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.)
MammaGem:
I’m cracking up along with Hens…..
Knowledge, Your X sounds like he could be dangerious…I hope you stay a long way away from him.
Do you ever watch, “Forensic Files” ? You’d be surprised how many times a woman goes missing, her husband is the prime suspect, they find evidence to convict, and then find out he’s had two or three previous wives who dissappeared, mysteriously….Please be careful.
Oxy: Ok, will go buy a skillet….actually, I have an iron one. I will just keep it close by me. 😛
Guess I need to…cause today is my older daughter’s BD. She’s in my mind remembering when she was born, little and I fought so hard to protect her from her dad’s bad behavior, raised her by myself, only to come to this…yeah, I am mourning.
Dear Knowledge, I’m with Kim, your X soounds like a BAAAAD guy. I take it you met him on the internet? My son C met his P-Xwife on the Internet, she was looking for a meal ticket, and she found one and when she got ready to discard him she and her BF decided to kill him and almost got away with it, so you know, those “true crime” shows could ONE DAY FEATURE US if we are not careful—so you know MY opinion about internet meet ups and dating.
A friend of mine (male) met and married one and she was a TOTAL con job, and he caught on as soon as the honeymoon was over, in like a week, but she went back to her state and opened dozens of charge accounts in his name and ran them up. I don’t know if he ever got that part straightened out.
I can name you a bunch of folks who married or seriously dated them and NOT one was a real success. NOT ONE.
So I don’t like those odds much better than the lottos’ odds, so that is why I don’t buy tickets.
TB–I am sorry you are having a bad day today. I know what you mean about remembering the prescious little baby you had and that charming toddler and pre-schooler, I know that so well, and the thing is, I had to SEPARATE that wonderful little by-gone child from the ADULT that is a stranger, a TOXIC stranger. We all lose those babies, they grow up, but the babies are supposed to be replaced by ADULT friends that we enjoy and grandkids that remind us of those babies we lost, but we don’t have to take responsibility for those grandbabies, just love them. That’s not the way it works out though, and you and I know that for sure. I used to want grandkids so badly but now I am glad I don’t have any biological ones and probably won’t have, because I sure as heck don’t want those genes passed on.
Sure we MOURN for those babies that are gone, and our visions of those babies growing up to be our adult friends. I wished for that too, TB but I think there are worse things than NOT having those dreams come true and that is to mourn for them forever. We have to acknowledge the TRUTH even though it hurts, then mourn it, and come to resolution with it, acceptance of it for waht it is. (((Hugs))))
Just how, pray tell, does a legless spider “regroup after its traumatization”? A legless spider’s only hope is that their victim will finish them off. The fact that mine didn’t has only left a mutilated body on the sidewalk, with no way and nowhere to go.
Dear Devestated1,
I think that most of us have felt like that “legless spider” left on the side walk, but somewhere inside of us there is still a spark left that makes us, like the lizard who has lost its tail, start to regrow those missing limbs.
It takes time and patience, but we can “regroup” and recover and walk again. There are times I felt like I had no legs and I crawled over the ground dragging my emotional body behind me, but now I am standing again, walking if not running, and I realize I will live, I WANT to live, and I want to go on with life.
I read an article today in the NY Times written by a nursing home doctor who went in to see a 93 year old woman, whose husband had just died (after 73 yrs of marriage) The doctor asker her how she felt about losing a mate after so long, and she said “relieved-it’s heaven!” She had stayed in an abusive relationship for 73 years, but eventually she started to live again. To enjoy life—even if late, it was BETTER LATE THAN NEVER!
The FIRST day of our new lives is when we get away from the predators who suck the life out of us. I hope you are away from the vampire who tried to suck the life out of you. I am 63 and only recently starting to live, but life is GOOD! (((hugs))) and God bless you.
Reading a lot of the posts on here. I almost feel funny saying this but why am I still struggling with these feelings. I am having a hard time with not feeling numb. It has only been a month of NC. I feel like I want answers that will never come, my intellect tells me one thing but my emotions are screaming why, why why. I have a hard time concentrating at work. I feel that somehow behind everyone who realizes that they have been with an Spath and are so angry. I am angry but my hurt is overwhelming the anger. Has anyone been here or do you just go into the extreme anger? Why am I not there. I try not to concentrate on the hurt but my mind just swirls around it and I feel so depressed. I feel like I have been raped in some way. Does anyone understand or have advice how to move out of this state. I want to be furious and cannot understand why I am having a hard time getting there!! Help!!
Thank you Kim and Ox,
Yes, he is a baaad guy. He didnt tell me about the ex and spending time in prison until he absolutely HAD to. While I always had my doubts he told me that she had tried to run him off the road, that she was a drama queen and therefore he was convicted.
He had been married twice and spoke to me about wills with each of them. The second one (the one he was imprisoned for) had put off doing the will, I am sure she had her doubts going at the time.
Dont worry, three weeks nc!! YEAH!
I have no plans of ever talking to him again. I am glad he has little or no money or I would fear he would show up here.
He once told me if I ever left him he would track me down.
Yes, I met him through the internet not a dating site though. I am avoiding that place also and have removed all contacts. He could contact me if he wanted but has not, at this time.
I can assume he is either done with me or may try to contact again when he bores of his worthless life or his other playmates no longer suit his needs and he is bored.
I do maintain one contact location just to monitor his online status so I know hes still there and not on his way here.
Can’t believe all I put up with, just amazed at myself for falling for it all. I really thought I had met the man of my dreams, its a disappointment to realize hes really the man of my nightmares.
Steven Kings the stand was on last night. Russell, the human form of the devil gets angry, when this happens he turns into the devil (special effects! gotta love them!). Wow, I saw the xP in this, with his anger and control. I had to change the channel so I wouldn’t have another nightmare.
Thanks all for your input!
Dear Jell,
Yes, I have been there, I would suggest you devour any articles written about P/S’s. It does help to reinforce that what you had with him was not real, it was all fake on his part.
The strongest thing for me, to help me move on, was understanding that all the I love yous meant nothing to him, that its all just words, that because they can not FEEL love it makes it all just empty words.
Be sure to think (if you must think about him), of the BAD times, of the lies, the empty promises, not the good times, because those were just part of the game to get you to fall and not real.
I hope that helps put things into perspective for you.
Take it a day at a time, do things for yourself, get out and walk, eat properly, sleep as best you can.
Find something you enjoy and do it, just live life, soon you will find a sense of independence and well being outside of the hurt, it just takes time…just time.
The hurt wasnt inflicted on you in a day, it wont take a day to heal, but each day you spend away, in nc, the stronger and better you will be.
Hang in there it will get better and repeat this mantra daily, over and over, I WILL NOT GO BACK!!
Thanks Knowledge! I feel weak somehow that i feel this way. I go through the motions every day. I read my journals and just realize how many times I have been devastated by this man. The financial costs, the emotional costs are just overwhelming. I cannot get over that he could be professing his love to me one minute and probably be professing it to this other woman the next. I know that his interest in her is in large part financial, he can talk her into doing things for him just like he did me. I feel incredible shame that I didn’t listen to the many people who told me to stay away from him over the years and now I am paying the ultimate price by having him give me herpes. I feel that instead of hitting me like he did with his other women, he killed me ultimately by making it almost impossible for me to enjoy a sexual relationship with someone else because I will have the embarrasment of telling them about him and what he gave me. I am depressed yes but I want to get fighting mad. I feel like he just can walk away and I don’t get to walk away and somehow it is my fault because I BELIEVED in him. I bought all the lies and excuses he gave me for his behavior. He had the nerve to tell me that it was my fault he left me and to top it off that I shouldn’t “bug” him if I had to talk to him about the divorce!! I feel sick with disgust that I even went out with him all those years ago. The funny thing was that I didn’t want to and he wore me down. I had just gone through a bitter divorce and told him that I didn’t even believe in love. He told me that he would show me just how much he loved me–Oh boy, he did just that. Twelve years I put up with this. I just feel sick.