not everyone thought he was god’s gift … they just humored him cuz he was cute. he’s really just a little thug/pimp using everyone in his path and spitting them out, leaving a wake of destruction.
then, once i let that reality sit for a while, i asked myself: why would a loving, compassonate, generous, intelligent, sexy woman like me want to have someone like that in my life at all?! i can now see him as the reptilian demon he is. when i miss him (for ANY reason … usually i’m missing the affection and sex), i just revisit some of the things he did and said to me and others and i just get really grossed out.
the hardest part for me was to realize there are actually beings walking among us who are that kind of disordered. it’s mindboggling to say the least, and one suggestion i have is to — ready? — stop trying to figure it out intellectually! this set me back months in healing … thinking that i had to ‘understand’ it. there IS no understanding it. it’s sick, evil, amoral, nonhuman. period.
i’m still overreating for comfort and isolating myself from people (esp. men!), but after 20 years of loving this prick unconditionally, i’m thankful i still have a mind that works (sort of). the healing is gradual, but i am healing. and you are, too!
TOWANDA!!!
Dear Hopeful,
Yep, that’s THE cyber cast iron skillet! I use the real ones to make corn bread or cook in, that is about all I use is cast iron, I love it! Makes a great weapon too! LOL
Henry and I go “waaaay back” to the first time he logged on to LF and I welcomed him here…we sort of “bonded” from then on and we’ve all had a bunch of jokes from back then, sort of “inside jjokes” like the skillet and the towanda (Matt calls it “towand-O” cause he’s a guy! LOL) so we are forever having to explain our “jokes” to newbies, but that’s okay!
I’m kind of a crusty old southern biddy sometimes and sort of “take off the gloves” and swing the skillet when someone is pounding on themselves too hard! It IS done in love though, and as far as I know I’ve never offended anyone with the skillet bashing!
LF is a wonderful community and I actually think it is a very effective “Group therapy” model, and NOT all blogs on psychopathic encounters are “theraputic” I first went to one blog that was as PSYCHOPATHIC and CLUSTER B as the psychopaths it said it was helping you recover from. It was actually owned by Sam Vakin, the “well known and self proclaimed Narcissist” and actually, he IS A PSYCHOPATH, right down the line but has financially captolized on that to make a living. There is a very good documentary film called “I Psychopath” that you might look up on line and watch. It is very disturbing. HE is disturbing, but that doesn’t mean SOME of his information is pretty good, at least it got me on the right track, but I eventually saw through the abusive web sites and quit going there. That was when I found LF and realized that the abuse of bloggers was not tolerated here. DONNA IS AN ANGEL and a great captain of this “Ship” to keep it SAFE for us, though the occasional troll does pop by to stir up trouble, but you note the “report abusive comment” buttons and THEY WORK.
If someone is nasty on the blog, or provoking, DO NOT RESPOND TO THEM AT ALL, just hit the button and report them to Donna and she will handle it, though sometimes they will “reregister” under another name and come back a time or two, but when they don’t get responses, they usually go away, because ATTENTION is what they crave.
That is why NC works so well, it puts YOU in control of the contact, and it frustrates the HECK OUT OF THEM! It totally takes away their ability to manipulate you using their threats and their charm, and their explainations and so on. NC is taking back OUR CONTROL. IT WORKS VERY WELL. It is hard though because we want to TELL’EM OFF to get them to UNDERSTAND, and they don’t and can’t understand OR CARE. We are objects to them. There is NO understanding in them at all.
Sometimes others are TOXIC without being actually clinical psychopaths, and we should go NC with these people as well, and set boundaries for them that they are NOT allowed to cross. I have tossed out a BUNCH of people from my life at the FIRST sign they are deceptive. I NO LONGER make excuses for lies or deception or manipulation from adults. I give kids a little more slack depending on the age, but still have some firm boundaries.
I used to do well with people outside my “inner circle” of friends and family in setting boundaries, but at the same time, I had NO BOUNDARIES for those close to me, they walked on me like a rug and I trivalized or excused or allowed their repeated nasty behavior toward me because I thought that is what “family” was and did. I realize now it is NOT what “friends and family” do to each other. I NO LONGER accept responsibility for other’s bad behavior.l It is DIFFICULT to change your (MY) thinking after 6 decades of doing that, so it is something I must WORK HARD at and remind myself frequently that I have NEW ways of handling these things, and those new ways INCLUDE SOLID BOUNDARIES of not accepting deceptive and nasty behavior.
I have a pretty good family “history” going back generations on BOTH sides of my family of dysfunctional and abusive behavior with the some of the males being very abusive, and the females “responsible” for cleaning up the mess and covering up any adverse publicity in the community for their bad acts, and you know what, THAT STOPS HERE,, WITH ME now. I am working hard to stop trivalizing and excusing bad behavior even if the person is not a psychopath, and I am working hard to stop cleaning up the messes. It takes work to do a 180 degree turn on the way you think and act in response to other’s behavior.
FOG=Fear, Obligation and Guilt. I was the queen of GUILT and FEAR and OBLIGATION, but no more. It is a journey, not a destination, so I slip and fall once in a while, but less often than I did before. I can’t get them to change, but I CAN change myself. I’m glad you are here and glad you are working on changing YOUR RESPONSE to what they do! It does get easier as we go along. We don’t fall as often or as badly, and we get up sooner and the wounds heal faster! TOWANDAS! ((((Hugs)))) and God bless us all!
Dear LIG,
I am working on changing the “comfort eating” thing too, and it is NOT easy! I ballooned to A huge weight for me, and so am trying to desperately quit that! It ain’t easy, friend! That’s all I can say, but I’ve lost a few pounds and can get back into my jeans again! YEA! I’m just working on it one mouthful at a time, but a “secret” I discovered that seems to be helping, is I got some of this “fiber” stuff that you stir into a glass of water or something, and I drink that everytime before I eat, and inbetween meals and it is HELPIING A LOT, it makes me feel full. It is not calorie FREE but is sugar free, and only has about 20 calories in each dose of the stuff. I have discovered that Kool-aid with about half the amount of sweetner that it calls for (I use the splenda type stuff) tastes pretty good and is CHEAP and the fiber stirs in okay. Try it, it really isn’t too bad at all. That and lots of liquid seems to be doing the trick to curb my appetite.
This “changing me” stuff is not just a “simple” one-thing effort, but is a broad-spectrum thing, with multiple things to work on, seemingly all at once! LOL I’ve also quit smoking and am actually doing well at that, though still sucking on a decreased dose of the nicotine lozenges, but I figure that is better than coughing myself blue every time I laugh.
With the weather (hopefully) coming on to spring (raining cats and dogs and donkeys today) I can get more exercise as well which will help with the depression and the weight and a lot of other things too. Just put one foot in front of the other and keep on trucking! (((hugs))))
Oxy,
You are too funny. Thanks for taking the time to write such helpful stuff. I’ve been feeling pretty raw lately and it has dawned on me how important NC is. I feel crazy if i talk to him. I actually had a phone consultation with one of the writers on this blog and it was an incredibly helpful conversation. This person even told me that if my spath gets married, it doesn’t mean anything. And I do have a feeling he may marry this new girl. Her family is rich and her father is a doctor. He looks for status. He can’t keep a job and I think is looking for a cozy future. But he highly educated and looks good “on paper” so I think people can be fooled by that. I hate this guy so much but if I don’t begin letting go, it will continue to consume me.
Dear Hopeful,
Sometimes this stuff is so CRAZY that the only thing we CAN DO is to laugh our arses off! (hug)))
witsend:
i was thinking about you and your son,
here is an article about oxytocin use in autistics. there was another about the same hormone being deficient in ASPD.
Do you think your son will take it?
Autism: Oxytocin Improves Social Behavior of Patients, French Study Finds
http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2010/02/100216221350.htm
Brain’s ‘Trust Machinery’ Identified
http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2008/05/080521120511.htm
Asperger Syndrome, Autism, And Empathy: Study Links 27 Genes
http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2009/07/090715101427.htm
Mike
I love the idea of a releasing meditation here on each exhale I can imagine swinging a big ole Wagner cast iron at all the men who put us here.
Batter Up! Ox, you’re Awesome! And so are we all.
LIG, keep faith in the notion that the *.*hole is blocking the arrival of something better and that your self love will open the door for it.
Call the bride’s dad’s office and ask if you have the Thorazine prescription transferred by his doc. That ought to just about do it.
If we any had known then what we are learning now, I am sure the entire world could be a different place.
The power of this collaberation ought to cause a shudder in the armies of evil who have hunted us as strays but who will be served justice, because we know what they are now.
Remember Abbie Hoffman’s Steal this Book? I have a new title idea How bout Steal this Love? Ladies, I think we could accomplish a real education.
What do you think?
Hopeful,
You talked about him marrying this gal. Remember. evem of he does, if hes a true P/S he can’t feel love so his intent is probably financial. My xP had married for money twice and I think that is what he was after with me.
Any woman who wants that ahole can have him, because he can not love and will only make any woman miserable in the long run!
remember that when you consider this new woman.
Interesting analogy….. Back when I was a preteen, admiring and being manipulated/abused by my mom’s P boyfriend and emotionally detached from pretty much everyone but my brother, I used to drop ants in spiderwebs for pretty much the above reason – boredom. Nothing against the ant or for the spider, and I was perfectly aware it was awful for the ant but didn’t care. By my early teens, my love for/attachment to my parents had returned, and I had started to make some friends as well. Not only did tormenting the ants no longer appeal to me, I actually felt quite guilty for what I had done previously.
Also, isn’t one red flag of an unhealthy codependent, for example, someone who violates their own ethics in order to enable/please their P partner? Or someone who goes into denial, letting themselves/other people get hurt so that they can satisfy their need for the P’s attention while ignoring reality? When they do this, are they any better than the P?
It also makes me wonder – Do I have some kind of P gene that, “nurtured” for more years by P parent-figures would have turned me into a P/S, but didn’t in the long term? I remember wishing that my brother would stop loving me, so that I could do whatever I wanted without hurting anyone I cared about – simply because that way I could cut myself off from caring about anyone. That way, I would be safe and in control – which I never was with the P(whose behavior I admired) around. It would have been a pretty empty, lonely existence to live though, and I escaped it.
And btw – I am not implicating my parents in the above post in any way, but I was alienated from both of them by the P. I wasn’t a true sociopath as a preteen because I was somewhat disturbed(but feeling mostly numb, which may actually have improved my decision-making) when I saw my mom go into a life-threatenening circulatory shock condition with her bodily fluids all over the floor. I woke up my brother, who called paramedics and was freaked out, while I got her a blanket and took care of her best I could as an 11 yr old. Never did find out what caused that in the first place, but I have some suspicions….