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 D. it is. I joked about it (I dont anymore) – that even walking down the street with him was like walking with a cross between Keith Moon and a chimpanzee. I want to keep up with him. I want to help him.
(I think I might be ADHD too actually:S)
Whirling Dirvish is about right.:)x
*additional thinks* “I think I might have/ am ADHD” but the non hyper kind, I was completely spaced and disorganised(though not in my room- but I think that was because mess=a ‘visit’ I was able to learn that) as a child and still zone out for no reason…it’s frustrating. its interesting that the more I learn about my son’s challenges the more I understand about what (may-because I still have seen no diagnosis other than ED telling me I was ‘troubled’ and schitzoid – projection much???) have been my own… the exhaustion of having a different kind of kid in the mix for a non s/n/p parent is enough to drive them to distraction… putting one (me) in the hands of a sadistic uncaring narc(ED)…. well no wonder I was having seven bells knocked out of me on a daily basis… what a dangerous cocktail:(…
Dear Blue,
I had son C dx at age 7 and they put him on ritalin and it made him a zombie. I took him off. Also tried the Dr. Feingold diet, from a book called “Why our kids are hyperactive” and the diet DID work with my son, REALLY well, but if difficult to do 24/7 and even ONE slip may set him back to hyperdrive for 6-8 weeks. I didn’t TELL him his diet had anything to do with his behavior, but told him it was “for allergies” and bless my heart if his allergies didn’t improve too, A LOT!
He still danced to a different drummer his entire life, but I got him an education and he is really good at his job which requires GREAT concentration.
My main success was getting him through school aged years ALIVE, he was not afraid of tackling anything. But he wasn’t “mean” or defiant and I expected him to behave in class, etc. He still wiggled a lot though.
Oxy, that’s a really encouraging post.
Son C is the good son:)x
I am not down with ritalin so far but still weighing pros and cons and trying to make a good decision for the best for him… he is improving and getting better at regulating himself as he gets older by himself and with encouragement… the main challenge, like you said, is finding a way for him to ‘get through’ school with what he needs and as happily as possible…
I am convinced that diet affects him, so that’s encouraging to hear too…although I find that even the school and other people ‘forget’ and give him sweeties and junk then I pick him up ‘vibrating’ and its an uphill battle into bed! He will always dance to the beat of his own drum…and that’s just fine with me:) along with his challenges…he is sweet and huggy and loves animals and has a million dollar imagination! Not mean or oppositional. Aaanyway. I’m going way off topic again;)x
Hi, Oxy. Yes, I thought that short story might remind you of your son in some ways. I agree with you. I didn’t feel sorry for Smith either. But I was amazed at the readers reviews. Most of them blamed class-wars, poverty and apathy on Smith’s condition….blamed the environment, and never mentioned the word, Psychopath. It’s just more evidence that the general public doesn’t know much about them. I wondered if Sillitoe had used the P’s methods, (like the pity ploy) to manipulate our feelings. I skimmed over it a second time, and one of the things I noticed was an us versus them mentality, and since the story is wriitten in the first person, the reader becomes a part of “US”. That’s interesting in itself, because somewhere on the web I read that associates of P’s become one of two things: victims or acomplices.
I’m glad you read the story. I miss being able to kick around
observations and ideas about fiction.
Yea, Kim, I see what you mean about the “us” vs “them” and you know, my son used that so much in his letters to the dupes/accomplices. In one instance he said “we will win, (against me) because there are more of us, we are smarter, and we are RIGHT” LOL
The way that Smith looks DOWN on the authorities and thinks they are stupid and “dead” to live the kind of lives they do, and seems to enjoy frustrating the cops, who KNOW he is guilty of the theft at the bakery but can’t prove it til his own plan to hide the money goes bad when the rain washes it out around the detective’s feet!
But still he is tight lipped so his buddy doesn’t also go away. I don’t understand that part of the thinking. My son would not rat out a buddy, but at the same time if there was a benefit to him he might, but My P-son is very adamant about abiding by the rules and not getting labeled a “snitch”—-maybe out of fear of retaliation, certainally not out of love.
I think you are right that associates become either accomplicses or victims, sometimes BOTH.
Oxy, I’m glad you brought that up…about Smith being glad his buddy got away with it. That did give me pause…but I think you’re right…I think if it benefitted him, he’d have thrown him under the bus in a heart-beat.
Hey, listen to this: if it’s not bad enough my older daughter had an affair with my x husband, who is the younger daughter’s father….my younger daughter is now friends with my first X-hub, whom I had not seen in over 25 years, since he abandoned our kids [older daughter/son’s father]and me. Yes, you read that correctly. She is friends with him and goes to visit him at his home and stays in guest bedroom [he and his GF are there]. What in the world????? She posts all over his FB and he posts on hers…suggestive humorous remarks, while I sit by like a dumbfounded idiot! I feel like this whole kid thing of mine is some soap opera night mare that I will awaken from and it will all be unreal! I cannot wrap my head around all this! HELP!
TB, jeez, it is a soap opera nightmare, I don’t get it either, why would she even want to be friends with him? If you haven’t seen him for 25 years, how did she meet him? The “suggestive humorous remarks” make me want to barf. Is this something you can ask her about, or will it explode in your face? I can’t really wrap my head around it either. Somebody HELP!!!
TB, Shabby, Ill tell you eXactly why they do it.
They are bitches, and shaping up to be spaths themselves. They think, “Whats the absolutely most horrible thing I can ever do to Mum?” Have sex with her first husband? No problem, if this is guaranteed to upset her TOTALLY,{what fun!!} then thats what Ill do. ” Remember, they have no feelings ,no consciense, no remorse, no guilt, and no compassion. They will wait till your most vulnerable, literally on your knees, them they will put the boot in, and stick the knife in and twist it. And you know what? They LOVE it! They ENJOY hurting us! They are SICk SICK SICK.!!! Are you questioning whether they ARE spaths? They ARE, otherwise, they wouldnt do it. And if they can get extra mileage by making you feel its all your fault, that your an unfit Mother,{as mine used to tell me all the time,}then,EVEN better!! Now you have guilt as well as sadness, fear, confusion, anger, and they are GLAD!!!Love, Gem.XX
Dear TB,
I hear you babe! I have decided that my biological kids, one P and one who has some real “issues”—I realized that everytime I don’t “cooperate with them” I.e. do what THEY want, they get together with anyone else they can find that for WHATEVER REASON might not like me—and “form a possee” to hunt me down or hang out together and play a ROUSING GAME of “AIN’T SHE A BITCH” and they all chip in with their stories of what A BITCH I have been to them.
Back going through the letters from P son to the “possee” which at that time consisted of my egg donor, my son C and his P: wife and the Trojan Horse Psychopath, son P suggested in a letter that they contact my dead step son’s “widow” cause she hates me. That is true, she did and probably still does hate me for turning her in to the welfare agency for CHEATING and filing for aid for dependent children when he BF (at that time) WAS SUPPORTING HER. She had asked me to sign her affidavit and I refused and she got someone else to sign it (and LIE) and when I found out, I called and turned her in for FRAUD. Guess she wouldn’t like me. He was suggesting anyone he could think of that wouldn’t like me that might be willing to lie in some form olf affidavit etc. RECRUIT everyone you can think of to join the POSSEE AGAINST MOM.
My son C, I realize now, had joined this “possee” or various incarnations of it several times in the past, and I always thought he had been “influenced” by others, but I am coming to the conclusion now that I was BLIND because it is ODD to me that EVERYTIME some 1-2 or 3 people got together to form a “let’s hunt down mom” Possee, he VOLUNTEERED for the possee, and until the possee went to jail or got into some other kind of major trouble with the law etc. he RODE hard with the possee and never once decided that he might ought to warn his “dear old mom” that there were “bad guys” after her!
He just kind of reminds me of my “Great Uncle Clyde” that when he would be taken prisoners while riding with the Confederates, would switch sides to the Union Blue, and then back again to the Confederates, whichever side he thought would be the easiest to fool. I never did have much respect for that whole bunch of the family and his kids were about as spineless as he was, and his grandkids too. The rest of the family at least sided with ONE side or the other and STUCK to it….
You know, TB that’s the thing, our kids join the “foreign devils” and talk about us (or worse!) behind our backs, then send a messanger across the “battle lines” that they want a TRUCE and then when we come in waving a white flag, they SHOOT US DOWN!
Well, I don’t know about you, my dear, but I am DUN FALLIN’ FER THEIR LIES and I’m not about to let them trick me into thinking that they have “Switched sides” again. You know, there ain’t nuttin’ worse than a TRAITOR or “double agent.” They fink out both sides at the same time. That’s why they HANG TRAITORS AND DOUBLE AGENTS in war time. Neither side can trust them. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice (or three times or 100) and SHAME ON ME!!!!!