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.)
Well, Kim, you know the nice thing is though that you are gaining through your knowledge of Lit even if you are slinging hash with a smile….knowledge and education I don’t think is wasted if we use it for our own benefit even if we don’t make a living with it.
Maybe that knowledge could be used to write about psychopaths, or maybe you could do private tutoring for pay, put your thinking cap on and see what you can find to do with that education! You are a smart woman so use those brains woman! I’m proud of where you have come since first coming to LF, you have made some great strides! (((hugs))))
My daughter had a dream a few nights ago that I wrote a book about the P, that it was like a best seller.
I had a dream last night that the xP killed someone and was blaming me for it, rather rightening as hes is so powerful in his words (even though he has no power in his life).
Scary stuff.
Knowledge, the person he killed, is a symbol for your relationship. He killed it but He’s trying to blame you. Your unconscience knows it wasn’t your fault. Is there a part of you that still thinks it is?
Wow! Kim, that is such a good interpretation!
When I woke it was more like the person he killed was someone else but I never did see the person though I think in the dream it was a reference to another woman he was involved with.
No, I am taking NO blame for the failure of the relationship. I did for some time but no longer. I did all I could to make it better. But I could not do the one thing he wanted me to, let him play his sick game with other women.
Very enlightening! and yes, I am sure without a doubt he blames me. He always blames someone else, never takes responsibility for his own problems, its always someone elses fault, when I was with him everything was my fault always, things only he was responsible for were my fault. So not surprising that the relationship ending was my fault also.
Dear Knowedge
I had dreams for a long time about my egg donor, my P-son, and others, there was a “theme” in the dreams for a long time, and the “theme” was me taking care of something helpless while my egg donor or someone else stood by and glared at me, and in the meantime, by taking care of something or someone helpless in the dreams (usually baby animals or very ill old people) I neglected myself and my “life crashed” around me because of my own neglect.
Since the dreams were never identical, sometimes I would be caring for an old person, sometimes baby chickens, etc. I didn’t catch the BIGGER theme for quite a while, but onoce I did catch the “theme” I saw my own symbolism of my life in the dreams and I haven’t had another one like that in a long time.
I also used to have what I call “frustration” dreams where I was trying to accomplish something and something kept going wrong over and over and I could never accomplish what I was trying to do. I don’t have those dreams any more either since I saw the THEME in them that I “couldn’t do” things, that I would always “lose” and believe me I felt that way for a long time.
I think our dreams and the symbolism in them comes from our subconscious/consciousness trying to work out the kinks.
Thank God mine weren’t what I would consider night mares or frightening dreams, mostly just FRUSTRATION or symbols of my ENABLING and boy was that true, I was letting my own boat sink while I tried to rescue someone else and they were fighting me.
When you have always given more than you ever got from a relationship (in general) it is difficult to start taking care of yourself and using your resources for saving yourself, even if others deliberately drown themselves by not making any effort to swim for themselves.
I can see you have already made great progress in your Knowledge, Knowledge, and it DOES EMPOWER US! (((hugs)))
Thank you Ox,
Yes, I have been interpretting dreams for some time now.
This one scared me a bit though as he did use me to get at other people sometimes.
And, he would have ppl do things that he felt would protect him or show others have having intent when he was thinking somone may do something back at him.
He seemed to always be thinking ahead of the game so the dream was a bit frightening for me.
I am just glad I am out of it and away so I dont have to deal with all the sickness and sick intent on his part.
Dear Knowledge,
I’m sorry it frightened you, but I can definitely understand the paranoia! “Just cause you are paranoid doesn’t mean someone isn’t out to get you!” (((hugs))))
Ox,
Tonight I told my daughter about the dream. She said, ya, he probably would too, plant your hair around the crime scene. I said, oh thanks for that! He has my hair! omg lol
Thank God its cut and no root on it!
It was a long distance relationship (believe, me it doesnt make it any better just means I didnt lose EVERYTHING like others here did.
She said, I am surprised he didnt chop you up when you went and met him. I told her actually, he was wonderful when I did, he had to make a good impression so he would come live here, marry me, get the will made (did this with two ex wives). THEN chop me up!
Thank God I was spared. He’s done time for trying to do away with one of the exes!
If I tell you a very funny murder joke will you promise not to be shocked?!One of Billy Connellys.
This man {a Scot, naturally,} is boasting in a Pub that he has killed his wife.
“Aye, I murdered her!” His friend doesnt believe him so the criminal says hell take him to his back yard, where he has buried her.
The friend sees a naked bottom sticking out of the ground.
“Why did you leave her with her arse stickin oot? “He says.
The murderer says,
“Because I needed somewhere to park my bike!”
Very naughty but funny!
Gem,{who is a scot, but half french!}
gem – u ‘cracked’ me up – lmao – thanks..