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.)
I’m sorry that I haven’t replied to some of the posts here sooner (isp problems). I just wanted to say a big thank you to all those generous wise souls for validating my pain. I always feel better when I’m here.
….and to One_step: no matter what I say, it will be inadequate… I wish I could be there physically for you and take away the pain…either rant at me or by letting off steam and giving me an uppercut..
So this will have to do
HUGS
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Knowledge,
After he finished grad school at Harvard he was homeless and said he was a “squatter” and he was smoking pot and playing video games and his gf at the time was giving him 20 dollars a day. I told him that it must have been hard for him in that situation, and he said it wasn’t. There were also times when he said to me, “you would never be a sugar momma would you?” He tried borrowing money from me and I flat out refused. I also found checks written to him from a friend about the same time I declined. My therapist said that she can definitely see him deciding that he’s getting older (he’s almost 39) and getting married to appear normal. And he is def. very status conscious and so his new woman’s family is from an affluent suburb and her father is a doctor. I Know this man cannot feel love. There is no way you can do those things to people and feel anything remotely close to the love that “normal” people can feel. Intellectually, I know all this stuff, but having a difficult time emotionally still. I want him to rot. Thanks for the comments, Knowledge!! hugs!!
hopeful~
Dear Mike,
It seems the problem with the oxytocin in the ps is the lack of receptors rather than the lack of the hormone. This is the bonding hormone, if you will look through Dr. Leedom’s articles she has a GREAT article on some of the research about this natural hormone in bonding.
As far as Witty’s son, he refused to take any medication, there “is nothing wrong with me!” was his attitude. Defiant.
Dear Sweetcynic,
Glad you are here and posting, thanks for sharing. I don’t think I can answer your questions, but I think all children to one extent or another at one young age or another, do destructive things to insects or property, maybe even animals. I remember when my two year old cold cocked a kitten we had (cat was literally retarded after that) but I used the event to try to show him that animals feel pain too, but I’m not sure that kids even up to 5-6 really “get it” about empathy, but at least we can do our best to tell them and show them that “it isn’t okay to hit kitty” or brother or whatever they are doing.
I’m not sure what relationship “your” psychopath had to you/your family, but I agree that “enablers” do many times do ANYTHING to try to please their abuser, even do nasty things to others. I call this “psychopath by proxy” which is the case with the woman who gave me birth. She is very free in trying to punish me for thwarting my P-son’s schemes. So, yes, she is acting like a psychopath in her toxic enabling, but I think the motivation is different, and I think she has more choice in the matter than he does at this point, maybe not. She is 80+ yrs old and I think her mind and judgment might also be going.
I think it doesn’t really matter (to use) whether the person is a psychopath or “just” a toxic enabler, anyone who is TOXIC to us should not be in our lives.
Dear Hopeful,
When he was saying “you would never be a sugar momma would you?” He was feeling you out right then and if he had thought you would have been (or have been rich enough to keep in the style he would LIKE to become accustomed to) he would have taken you up on it. LOL
It sounds to me like he is just a LEECH or a maggot!@....... I hope his new wife and her family catch on before they loose too much money and time. You know, though, many families that do have financial security got there by WORKING for it and they may not be so inclined to GIVE him a FREE ride for very long at all. So he may not get what he thinks he will get just because he is smart. Did he REALLY graduate from Harvard or is this just another of his lies? Might check that out!~
hey there Oxy Ox,
She isn’t his wife, I was just saying that my therapist was saying she wouldn’t be surprised since he might be panicking about getting older. And she IS what he requires as far as status and all. He needs someone to make him look good because he is such a loser. Good call about him feeling me out! He totally was, after I thought about it in retrospect He definitely did go to Harvard for grad school and also college at U of Chicago, basically the ivy- league of the midwest. I saw his pics from grad school on graduation day. If you were to talk to him, he’s incredibly intelligent Also, you made an excellent point about the family working hard and all, and hopefully that is true. All I know is I emailed this girl and gave her the gist of his behavior which was utterly horrendous, cruel ….you know the deal…and I welcomed her to call me if she needed more information. She promptly blocked me on facebook, so he clearly has her duped. I know exactly the angle he’s playing—confessing all his sins in order to look sincere and reformed. I can’t stand even thinking about it. Leech and Maggot is right, Oxy, and those are his good points!!! Towanda!! hehehehehe 😀
I don’t know the answers about myself, much less someone else, either. I do think that much more can be gained through prevention though. For example, I’ve read that certain environmental factors such as fetal alcohol exposure/early childhood lead exposure can induce sociopathic behavior, sometimes with and sometimes without a substantial iq decrease. It would be interesting to see which brain regions’ damage induce sociopthy. If oxytocin reception is an issue, I wonder if conduct-disordered children could improve if given medication to improve oxytocin reception(much as ssris improve serotonin reception). I do remember reading a study indicating that the most sociopathic 2% of college students were not affected by taking oxytocin, while the other 98% were. But then, if someone is still sociopathic by college age, they probably always will be.
Dear Sweetcynic,
I suggest you go back through the articles written by Dr. Leedom here, there are several great articles of the science behind some of the studies on Ps that might interest you. I think those articles will answer most or all of your questions above, about both genetics and environment. Most of these issues have been discussed here already, but basic bottom line is there is at this time NO medication or therapy that helps them to a significant degree, though it might help lower some of their physical abuse, but even then, who would want to be involved with one?
Stay around and read Dr. Leedom’s articles, I think you will find them interesting.
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/02/21/us/21bishop.html?ref=todayspaper
what do you folks think? S/P?
something else?
One step,
I think a P! Whatever she is, she is one screwed up chick!
Thanks oxy,
i’m going thrugh the archives now. i don’t know why i seem to consider both as similar disorders… perhaps because at one point i was unable to give or receive love and i have only just began to bond with my parents and others at about eight years old. before then my parents were little more than a source of food for me.
but i also had no inclination towards betrayal, manipulation or violence, i just had nothing there.. nothing positive, but nothing really negative either. thoughts. intricate thoughts.. but no real emotion.
i watched the world like a spectator. i had no opinions, no judgements, no concerns, no real sense of self either for i did not even exist.
once i had a real sense of others AND then myself only when i emerged more out of autism’s tight grip to be able to explore and interact with the world around me only then was i capable of loving and truly feeling…
folks those of you that thinks it’s a curse to be empathic..
it’s a gift..
the world is something else altogether when involved in it and not cut off into nothingness..
you are not truly alive unless you have loved. for many young years where i felt little to nothing, i simply barely existed.
emerging from autism was a gift. it was like G-d nodding my way and saying now my son here’s an answer to your question.
something started to grow inside and the world seemed more interesting. those people who were nothing more than routine became so much more to me.
my mother spinning plates alongside me to enter my world. one day i took the plate from her, this strange person, this strange part of my everyday routine …her voice and movements that i’ve gotten used to, this strange entity spinning plates with me in her desperate attempt to reach me… i was nearly eight years old when i really looked her THAT day giving her my eyes taking her in, wanting to reach out to her, feeling fear for the first time as I realized I loved her. overwhelming rush of both pleasure and pain struck me as i locked eyes. pain too for it hurt just as much.
but feeling something was something so much different than feeling nothing..
i can not imagine anyone wanting to remain in that void..
i think i must realize that there is something completely different about our(autists/socios) disorders..
for if they felt nothing like we (autistics) did at some point than there would be no joy in deliberately hurting others, or doing some od the things they do…
Mike