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.)
Oh Dear, Jell, I am so sorry.
Its easy for them to profess their love to anyone and everyone because they dont feel it. I never understood how my xp could tell other women he loved them, I kept saying, those words are sacred! And those are sacred words, to people who FEEL it! Not sacred to those who don’t, its a hard bitter realization.
Your going through the stages dear, hang in there, your dealing with all of this as best you can. 12 years of damage will take a while to get through and processs but I am SURE you can do it!
Find the strength within you, dont be ashamed of what was done TO YOU, you didnt make this choice to let him in, he made it for you with all his lies.
Someone with a good heart who never had one of these in their life has no idea these people even exist. We fall into their traps with their lies and its hard to get out. But, you have done it! Now you just need to repair you.
I believed my P too, all of it, even when I had nagging doubts or I had a hard time accepting things, and he always made everything into my fault, while I knew things werent my fault there were things he said that made me doubt myself.
There is life after the P, there really is, you just need to find it and heal yourself first so you can be the best you can be.
Your going to make it dear, you are, its difficult now but your processing, each day will get better. Cast asside your shame, you are a survivor and THAT gives you reason to hold your head high!
I’m sorry you’re having a sad day, TB. Wish I could reach out through cyber-space and give you a hug. I’m glad you posted though, and let us know…we’re thinking about you!
Jell, you’re right where you should be…you’re actually doing really well. It may not feel like it but you are experiencing the feeling that you have too, to get to the other side. Dump that shame though, that is a useless emotion and will only hold you back, but the sadness, and feelings of confusion and loss…those are all normal and to be expected…tthe rightious anger will come, and eventually you’ll get damned tired of that, wanting to move into the next stage, but the anger wont be done with you yet…it’s all a matter of time, and God don’t wear no watch…
Have you read Kathleen’s articles on the stages of recovery?
They are very worth-while, I hope you’ll look for them in the archives. Quit being so hard on yourself, you’ve been through
12 years of hell, but your on your way to a new life…..:)
In fact, Jell, just let me add that most addictions are fuelled by shame…A very dangerous emotion for people like us, because it can actually propell us back to them. You must move beyond that, and fast. There are really good reasons why we get stuck in these relationships, so it’s time to learn what those reasons are, so you understand the dynamic, can forgive yourself, and never let it happen again……:)
Thanks Knowledge, I think that is why I am feeling so bad because it is all just hitting me now. All the lies, all the hurt and all the pain. I know that this is the darkest period (at least I hope it is) and it is darkest before the dawn they say. Some days I feel like everything will be OK and then, others I feel so low and that everything will never be OK. Today is one of the latter I guess. I am going to see a therapist tomorrow who “gets” sociopaths so that is good. I don’t know what I would do without everyone here.
Kim, you are right. Shame is a big factor. I know that it should not be me who should be ashamed. he should but he never will be. It is not something he can feel. I don’t want to take that on!!
I know Jell, all I really wanted was for him to feel remorse, and be sorry for the things he did…Unfortunately even that can become a part of the sick dynamic, cause I’d kick him out, thinking I was punishing him sufficiently, and he’d come backwith his tail tucked (it seemed, never really felt anything about ME one way or another, just wanted a place to sleep and a bowl of chili, and on a good night a peice of ass…) and he’d put on a good show and I’d think, okay, he gets it and there we’d go down the primrose path, or as EB would say “rinse and repeat, over and over and over…ad naseum
TB darling girl, I know EXACTLY what you are going thru. I felt just the same as you on my younger spath daughters 44th th Birthday, on 25th Feb. What I did was to call my REAL daughter, Roya, and hear loving words from her, I also went out and bought MYSELF a huge bunch of orange Lilies, in bud,{they are all out now in all their glory!}
There is NO PAIn like a Mother feels from a child who rejects you and “punishes” you unjustly. We have to remember they are SICK, but still STAY AWAY from them, as thet are TOXIC to us, a nest of vipers!As darling Oxy says, they are NOT our dear little sweet babies any longer, they KNOW what thy are doing, they geta huge kick out of it, they enjoy hurting us, they are SICKOS!!! We have to “bury” these sweet babies in our minds, and move on. Very hard to do, think of the Mother Bear, one day she just takes the cubs into the middle of the forest and LEAVES them thewre to sink or swim. Thats what we have to do now. Yes its VERY hard to do, but unles we want to end up like NewLily, we have to cut out that festering sore with a rusty blunt knife, as Oxy says, and without anaesthetic, and move on. I was reading recently about a mountaneer, a young guy, whose arm became wedged with a huge rock. Hours went past, and he could not free himself. he was getting exhausted and dehydrated, and night was coming on. Witha pocket knife, he cut off his arm at the upper shoulder, bound the stump witha handkerchief, staggerered back down the mountain. He saved his life, but lost an arm. If he hadnt done this, he would certainly have died. HE SAVED HIS OWN LIFE< and thats what we must do!!.Much Love, and {{HUGS!!}}} Gem.XXX
Gen: sorry so long in responding, I lost this thread!! You are right, I know you are. Thank you so much for your understanding and encouragement! I did go NC with my older daughter. I still have contact with my younger one-she will head game and kick me around some, but I love my GD by her so much ,I just take it some. When it gets too much, I break contact, and with this NC, she understands I am going out of her life and she shapes up and acts better. Wish she would just do it up front, but oh well…….
Signed: one armed Twice Betrayed….;P
Dear Gem and TB,
Yes, it IS like cutting off your arm, but you know, it beats the heck out of the ALTERNATIVE.
The worst physical pain I ever felt was 22 hours of “back labor”—and I did what I “had to do”–there is no going back and changing your mind at that point or saying “do over”! If we (women) can endure that, by golly we can DO WHATEVER IT TAKES to survive.
Let us raise our ONE ARMS HIGH AND WAVE THEM!!!! WE ARE SURVIVORS!!!!
Hi everyone,
I know the topic has moved on but I just wanted to comment on this article about the child and the spider. Maybe Steve can shed some light on a different persective.
As much as I agree that the sociopath tortures just because he can… in my experience, his thinking takes a further twisted logic once he decides to torture. My Ex-S would create situations to make me angry so that I would lash out and then THAT would give him an excuse to be cruel. In the end, he actually told me: “I want you to call me a liar, so I can feel MORE HATE TOWARD YOU! Then I can justify my vengence etc…” or something to that effect. But basically, it’s like the child making a spider bite him by scaring it, so that he can then justify the torture. Since there is no requirement that my ex-S justify his behavior from me, that requirement must have come from his need for a dramatic story. He knows he’s evil but it seems like his need for a story to justify his evil nature is what drives the way in which he manifests his evil. In his story, he has to be the hero – the guy who responded to events, not the one who instigated it. Never mind the fact that he DID INSTIGATE IT! He just overlooks that part.
Anyway, my point is that I haven’t actually experienced the S’s behavior in the cold, dispassionate way of a child toying with an insect. My experience has always been that the sociopath is either raging or laughing or faux crying. Always drama.