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.)
Great ananlogy of the child and the spider. I have also read and experienced that for every cruel blatant act the Sociopath does, there is a small act of “kindness” and “love” that inevidebtly lure the victim into it’s toxic claws.
In the case of the child and the spider, the child might have started out with curiosity of the unseaming spider that just happened to be there but later because of his conciouss upbringing…..lured the spider with the “act of kindness and compassion” by offering it food. this would certainly have entrapped the spider into the close proximaty of the child, and the spider would unsuspectantly not been aware of the malicious fun the child had in mind.
I think I can relate to this very well….as I was allways entrapped with acts of kindness and “love” only to have my legs ripped appart while I was eating it up.
Steve –
I didnt mean to digress … I thought your article was spot on – in the way Sociopaths “think”…
Would love to see an article on the way Empaths “think”….
I “thought” one way for the longest time in my life…and then after being exposed to a Sociopath and caught up in the way they think and do….I learned to “think” and “see” life in a different light (especially mine and the lack of protection and self-awareness as it related to my choices with others.
As Slimone said “I too am feeling so good about being, in my way of thinking, more awake to myself and the world” ( Thats awesome stuff)
But in order to get there – I had to WANT TO improve my ways and my way of “thinking”
SO DO THEY – they dont seem to want to..or have the tools to know they can.. (if they can, I guess)
Great article and metaphor.
This is a very special child”A child without the restrain of “CONSCIENCE”
Awesome article again, Steve
Not to diminish the impact of your thoroughly appropriate analogy, but daddy long leg spiders give me the heeby-jeebies!
I remember staring in horrified fascination at one of their nests cradled in the corner of my Aunt’s country cabin when I was a little girl. My skin crawled then and it still does just thinking about that grotesque spider. shudder…
So weird. I have 0 problem handling tarantulas, caressing their soft fur but put a virtually harmless daddy long legs in front of me and I’m moving in hyper speed to get away.
Ok, so sorry I veered off track from the article’s purpose.
All and sundry know exactly how much I hate psychopaths and their minions. Just take a gander at what I wrote on another thread regarding my sci-fi revenge fantasy.
Unrealistic and improbable though it seems, I would jump at the chance to help rid the world of the fiends. I would. Really.
Hi,
I have been thinking about the correlation in the behaviours and ‘effects’ on those around them (their children on the most part) that my ED and my ‘imaginary sister’ have in common.
My imaginary sister has had no less that 5 children in care either permanently or at some point. the one she keeps is her ‘supply’ … I am seeing now its in a very similar way to how my daughter has become ‘supply’ for the ED.
What’s interesting (I SO need a better word like..gut wrenching or revolting) is that from the interactions I have had with her, though few, I notice how ‘like’ my ED she is in speech and mannor and general effect on the people who’s lives she’s ‘touched’.
This woman was taken into care at a young age and spent the most percentage of her life away from the daily influnce of ED. from age 3.
So DIRECT nurture, by a person with sociopathic/ narcissistic? tendancies is out? Or was the damage done by 3? *addition*(cant belive I left it out*she came back in her teens for a few months. which I remembered – hence the imaginary*
What I do KNOW is that she has been DIAGNOSED with MBP by British medical professionals. Weather that’s all they are able and comfy with diagnosing and she IS also a P/S/N i dont know.
http://kidshealth.org/parent/general/sick/munchausen.html#
What I also DONT know is how she got to behave SO much like the ED (different play, same script) unless it WAS genetic…??
Just my thinks. I am a bit ‘out there’ at the moment. Anyone want to join some dots for me? ( or tell me there are none to join!) you are always so welcome you lovely voices of reason and experience!x
Insightful article , Steve !!!!
Some days he taunts me – like sitting right behind me at our sons’ wrestling match, sometimes he tortures me – frequent e-mails pointing out my inadequacies as a mother . some days he is silent – as if he is planning and plotting his next move.
He enjoys my discomfort , my response , my reactions .
The less I react – the more bold he gets.
He has now reverted to dropping his O/W off next door – without care who sees him. Sad ……. it is hard to watch for me and I don’t want my children to see it.
But he seems to enjoy pulling on my nerves – like the spiders legs – one by one .
Like this article a bunch! Thank goodness we are not as small and helpless as the spider and with our knowledge of the sociopath we have a way of escape or even to a certain extent to fight back. As a child and as an adult I saved the spiders from my sister and mother who feared them. They have a right to breathe too! 😉
Hey Newlife!
I had a thought, maybe you can pretend that the tiny little things he does bothers you greatly (when they don’t of course) and perhaps that will stop him from dong greater things.. if he thinks you are super week? I don’t know. BUT if you show absolutely no sign of pain that he is trying to cause he may soon see that you are tough and won’t stand for it he may cower away.. I find sociopaths shows great signs of cowardice.
I suppose it depends on who you are.. myself, I am a fighter but I know that it is fruitless to fight with him so he doesn’t get one anymore. It helps I am armored with knowledge. Thanks again Lovefraud!!
Good one Steve, Essentially they think only “for themselves” and their impulses. Period. With hindsight I can now unravel all the time he would drop some bomshell- or very scary scenario- or massive unfixable problem on me and discuss it very cooly and without emotion, watching me get uncomfortable, worried, paniced, I though it was his “macho” I can handle stress thingy.
But no, it was all malice, all forethought, and truelly sadistic pleasure he was taking, by FABRICATING the problem and leaving me to live with it. Over and over. Then a little break, a little hoo-haw- I have saved the day aren’t I grand from him, and the pattern in a metter of months would repeat.
What a sad shallow disordered person needs to live a make believe life in a make believe world in order to feel powerful. It is only lately that I am seeing what a very INSECURE person needs to be under the skin of these people…while they project omnipotence- it covers up I believe a deep deep awareness of their own emptiness. A void that can never be filled, hench the drama, the infliction of pain, the risk taking, the cheating, the excitement of having one over on people, the thrill of getting away with it, replace normal function.
I remember that mine once said, when I asked why he never discussed how he felt about stuff said simply ” I don’t have any feelings”.
That was when I coined the term “emotional autism” to describe him…not yet knowing the deliberate agony he was causing me- the physcological poison he was feeding me everyday.
And no, it is never about us. We are totally interchangeable objects of amusement- just like the spider was.
Peace
Dear Blue,
My P-son is SOOOO like my sperm donor that it is unbelieveable, in his stance, his hand writing, not so much actually in physicall appearance but more in the way he talks, the way he says things, and when he is not “conning” someone he talks like him. Just so much in common. Son C actually is a PHYSICAL ringer for the sperm donor, and so am I for that matter, you can’t tell the baby and small kids pictures apart except I am obviously a girl and the clothes are different, everything else is the same.
My sperm donor’s first cousins are dead ringers for him as well, so the physical thing is obviously a strong genetic thing. But SO are the P-genes, but I actually think that came via my sperm donor’s Egg Donor. I never knew her but from ALL the stories I have heard about her narcissism, lack of compassion, cruelty and so On I have NO DOUBT this woman was a psychopath.
Her father, that she did NOT grow up around, was a bigimist and had been married 4 times that I know of, twice at once and had children by all 4 women. My GM was from the second wife. Don’t know what happened to first wife.
My P-son NEVER even met my sperm donor! Not once. So how could he ACT like him if there were not genetics involved, how could he THINK like him if there were no genetics involved?
But I DO NOT think it is DESTINY, I think at some point in his life he had CHOICES, but now that he has made them and “gotten a reward” from those choices even if that reward was just a feeling of superiority and dominance, it is SET IN STONE, and h e cannot change because he doesn’t want to.
It is like the drunk or addict that is so far gone with alcohol or drugs that there is NO hope they will ever try to get clean, they don’t want to. No matter what, they will sell their souls or anyone else’s soul for drugs even if it kills them in the process.
I have seen addicts with big horrible infections on their arms and legs and feet (shooting up between the toes or the jugulalr veins!!!) and still shooting up while they are dying with sepsis.
My P-son knows how to “behave” as he said in one of the letters I read lately that he wrote, but he also wrote it was “fun” breaking the rules in the prison and telling the warden to “shove it up his XXXX arse” he even said he could follow the rules but he didn’t thinkk breaking them would hinder his parole anyway. What kind of LOGIC is that?