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.)
LTL, Yep.
I always felt that mine had 0 self esteem, too….That he had no confidence, no skills, and felt a lot of self-loathing, so he didn’t even want to try…
But even if he did get a job, he’d quit within a week or two. He didn’t like the way the boss treated him, or he couldn’t make a living on that paldry sum of money….or something.
Like I said, I kissed the customers asses tell I thought my lips would freeze in that tight little pucker…because I wanted lights, hot water, and a pot of chicken soup.
I’ve got to tell you, that was my biggest problem with him.
I didn’t like my job, but I HAD to do it. He NEVER did a damn thing he didn’t want to.
He’d seep under a pier at the beach, before he’d work for a living….And get this….He and I, and a room-mate lived together for a while. Well, as usual, he promised to pay rent, as he had a temporary job with his brother, moving a family down south, and we were behind. So room-mate and I believed everything would be okay when he returned. Well…he came home without a dime and bumming cigarettes.
Room-mate and myself decided, enough was enough…kicked him out. His mom and dad and a brother, all lived in our town, but instead of going there, we found him curled up around a pine-tree in the front yard, in the morning. It was the dead of winter…24* that night. Needless to say, we let him in….
Other times I kicked him out, he’d take the window unit out and climb right on in. I never called the cops. STUPID.
I guess we were doing some crazy dance together and in some sick way, I was glad to see him…Lord.
kim frederick,
Probably his family didn’t take him in because they were fed up him using them. Probably he climbed in your window because he thought you would let him. It reminds me of when my mom would call the police on her P for hitting her, they’d tell him to leave, and he’d be back 20 minutes later. I once considered(at age 11) calling the cops again when he came back, but I didn’t – not because I was afraid of his reaction, but because I was afraid of her reaction.
Kim, I completely agree with you on how some of these P’s can’t and won’t work for the man. Perhaps its just that if they are taking orders then they are not the ones giving them. Besides, when they have others to live off of whats the point.
They are truly the scum of society. Its sad to see but at the same time they create it themselves and stay there by choice.
Life is about choices all around, I Choose NOT to ever get involved with another lowlife, no matter how enchanting they may appear to be, how much love they say they have for me, I am going to be watching for warning signs and heeding them in my life from now on. We can take this knowledge and enlightenment we now have and use it to our advantage to NEVER fall for it again!
Dear Kim and LTL,
Great rant KIM, and yep, some GREAT INSIGHT TOO—-and that thing you said, Kim, about “lookiing at the story through different eyes” I am entirely THERE with going through my P-son’s letters to me, and to the TH-P and SEEING CLEARLY the MAN on the other side of that pen, and he is NOT the sweet little boy that I had been imagining.
I almost feel like someone who picks someone off a dating site and has this passionate correspondence with him, all the time imagining the wonderful man on the other end of the correspondence and then WOW, she meets the REAL MONSTER that has been writing these love letters.
At the time Jef Dalmer died, he had PASSIONATE LETTERS going between him and 14 different women who were ALL devestated that he was not in love with ONLY them. It was all a big con and these poor women were so starved for love that they IMAGINED this wonderful man who had been “wrongly convicted” loving them. And only them!
It is what psychopaths DO. Even if it is to their own hurt, like Smith losing the race to deprive the “in-laws” (honest people) of their win. Smith’s thinking was skewed completely compared to the people who worked for a living. He didn’t just want to not try to be honest, but he looked down on and despised them as “dead” and Worthless because they had the benefits of their work (better housing etc) but he had the “freedom” they didn’t have.
Kim this is a great story and I think it was a great link and discussion. Makes me feel like I am back in college Lit class. Good thoughts on this stroy that is especially valid for this blog. THANKS!!!! And, yes, it is a painless and riskless way to “study” them.
When we put together our “Psychopaths iin Lit” class, this will be required reading! TOWANDA
Seetcynic, no, his parents were the quinessential enablers. They were/are the most giving people, very knd and good…but…he always had them to fall back on…so never really had to develope a sense of responsibility. But then, I suppose I enabled him, too.
When I finally did get out, I had to mentally prepare myself for his getting into a new relationship right away, because I knew he would, and it wasn’t really jealiousy because I didn’t want him, but I knew he’d still be getting away with it.
It flat-out pisses me off that he can live like that, like a ten year old.
Just heard a funny comment thought I would share.
The P’s are so far past screwed up that the light from screwed up will take one billion years to reach where they are. lol, made me smile
Thanks, Oxy. I think it would be a GREAT class, and so good for young people….I wanted to teach Lit at one time, but alas, my stupidity pretty much closed that option…Possession of a controlled substance DAMN IT. So now I’m doing pretty good to sling hash with a smile……:(
Very cute, knowledge. I will have to pass that one on…..:)
Well Kim,
Glad you got out. I personally think everyone should be educated about P’s (and userous people in general, even the ones who are not really P’s tend to have similar patterns).
So what does this say about me?
Married 14 years to a man I never considered P, he was not abuse or anything like that, just lazy, unmotivated, only care was to grow and smoke dope. Always figured his fortune would come there.
Once I left him a few years later I got overtook by a man who was 15 yrs my junior. Knew he was manic depressive, always said so but never really understood till he went into a depressive state. It was only a sexual relationship for about 4 months but once I cut him off he started being vindicitive. I managed to get out without incurring any problems.
Then a few years later I fall for the P, thought I had met the man of my dreams. Turned out it was all a lie and I endured so much stress and heartache for 18 months.
I think finally I am able to look inward, at my desire, my need for love and what I am willing to put up with and accept for this. Being nearly every ltr I have had was with someone who had some sort of mental problem (there were others in between, maybe some who were actually normal?) says loads about me.
That is where I have to be looking, deep inside me, my own self worth, I am so much better then this and deserve so much more then this, why have I always settled for this bs?