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.)
I am so touched by your deep understanding of the problem, Steve. Excellent analogy. Sad to say, it is true.
JANE SMITH : I would like to read the panic away book!
Jane I would love to read that book. i heard this phrase on Oprah tonite – ‘You can’t find peace until you find all the peice’s’. you seem to have gotten your peices together the past 2 years – so anything you recommend is worth reading. I wish I had the confidence you seem to have in your writings, they are always positive and uplifting.
Hens…..
I watched Oprah too.
I WROTE that phrase down….
DOn’t ya just love it!!!
You can’t find peace until you find all the pieces.
LOVEIT!!!!
I have had a hard time explaining to some why I feel the need to put my million piece puzzle together…..of my life….
THis quote sums it right up!
JANE SMITH: ME too! I would love to read the book. Still struggle with panic attacks. How do we exchange emails? Is it OK to put mine on here?
Thank you for a very kind offer. And sorry your dad and sisters are so much like mine. Good for you–2,000 miles away!
Steve and all
I do not experience any relief at all knowing that the torture of me (or the spider) was “nothing personal” in fact, it makes it more traumatic.
As a human being I connect through feelings, intelligence and empathy/sympathy/understanding so to find myself in the hands of someone like that is nearly unbearable….
This post is possibly the coldest, most clinical account of sociopathy.
It fills me with horror and sadness that any child would sit and torture an insect. I would (and have many times ) intervened
There is cruelty out there in every form imaginable happening right now,
IT MUST STOP- WE ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR STOPPING CRUELTY TO ANIMALS AND CHILDREN- AND RESPONSIBLE FOR DEALING WITH SOCIOPATHS AND PSYCHOPATHS- STOP THEM-IT’S TOTALLY UNACCEPTABLE IN ANY FORM
Bullet proof signing off…very upset (another layer)
(((((bulletproof: i hear you girl.)))))
warning – rant
i must be a bit numb, i cannot take this article in. it seems in the distance from me.
i am ill, and today is bad.
i have been reading and writing about other’s experiences with spaths. i hate them. i hate the hurt and the unhealed lives we have to endure, as we try so mightily to persevere and then to heal. i hate that my spath goes on, doing what her spathy self does. i hate that people say to not out her, instead of helping me to figure out how to be smart about it. it is hanging over my head, making me sick. sick bitch of a spath. i feel soooo lonely, and so very isolated by the phyiscal pain and feel friendless – and unable to reach out – to sit at the computer somehow drains me right now. i try to rest and not do more than i can – but so much more needs to be done. and home is not a safe place to be.
i am in a lot of pain today – and know i will lose at least half of the work day because of this.
i looked at this week – and knew i had to go to the doctor and got good info from a friend on how to deal with the physical after affect of the mugging , and thinking that massage might help, so i called a massage therapist i know and told him i was sick and need help and have no money to pay him, and would he give me a free massage – he said yes. so i will go in a couple of hours.
i slept with the window very wide open last night – i have to because of th echemicals and my neck and shoulders cramped and now i am not good. i had a couple of days of atavan to deal wih some of the mugging stuff – i would not become addicted to any street or any other pharma (beleive me, i tried)- but i swear, for someone who has spent so long in physical pain , i could def. go for atavan. so day 2 no atavan and all the pain is weighing on me. i have just taken some pain killers, and if i take the max i can i will kill this headache. and taking the max in not what i need to do to detox my liver. but i have to be patient. AND kill something.
thie virus i have hits the stomach – so puking and coughing – my god i feel like shit. next week my job ends…..i have so
much to do.
i fucking hate how hurt i feel. i am in a cafe to work – wish i was private i need to cry. i feel abandoned and dismissed in so many ways by so many. i get so angry at those who have done this. every fucking day i am angrier and angrier.
MATT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THAT IS SUCH GOOD NEWS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maybe you should even interview for the other two jobs – you never know what contacts you will make !!!!
Thanks for asking – darling daughter is going back to school this coming Monday – she is a wonder and an amazing person !!!! I am so proud of her in so many ways.
Hoping Spring comes in close to being divorced. HE is not budging or being reasonable about anything but I know the walls are closing in so he either has to sell his B-B-Q joint or take on a partner to raise cash.
Like you waiting for the right job- I am waiting for my release !!!
So happy for you , Matt – you offer people here so much support and help – you deserve the best …..
And how is that relationship going ??????
CAMom, One Step, Hens…
So sorry it’s taken me til the next day to respond to your comments.
After my post to CAMom, I laid down to take a wee nap and ended up sleeping til midnight. Then I woke up, bright eyed and bushy tailed and watched a french film on TV. Silly me!…haha
Of course I will forward the e book to all of you. You can request Miss Donna to send your email addies to me and I will send it on it’s helpful way.
I should have mentioned that yes, that lovely lil e book helped me tremendously when I was seeking answers and a solution to my anxiety and panic attacks, but it was only the first step in overcoming the disorders.
Baby steps, that’s what it took over months and months to win my years upon years battle to reclamation and recovery.
First step is to educate yourself on what, why and how anxiety affects your mind and body. Your mind, those obsessive thoughts, irrational fears are what cause the anxiety and panic attacks in the first place.
If you can reprogram your mind to use your wonderful logic in realizing that those consuming irrational fears are just that…irrational, fruitless and insubstantial, your panic attacks will stop in frequency and the underlying anxiety will disappear. Over time and with determined practice.
Ok, I’ll continue chatting with you folks about this after you read the ebook.
I’m not bragging about being completely free of anxiety and panic attacks; I haven’t had a panic attack in over 3-4 years and now if I feel a bit anxious, I’m not afraid and welcome the adrenaline rush.
No, I’m not a junkie as of yet…haha, but I’m no longer afraid of trying anything new and maybe a bit dangerous, like flying in airplanes (love the take offs and landings. like a roller coaster ride) and other such fun stuff that terrified me in the past.
I will try to help anyone who suffers because I am factual proof that you most certainly can reclaim your life, independence and liberty from debilitating anxiety and panic attacks.
Peace, Love and Joy
🙂