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.)
Of course, I have a comment to make on this one, but first I need to read it again, soak it in some, analyze, teach a spin class, think some more, and come to my ephiphany…Ill be back soon 😛
Wonderful article Steve,
Brings up a few things for me….my dad likes to tell about the times, as a kid, he caught neigbor’s cats and painted them. All over. He thought this was very funny. I remember asking him–with all that fresh toxic paint on the cats, I mean, cats lick themselves, couldn’t they have died? He’d laugh and say, I don’t know–I never saw them again.
There’s also a group of 4 photos of me as a toddler. When I piece them together in logical order, it comes out as this:
I’m crawling on the lawn, toward a turned off sprinkler. I’m wearing a diaper and not wet at all…
Then I get closer, my face leaning down to look at it.
Then the sprinkler is turned on, and I recoil.
The last photo is me, crying, soaked with water.
My dad took all the pictures back then, and this is exactly his “sense of humor.” He would have thought that was hilarious—to turn on the sprinkler then get the “money shot”–a toddler crying with her face still in the water, soaked, but starting to look at the camera.
This stuff makes my heart hurt.
And as far as those 3 signs of a psychopath~~I think they are bedwetting, cruelty to animals and arson? My dad wet the bed until he was 17, he was cruel to any animal around and never had a pet (until my mom got a little dog & suddenly, for the 1st time ever, the dog “runs away” 3 weeks after my mom died. I think he took her to the pound, or out into the country and killed her–she would *never* have run away)
The arson I don’t know about. He hasn’t mentioned fires.
Nature or nurture? His dad was a good man. But his mom died when my dad was 2, he has no memory of her. And she was sick and in hosptial most of those 2 years. So, did he have a chance? Did he have Reactive Attachment Disorder?
Confusing…my sister is a sociopath, the other sister is a textbook narcissist. I have Generalized Anxiety Disorder.
Maybe with a dad like ours we never had a chance.
CA Mom,
Like folks have asked each other on here periodically…are you and I related?
Or, are we living parallel lives because what you just wrote above about your bio father, sisters and yourself is uncannily similar to my life.
My sperm donor (high five to Oxy pooh) was a psychopath but my oldest sister was diagnosed as a Borderline and the youngest sister is a pathological liar and seems rather emotionally lacking, numb quite often.
I don’t know what her diagnosis would be and anyway, I keep my distance from both of them.
Hell, I moved 2000 miles away from my original state so I’m pretty much distant from everyone now. Sweet.
Oh, and I also suffered close to 20 years with GAD and depression. Not anymore as I just got sick and tired of being sick and tire AND fearful all the time.
The turning point, the beginning of hope, healing and recovery for me was when I ordered this wondeful e-book off the internet called, “Panic Away”
It helped me so much in learning the cause and physical sensations associated with anxiety and panic attacks. And to finally rid myself of the crippling disorders once and for all. Yay! I’m cured!
If you’d like to read it, I would be more than happy to send it to you by email. It’s in Adobe platform.
If so, we can swap email addies or however you wish to do it.
Dear CAMom.,
The story about your father and you and the sprinkler makes me want to b1atch-slap him!
Not all, in fact, not most, of psychopaths are animal mutilators or abusers, but I would Say that ALL people who abuse animals are psychopaths, some people do it out of ignorance, some out of not caring, and some out of pure Dee old meanness. The last two I think are Ps or at least on the scale of Ps somewhere. But, most Ps don’t abuse animals.
My P son did not and never has as far as I know abused an animal. He grew up with animals and becaue he “owned” them and they were HIS he did take care of them. Not because he had any “love” for them, though, I see now. People like Michael Vic who use “big bad dogs” and fight them etc. make me sick, and after my P son got out of Prison the first time, he was only out for 5 months but he got a Pit Bull pup, because they are “romping stomping bad” and that made him feel powerful to have a “big-bad dog.”
I’ve known other kids who were animal abusers as little kids, who outgrew that quickly by the time they were 5-6, and any one I have known who by 10-12 or so who would abuse an animal I think is a P as an adult. I can think of one for sure!!! But not most.
Janey, I’m sorry that your “entire” family is made up of the Ps, and many times I think a BPD is a “female version” of a P, some of them are extremely cruel but also cunning as well.
I’m also glad that you have taken your life into your own hands and overcome the GAD. Panic attacks are terrible, I’ve only had ONE in my entire life, but have worked with people who had them frequently, and I firmly believe that knowing what they are, and that you are NOT going to die, that you can overcome it is a BIG part in overcoming them. My son D developed panic attacks after the air crash in which he was also burned pretty badly but has overcome them and they are very rare now, but when he does have one, he exercises and talks himself through it. Feeling “helpless” only makes them worse I think. GOOD JOB!
Ahhhhhh…this article resonates with me, on my path of unending and LOVELY ephiphanies…
“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).”
What I find striking about this statement is how vividly I am now able to understand what I meant every time I said “I feel like he’s riding on my tail wind-like I’ve got all this ‘stuff’ going and he’s along for the ride.” HE WAS! You see, we are POLAR opposites where motivation, drive, status, reputation are concerned. By being with me, it sorta upped his ‘status’ in (what he thought) other peoples eyes. He is a compliment WHORE…so, I served a significant purpose-TO MAKE HIM LOOK NORMAL/GOOD/BETTER/FINE.
“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.”
This explains quite a bit of what I was feeling much of the time when he and his child were at my house or if I was volunteered to do something TOTALLY out of my way, etc. In normal people, when we have ‘put someone out’, we have a sense of guilt and an overwhelming sense of appreciation for what someone went out of their way to do. “Princess” was no more appreciative of me and everything I did for him than the boy was of the spiders inability to leave. The more he ‘assumed’ I would to this, that and the other, the BETTER HE LOOKED, as he took credit for MY efforts. He neither cared about or for the stress or strain it put on me, as long as HE was looked at in a positive light…at my cost.
Ahhhhhh, “I can see (more) clearly now, the rain is gone…”
Dear R-babe,
Glad you are having so many “Ah Ha” monents! Isn’t that GREAT!?! It all starts to come together intellectually first, I think, and then the emotions kick in too. So expect some ups and downs, but I’ve been thinking this week about some of the things that we learn, then have to process them EMOTIONALLY after we have gotten them iintellectually and it HURTS to do that, but we just take one baby step at a time, and if we fall we just get up and get back on it and keep on.
I also realized that this whole healing busiiness is a journey, not a destination. We are growing, able to grow,, wanting to grow, and doing it so well. So sometimes we stub our toes, but that is okay, we are climbing the mountains! (((hugs)))
Martha Stout talks about “synderesis”.
It is defined as:
“an innate knowledge of the basic principles of morality”.
In other words,
people are BORN with an “innate sense of morality” (or NOT),
(It is on a continueum)
It is not learned . . people just KNOW what is right and wrong (or don’t).
I believe that that is true (and my experience has born that out)
Ox:
As I was talking with a collegue yesterday, she said something that struck me. We were processing the pain I was in, as yesterday was a day I crumbled. What she said was this…
“I think you grieved the relationship a long time ago. I think you knew that your ‘relationship’ wasn’t real and on some level you knew he was using you. What I think is happening now is you are grieving yourself and the victimization that occured. You couldn’t have known this was going to happen because you dont function from the same place as him. You are normal and expect normal things from a partner. So, your grief may not be coming from the loss of HIM (because I know he is a fucked up hot mess), as much as it is you coming to grips with the fact that you were VERY vulnerable, without you even knowing HOW vulnerable you were. He scraped everything ‘good’ about you raw’…
WOW! With friends like that I should be on my way to healing in no time!!!!!!!!!! 😛
Dear R-Babe,
You know that concept is so RIGHT ON. I bashed myself on the head for being so FREAKING STOOOPID and I felt so ashamed of having been taken by the psychopaths that I was SOOOOO down on myself and I felt hey, “how can a smart woman be sooooo STOOOPID?” But you know it is NOT about being smart, or cunning or stupid or anything else it is about being HUMAN and making mistakes, letting others con us, but it is not BECAUSE we are “bad” it is because we are human and in some ways “gullible” because we expect others to be good to us because we are good tothem.
Problem was, just because I was good to someone, they were NOT good to me, and being “better” TO THEM, allowing them to disrespect me more, did NOT make them better to me. It only allowed them to abuse and use me without consequences. DUH! Yep, I shoulda been “smarter’n that” but I wasn’t. I had a maliginant hope that if I overlooked other’s faults, didn’t challenge them or make them mad, then they would love me—DUH! Duddn’t work that way! Not on yer tin type, chickie—-EXPECT and DEMAND that others treat you with the same respect you treat them with and if thye don’t, then bye, bye! We were working on the wrong premise.
we were doing unto others as we would have them to do to us, but THEY were DOING US, and it hurt us to realize that they were not what we wanted them to be, the relationship wasn’t what we wanted, but we put up with it. NOW we have learned better—we still need practice, but we KNOW BETTER NOW. We will expect others to be kind and good to us, and we will CONTINE to be good to others, BUT—if they are not, then we will WALK away if we can…if not, we will turn and fight to the death, but we will not allow others to abuse us and we WILL QUIT ABUSING OURSELVES as well!
Good friend you have there, too! Keep her around! ((hugs))))
newlife08:
Good to see you posting. How is your daughter doing post-surgery?
Today I got great news! After being out of work over a year I got a great job offer doing exactly what I want to do for the employer I had wanted to work for! I am still floating in the clouds. To ice the cake, after I got the offer, two more employers called wanting to interview me. Go figure.