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 just want to send out much love and hugs to all my hurting LF friends tonight…….
There is so much pain and processing going on…..I don’t think anything I could say would be helpful…..except….
Your ALL in my thoughts and stick with it peeps……take a breeeaaaatttthhhhh……and love yourselves!
XXOO
EB
Kim: affair started during her mid teen years and I suspect continued on, in some form, for most of the marriage [hind sight]. She really became an angry, jealous girl during puberty and basically has not changed since. She has love/hate friendships with all her GF’s and I would not doubt some of their hubs too. I sure hope not, but do fear it’s possible. More likely only the females of whom she is extremely jealous [and she is beautiful herself]. I had her when very young, so was always a young mom and possibly that fueled her jealousy towards me. She has just hated me from about 13 forward. [said I should look like Aunt Bee on Mayberry-that’s what moms look like….]
Oxy: thanks for tea and ice pack-using it now! LOL
I know, but I was coerced into believing she wanted reconciliation [family member] and was very sorry. BLAH, BLAH, BLAH! I do love my daughter and it breaks my heart to be alienated from her. Proverbs says: a mother’s heart is always with her children. Tis true.
I am sorry you have been thru so much pain with your son! It’s just so hard to believe our kids can feel/do these things to us! You are right tho…NC!
Stargazer: you are also correct on forgiveness. While I believe forgiveness is essential to healing, it does NOT mean contact with these people. They are just too abusive.
Gemini: Words of wisdom in your post! Yeah, my daughter called me a drama queen too. Will see how drama plays out w/o me anymore. Maybe she and her attorney BF can make up and crack each other’s heads with coffee pots. Bleh. 🙁
EB:Thanks for the love! Same in return!
Hugs to each and every one of you! Thanks for standing by me…and Oxy’s boink! 🙂
blueskies,
Actually Blue, I’m sorry…I should have known that this would have been a triggering subject.
I was just trying to make a few suggestions and in the process I thought I might have hurt the posters feelings by them thinking I was being judgemental towards them. And of course that was not my intention at all.
If you are going through a rough time I hope you will continue posting….Sometimes that is the best time to post. The time we need to spill it all out. And not keep it all inside.
xxxx
Dear TB,
Yes, darling, it is heart breaking, and when they or someone else tries to REEL YOU IN, just remember there is a HOOK IN THAT BAIT. I have tons of letters from my X-son-P telling me how much he loves me and would do for me, and ya da, ya da, and him telling his brother C that he should “get over” being mad at the Trojan Horse P for screwing his wife, after all they are FRIENDS and the TH=P could’t have done that if my son C had been a good husband—blaming the freaking victim!
He goes on and on about LOYALTY TO FAMILY (and the TH-P was his family, though not blood) but then in the same letter goes into to how I SHOULD BE PERSECUTED BECAUSE I HAVE A BRAIN TUMOR (he knows it is there though he isn’t a doctor, he says) So since I am SICK and dying (supposedly) it is okay to run me off, run D off (because he won’t help the TH-P smuggle contraband into the prison for X-son-P, and yea, it is a FELONY but you know what, if he was loyal he would do it.)
And he does NOT GET THE CONTRADICTIONS in “loyalty” to family but “persecute mom” bit. He calls me Osama-my-mama, isn’t that cute! LOL All the while he is sending me letter telling me of his love for me. SHEESH! TB—it took me pounding on Gem’s head to get it through her head that her daughters do not love her, and bless her heart, at the end when I would talk to Lily on the phone she still held on to the hope her kids would love her. Before she became so critically ill she was working on accepting the truth, but when she became so frail and sick and ill and confused all she wanted was them to love her.
It isn’t about “forgiving” them, but about TRUSTING them again. We can forgive them, get the bitterness and malice against them out of our hearts, but the DISAPPOINTMENT I think will be there, because we did love those sweet children when they were llittle and had hopes and aspirations for them as adults and for the relationship we wanted with them as adults. I DID NOT HAPPEN. It AIN’T GONNA happen, unless we ALLOW them to continue to abuse us.
I’m tired of the abuse and I have “given up the MALIGNANT HOPE which was eating me like a cancer” every time I got up some hope and then got it dashed again. As long as I KNOW what to expect, even if it is bad, I can deal with it, it is when I got to hoping and wishing and then believing and then got SLAMMED IN THE HEAD AGAIN that I suffered.
That kind of unrealistic hope is llike being “kind” to a puppy by cutting its tail off AN INCH AT A TIME. Hell, just DO IT and GET IT OVER WITH. I think this whole deal with the parole is helping me come to even a better closure than I had before, I think it has caused me to have to really reach DOWN to the depths of my soul over this thing, but I can now read those letters and even transcribe parts of them for the attorney and not feel anything but DISGUST for this MAN, he is no longer the fantasy son I dreamed of, but the real, disgusting, low-scum-bag psychopathic killer and liar that I know he is. NO DOUBT.
Gem is coming to accept that she is not the crazy one and she is filled with justifable anger at the things she has allowed them to do to her for as long as I have let my son do things to me. It’s hard sweetie, I know it is and Gem did, but I don’t want to keep up that false hope to the end of my life and die in regrets and emotional pain from not getting it settled now while I am still (more or less) sane! ((((hugs))))) and my prayer for you always!
Interesting stuff about your son oxy….. I think with anyone, P or not, the best predictor of future behavior is past behavior, especially long term patterns. The alcoholic who promises they’ll quit drinking for the thousandth time isn’t terribly reliable either. The difference though is that they may at least make some kind of sincere but half-hearted effort at it.
Well, if my past behavior is an indicator of my future behavior, I AM SCREWED! LOL ROTFLMAO
But you are right, we CAN change our behavior, but they see NO need to. They do not get it, and think things are just fine with THEM, it is us who is the problem! LOL
I’m making a LOT OF CHANGES, almost 180 degrees of changing, and it is difficult. From quitting smoking to losing weight, to setting boundaries and it isn’t easy to do all at once, so I am taking it one step at a time, and sometimes I fall, but I am getting back up and trudging on.
The KEY ingredient to changing your behavior is to be TIRED of the old results and realize that your choices led you to those results so maybe YOUR choices need to be examiined. They are unable to do that.
blueskies, beautiful blueskies – you are so inoffensive, don’t worry, and witty is strong and compassionate.
xo
one step
Blueskies – you have amazing influence in your posts – especially to HOC the other day..and to many others along the way…You have a way about you that is so right to the point – in a gentle caring endearing way. Dont you dare go too far away 🙂 take time to re-group, de-stress, re-connect and I look forward to seeing your insightfulness soon!!
Witsend – your strength and compassion (as one-step pointed out) is equally evident through your posts. You always always know what to say and say it so well… I always feel comforted after reading many of your posts to others – comforted that we all really are going to get through this and will be okay. Thank you for sharing all that you do too!
This is truly a special place with some of the most special souls all over the world! xoxo
i agree with learnthelesson -and when i win the lottery we are going to have that big lovefraud party…
Thank you so much witsend, lovely LTL, One-step and Henry x
LTL: Taking time to re-group, de-stress, re-connect (with the NOW not the past) is EXACTLY what I need to do.
And I am going to do it.
Reading HOC’s posts incensed me (I literally had to go and lie down and try to breathe after posting to her)… because I felt she doesn’t care about herself. I connected it to the utter waste of my daughter’s friend’s life. I connected it to myself. I’ve been like that. I incensed myself.
The spanking thing – reconnects to another post I commented on that Henry just pointed out – “Emotional blindness” and the sociopath. The anger I came back here with towards the ED for ‘breaking me in so well’ as a child has no where to go but out into the ether… no amount of wishing someone would leave roller-skates on her stairs is going to change what happened… and it hurts me even more to think like that. I have become the sort of person who wishes roller-skates on people??:(
I am incensed by my niece. She is using me.
Something has occurred to me: when my Niece leaves at the end of the week it will be the first time in my entire life that I will be standing apart without being in some way or another drained directly by someone else… or with the deep and desperate desire to be protected by someone else…I cant really explain what I mean at the moment…
Something like:
The ED = lesson in surviving (I survived)
The SP= lesson in being real seeing the reality (breaking down those survival mechanisms ouch!)
The Niece = lesson in what is okay for me NOW (can I really find my own EB stand up in your own space Mojoathon?)
Now this pesky anger…I feel like I want to go out into the woods and ROAR it all out!
part of my life finally being delivered by ME into MY lap is that I am experiencing birth pains right now.
That’s about as much ‘sense’ as I can make today:Sx out with the incense in with the sense please blue!
(…Or maybe incense would help…and a little whale song.)