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.)
There you are schick!!!!!!!!!!! thank you!!
thanks to your honesty too Oxy
You know I got to thinking about “double agents” and that Doctor who was from Egypt who got through all the baracades and security to blow up several CIA agents and himself….he was a “double agent” and our intelligence community thought that they were using him to spy on the other guys and in fact, he was working for the other guys too. (Obviously, after he blew himself up to kill the Americans)
He had convinced the Americans to TRUST him, after he had been caught with his toe in the other pool, and the Americans had, they thought, “turned him”—How many times have we all caught our Psychopaths or other toxic individuals lying or working for the “enemy” and we thought we had “TURNED” them to be on our side, and then before we could say “Double O 7” they turned on us like a snake!?
Kim, regarding “Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner,” I didn’t read the story but I saw the movie when I was in college in the late 60s. It was a story about the class structure in England, and calling Smith a “borstal boy” was something like naming him a punk from the inner city slums. Smith was a hero in that movie because he was a rebel who refused to collaborate in any way with a system that condemned him to an existence of poverty and hard labor, or criminal life and prison. He knew that, by that refusal, he was disassociating himself from every community, and would take his lumps alone. But that was the choice he made.
Yes, no question, he looks like a sociopath from our perspective as people healing from encounters with people who have no loyalties, except to themselves. But from my perspective, he’s also a good example of the way sociopaths are made by environmental circumstances. With his temperament and a different set of opportunities, he might have been a different sort of hero.
Apologies if this doesn’t match the short story. I just looked it up, and I’ll try to read it tomorrow.
You are all so right!
How my daughter met my x: on FB. She knows his nephew and was friends with him [thru my son-her half brother]. Personally: I don’t think she has slept with him as my older daughter did this daughter’s dad. [say that fast five times!] But, I do think she contacted him because of this. Kinda a payback for her half sister sleeping with her dad. In the meantime, it’s mom that gets the beating because of the old dead bones they dig up. Sheesh! I sit and just shake my head in total amazement. I cannot relate…just impossible. She says she likes him…he’s funny and smart…which he is…and also a psycho.
Oxy: what a nightmare for you too!! But, I have to confess….you had me howling with laugher talking about your “Great Uncle Clyde”!!
Gawd, it’s just so bizarre!!! I know my sister got treated awful by her x husband and son….she used to say she was going down to the bus station and get a family!!! ahahahahaaaa!
Kathy, read the story, it is a short read but well worth it, I think the movie didn’t follow the “spirit” of the story.. Many times they don’t.
TB–yea, you are the BIATCH! It is all YOUR fault, TB, you you might as well go buy you an iron skillet and start pounding yourself on the head. It will ALWAYS be your fault, you are a no-good-low-life-creep and they are well rid of you. And, if you don’t believe it, JUST ASK EM!!!!!
Maybe we could all go down to the local wino shelter and pick us out a BETTER FAMILY than the one nature gave us. ROTFLMAO choke, snort, sniff, gawwfffff, ROTFLMAO again.
BTW, I think we need to watch out though, “Great Uncle Clyde’s” offspring are down that way, they usually sleep under the I-40 bridge, but on these cold nights they probably went to the shelter!
Gosh, this is saturday night, the moon is darn near full, and I am getting silly again! It has been a LONG WEEK FOLKS, but I am about ready to send the package off on Monday! I’m gonna go to the liquor store and buy me a first class bottle of $6 wine and celebrate! WHOOPIE!!!
Kathleen, yes, I get all that….You’re not wrong in your interpretation, however, it’s interesting to see it from this new perspective, this being able to SEE psychopathy.
Having been a Lit major, I’m fully aware of the class struggle and the poverty issue, and being someone who has an over abundance of the ability to put myself in anothers shoes, I probably would have, in the past seen Smith as the great (anti) hero, but my point was, that Sillitoe manages to heroize a psychopath….how does he do it? The same way psychopaths ingratiate themselves in our lives.
This is in no way a critisism of the author. Quite to the contrary. I think it proves that He’s a master…And I think he knows full well what he’s doing.
Does that mean the story’s Not about class struggle? Does it mean it’s not about poverty and deprivation, and resistance toward an oppressive system…NO. It IS about those things.
I think you are right…he is an example of how psychopaths are made by environment….but, that perspective is precisely the manipulation I’m talking about…..:)
Haven’t we all felt sorry for them, or wanted to fix them or rescue them from a sad, or deprived childhood? Haven’t we wanted to understand them and love them and make it right?
Haven’t we all been totally frustrated in our efforts? Wouldn’t it be better if we just said…hmmm, psychopath! I hate it for him, but I’m not throwing myself in front of THAT train?
I think, studying Literature with my new found set of interpetive skills, is a risk free way of learning to protect myself and SEE with new eyes.
Oh, and another thing the author does, is give Smith the courage of his convictions…he is willing to sacrifice for what he considers the truth…Notice how his ideas of truth are somewhat skewed from the “in-laws” ideas of truth. Isn’t that just totally psychopathic….in the sense that they see themselves as heros with a cause, and are totally loyal to that cause even though it’s out of sync with the rest of the world…that they manage to justify their behavior, even heroize themselves by always remaining steadfast and true?
Sheeesh.
Okay, I’m on a rant….
Who besides a psychopath spends all his time in confinement plotting how to buck the system, even at his own behest?
Situated in our progressive society, someone in juvenile detention might see the error of his ways, and determine to do better…might make use of his time studying for his GED, or get some job training, or even figure out how to utilize the skills he has…like being a long distance runner for profit…As I recall, Smith IS given this opportunity, but chooses to plot against the system, instead.
My X spent an enormous amount of energy each day, scrounging around, picking up scrap metal, finding stuff on the side of the road, raking someone’s yard, etc. etc. etc…
So he had money for beer and cigarettes. Was very proud of the fact that he answered to nobody…Was too GOOD to work at menial labor, (like I did).
I choose to “make the customer happy” all day long, one after another, for tips. SMILE, SMILE, SMILE. I’m SOO damn happy tp be making YOU happy.
But I did it because I liked to eat. And I liked having a place to sleep, out of the rain…I guess he liked those things too, but he had me to do it for him…I was one of those things he had picked up off the side of the word and made use of…He was clever, not like the rest of us sods, who had to work for a living.
Kim Frederick you said
“Wouldn’t it be better if we just said”hmmm, psychopath! I hate it for him, but I’m not throwing myself in front of THAT train?”
YES! YES! YES! Once we have the tools to spot them…or as soon as we realize what we are dealing with – we must must must take a stand for OURSELVES not THEM and get out of the way of the oncoming train.
We can tell by actions – by getting that weird feeling in our stomach – by trusting our instinct once we have really found our own place of strength and conviction — WE CAN STAND OUR OWN AND PASS THEM BY…
You also said…
“I think, studying Literature with my new found set of interpetive skills, is a risk free way of learning to protect myself and SEE with new eyes”
Awesome! I would also replace the word “Literature” with “life and others” — take the time to look at actions, listen to words, SEE with our new eyes…not what we believed the world to be…but what the world is…full of EVERYTHING from A to Z and good to bad…yes there are bad people but there are good people too…once we know the difference and how to spot the red flags and ACT on them –life really does get easier !
Great rant btw…one of my pet peeves about my ex was how unmotivated he was – how he had to cut corners at everything — live on the edge — never knowing where his next dime was coming from ( BY CHOICE HE LIVED THAT WAY, NOT BY CIRCUMSTANCE) he always had to say he was SELF-EMPLOYED – couldnt sit behind “a desk and do nothing all day” for a paycheck — oh but he could sit on his couch and easily do nothing all day. He would take the crappiest odd and ends jobs from friends/old co-workers at odd jobs would hook him up with something else that he could make his own hours — and make barely any money..he lived on hope and goodness of others — LITERALLY.
But here is the dark cloud in their “cleverness” I do believe inside he felt worthless – felt like a loser – had nothing going for him – ALL AT HIS OWN CHOICE. BUT he portrayed it off in his pathological way that he was on top of the world king of the world because he wasnt a 9 to 5er like I was… they are internally self-destructive while externally appearing like self-made millionaire –all the while writing bad checks and living off others.