Thank you. My last post seems to have stirred up some strong emotions. Then again I guess that’s my responsibility as a writer — to reach people and get the feelings going. Movement, after all, is surely the only way we can go forward? At the same time, my intent is to stir positive responses, so I decided that this week it would be a good idea to share a bit about the methods I’ve been using to help with my own healing. I recognise that for some the following article may be a bit tricky to digest – which is why I thought long and hard before deciding to post. I remember when I first discovered that everything I had believed in was just a lie, I was far too raw to ever have been able to contemplate some of the things I am about to share with you – my heart and my love goes out to all of you who are in that place. I know from my own experience that it takes time to come through – and the most important thing is to be gentle on ourselves during the healing process, particularly in the early days. I hope that for others of you who are already on the move, my message is more immediately helpful. Either way, my heartfelt wish is that this can be a useful piece for you here on Lovefraud – now and/or in the future.
Okay… I started by talking about my ”˜responsibility’ and so this week I have chosen to write about my take on the meaning of the word.
Before going in to that in any detail, I’d like to start off by saying that I believe all of us (yes ALL of us) already have the power to heal. I get the feeling though (certainly from my own experience) that many of us have forgotten that we have a huge inner resource of strength and power. I acknowledge that through our relationships with abusive people, our inner strength can be pushed down, boxed, manipulated and damaged to the point where we believe we really are useless and powerless. That we’ve become the small weak person the sociopaths would have us believe. That we end up thinking “well, he/she was right all along. I’m worthless. They’ve won”
And I’m here to say that I believe this is simply not the case. I’m aware this may appear somewhat controversial, but I invite you to consider the notion that perhaps it is BECAUSE of our inner strength that the sociopath was attracted in the first place? That, perhaps, it’s BECAUSE we have love in our hearts and a strong soul they wanted to possess and control us? After all, assuming that’s the case, then we already have — we’ve ALWAYS had — the very things that they can never EVER attain for themselves. So now it’s up to us to reclaim ourselves — to find a way where we can stand up tall and proud, and become the person we truly are. That, at least, has been my take during my journey, and I’d like to start sharing some of the techniques that have helped me along the way.
So let’s continue with the word ”˜responsibility’. For many, the word invokes heavy or burdensome connotations. In my leadership training groups for example, delegates often tell me that they feel a weight on their shoulders, or a need to behave in a certain way so that they can fulfill the serious expectations that responsibility carries with it. They perceive it as a load, something they have to carry — so the word itself, therefore, can often have negative associations. And I think that’s a shame”¦ I also think it’s untrue.
I’m sure you can imagine the scene when I bring this up with leadership groups. I will often be met with a room full of suddenly the folded arms and a series of harrumphs as delegates hunker down for a battle. “What?” they’ll grumble “We are leaders! We have to bear the burden of responsibility! It’s not easy you know!” And this is where the training starts.
The same as I do with these groups, I would like to invite you to explore another perspective. One that, in my opinion, can be a much more empowering way to look at what responsibility really means.
Let’s imagine, for a moment, that we can break the word in to two — “response” and “ability—¦. Meaning our ability to respond. Or, if you prefer, our choice as to how we are going to respond to a situation. It’s our opportunity to re-consider our actions, rather than coming back with a habitual or emotion-driven response.
It’s like this, you see. I often witness people telling me that “it’s his/her fault” or “my boss is to blame for my unhappiness in my job” or “my family makes me feel bad” or “that psychopath ex still makes me boil with fury”. You get the picture?
I believe with all my heart and soul, that the more we place the ”˜blame’ on another person or situation, all we are doing is giving away our own power. We can shout and roar as much as we like — or mumble and whisper, it doesn’t really matter. My point is that while we continue to focus outside of ourselves we are blocking our own ability to develop. The result is that instead of moving forward, we remain stuck in the very place we say we don’t like!
Imagine, for a moment, that you are pointing your finger at someone — or something. You’ll most likely have your index finger pointing out, with the rest of your hand curled in to a loose fist shape. All your frustrations are directed outside of you along that one finger. Don’t get me wrong, it may well feel good to do that… but at the same time, I’d like you to consider where your other fingers are pointing. Who are they pointing to? Who, therefore, might we be forgetting during a (justifiable) outpouring of frustration? Yup, we’re forgetting ourselves in the matter.
Again, at this point, my leadership groups will often become even more agitated “What, you’re telling me that it’s MY fault? That I’M to blame?” Of course, this is not the message I am giving them. But they have become so wrapped up in their frustration at whatever situation it is we’re discussing, that they find it difficult to move beyond that point. As I said earlier, they remain stuck.
No, the point I am making is to recognize that for the one finger that’s pointing away from us, we have three more pointing back at us. This hand gesture invites us to consider what else we can do in any given situation. It’s a reminder that we have more control than we often think. Three times the power. Three times more choices available to us. Because we have the opportunity to decide exactly how we are going to respond at any time – it’s just up to us to make the most of it.
OK, you may be thinking, that’s all well and good, but what does that mean to me? How can that help me in my situation? Or, as some delegates insist on telling me at the beginning of a training course “Well, it’s different for me you know!” Of course it’s different for them — it’s different for us all. And that, paradoxically, is where it’s also exactly the same. Because each and every one of us is unique.
It’s true, we can’t necessarily change the behavior of another. But we can always change our own behavior. And by changing our own behavior, well, then we’ve broken the communication dance of which we find ourselves a part. I’ll explain what I mean. Imagine you are going to shake somebody’s hand. They will give you their hand and you will shake it — because that’s what’s expected. That’s the automatic response, the well-rehearsed ”˜steps’ that we’re used to dancing. Now this time, imagine instead that when you go to shake that same person’s hand, you pull away at the last moment. What happens to that other person? They will have to do something different, because you have broken the dance. Do you see what I am getting at?
For me, quite early on in my healing, I decided that I would have a different response to matters every time I felt hurt, confused or downright furious at the situation I found myself in. I chose to ‘break the dance’. Don’t get me wrong, it didn’t come easy. But with practice, I discovered I felt freer and lighter as a result.
I acknowledge that my next statement is likely to prove controversial, but I decided that I would consciously choose to thank my ex for his actions, rather than dwell on the pain and suffering. I decided that each time I was hit with yet another debt, or more evidence of his betrayals, instead of automatically pointing the finger I would instead stop, get myself still, take a deep breath and ask myself “what can I do to feel better? How can I use my own power to make a positive difference to this situation?”
That’s when the learning happens. That’s when my brain searches for other alternatives. That’s when I look around my surroundings and realize that I’m still alive. I have my son. I have food on my table. I no longer have to pander to his demands — I am no longer the squashed manipulated woman I had been for far too long. And all of a sudden I can start to feel grateful. Grateful that he’s gone. Grateful that I have the opportunity to rebuild my life — for me. And, as I said before, it usually ends up with my thanking my ex. It doesn’t mean I forgive his actions. Neither does it mean that I feel any compassion for him. It DOES mean that I’m free from the pain — and that is a gift to myself.
It’s not easy — I’ve said that before. To quote the phrase ”˜better the devil you know’ it often seems easier to stay with the old habits. Those same old habits that keep us stuck. Change and healing takes determination — and when things don’t go quite as planned we can get discouraged. But how do we resist the temptation to dwell on the difficulties? To fall back in to the gaping hole of misery? I believe the solution is to identify a ”˜space’ where we can feel good — if not good, then at the very least a bit better! For me, I often use music to help me change the way I feel — two of my regular song choices have been Labbi Syffre’s “Something Inside So Strong” and Nina Simone’s “I Got Life” (with the accompanying video to a yoghurt advert). I also write to change my mood. One of my best friends goes out to tend her garden, another turns to cooking, and another takes himself out for a walk. What we do doesn’t matter in the slightest — it’s just about finding something, anything that can help us stay on track to achieving our end goal. To heal and to reclaim our life.
As I have said many times on my blog, this is NOT about him, it never has been. This is about ME. Since discovering the truth I have refused to allow him to impact on my journey — no matter how hard he may have tried to hurt me, I simply will not let it happen anymore. I can always choose my own responses, no matter what is going on around me — and most of the time that is exactly what I do. Yes, there are times when I forget, and there are many more times when it’s been hard work to find an alternative. But with persistence, focus, and a determination to create a better life for my son and myself, most of the times I get there.
For all of us who have been hurt by someone else, the most important thing is to remember that we DO have the power to do something about it. We CAN change the way we feel, and by doing so we change our immediate experience and increase our ability to heal. Perhaps our biggest challenge is simply to acknowledge that fact. As I said earlier, I am convinced that we must already have demonstrated our inner strength to attract a sociopath in the first place. Does that mean we should now hide our light under a bushel? Does that mean we should now stay in the fear and pain? Or does that mean we should reclaim who we are, fan the flames of passion and become even stronger than we were before? Surely that’s the best revenge against those who tried to put us down in the first place, isn’t it?
So next time a proverbial ‘hand’ is offered to you, are you going to shake it automatically? Are you going to continue with a habitual response? Or are you going to move your hand away, step back and take control of the dance? It’s up to all of us, of course, to choose the route we take — not just sometimes, but all of the time.
Incidentally, once my leadership groups grasp the sense of what I mean, I am always met with a room full of calm and smiling faces. They feel safe in the knowledge that responsibility is something they’ve always had — it’s just that now they know how to use it more wisely.
I hope this has been helpful — I welcome your thoughts and feedback.
Until next week, love and blessings to all my new friends here on Lovefraud!
sarah,
sorry if my talk of serial killers made you uneasy. But you know, the best thing to do is face the facts of what we are dealing with, because then you don’t have to be afraid, you just have to do the right thing.
Sociopaths are sometimes serial killers. Serial killers are always sociopaths. the difference? Some sociopaths don’t have the brains, or the balls to kill. All sociopaths would kill if they could get away with it and knew that.
But when you “get” sociopaths, you have an edge. That edge is gray rock. You can bore a sociopath away. Just like a mouse plays dead so the cat will go away, we can react the same way with any predator. Spaths can’t STAND to be bored. If you are really, really dreadfully boring, he will most likely walk away and remember you as … wait, he won’t remember you at all… they can’t stand boring. It’s their kryptonite.
That’s the great part about being normal. You don’t hurt anyone by being boring. So if the ex is NOT a spath, then being boring won’t affect them at all. It ONLY AFFECTS SPATHS.
Sarah
You don’t have to carry a weapon. Many times it’s just setting up a system so you have warning. I have some hinky things but they work for me, a can of coins that will drop and make a big noise, neighbors that I’ve asked to watch my place and notice if anyone comes around. A door lock that can’t be seen from outside. These help me to sleep soundly at night and not worry about anyone breaking in. Carry a cell phone EVERYWHERE.
Skylar
Was that you who posted earlier DO NOT FEED THE SPATH? Wise words.
That is one GREAT lesson I learned here on LF. Going grey rock is starving the spath, they go for drama and control (why do ya think he got Sarah drunk all the time? Bet it was so he could CONTROL HER). It has diverted my husbands attention, at least while he has THIS girlfriend. He also hangs with his back burner girls but the times he tries with me, he gets no where. Sometimes I anti gray rock him and forward his emails to his mom, the ones where he declares he misses me and thanks me for being his one true love. HE HATES being outed b/c he tells his mom he hates me and that SHE is his soulmate. I let his mom dump on him… makes me imagine happy feelings all day long.
Skylar, not your talk, promise. My brain’s been all over the place anyway. If he’s not a spath, he’ll go away because he’s glad it’s over. If he’s not a spath and he’s reading this, he’ll go away hurt and betrayed. If he is a spath, he’s bored and ready to go. If he is a spath and he’s reading this… that’s where I get a little uneasy.
Katy, I was just going to go put stuff on all of the windows. My cell is always glued to me.
Tomorrow I am calling for him to get his stuff. Pretty nervous about it.
yeah Katy,
a guy I met in a sushi bar told me about being boring. It clicked. Most people who try to get away from the spath will run and hide and cry and scream. That’s what they want. But if you just sit there like a lump of coal, it’s no fun.
Every time I tried to leave the spath, there was so much drama. This time, I knew what to do: be boring. I got it.
That’s when I got control. I played with his head at first. Just to see if it really worked. I could tell he needed to know that he could elicit a reaction. He got cops to try to persuade me. He got neighbors to call cops. He called my parents. He called the suicide prevention hotline. It was as clear as daylight. I understood. It was ALL about watching me react. I could never have guessed it on my own, because it’s sooooooooooo juvenile. Who woulda thunk?
But it really is as simple as that. sickos.
YEs Skylar,
Once I understood how to manipulate HIM, I tested it b/c I didn’t think it could be that simple. But it was. Yet to do so made me sick to my stomach. It was NOT the solution to our marriage. I NEEDED a man I could respect. I told him that when we started dating.
When I realized it was true, that he was NOT a person of good character, I felt so slimed, so humiliated, that I gave myself to… that. Feed his ego and let him “win” or at least have the illusion of winning” b/c illusion was good enough for him on most things. He’s weak charactered (word?!?) but he’s also dangerous b/c NOTHING stops him, not even his OWN best interests. But HE COULD BE PLAYED just as he played others. As you say, sicko. (here’s a little funny: in his circle of influence, his nickname is “the con man” b/c he pretends to be such a salt of the earth cowboy, but he is scared of horses and he’s not humble at all, he’s egotisical.)
Sarah, can you arrange to have your brother there when he comes to get his stuff, and NOT you be there? Even seeing you there will give him a chance to try to talk to you, to either hook you back in or rage at you. Not being there (or if you are, stay in your bedroom with the door locked) should calm the situation down, even though he may be pissed or disappointed he doesn’t get a chance to call you names to your face.
Just have your brother tell him, “John, Sarah doesn’t want to see or hear from you any more. You’ve got your stuff, so I hope you will respect her wishes.”
Hopefully that will dampen down the situation. Good luck.
Sky – i was thinking about my mom’s sib. She always said what a bug he was when they were little. my mom was very studious and he was always doing things to try to interrupt that. I remember him as an uncle who would bring us very very cool xmas gifts (race car sets, etc. stuff my parents could neither afford nor would they think of being a good use of money). I remember liking him as a kid. I didn’t see him much after the age of 8. My mom and he had some sort of falling out. it was a time of much drama and trauma in our lives, so I just don’t know what the story really was. she said he gave her some money and be became angry when she tried to pay it back…(he’s the uncle who shot and killed his and my mom’s alcoholic abusive father while trying to stop him from killing their mother – probably 15 years prior to the supposed money thing)
anyhoo – fast forward, and I am in my late 20’s and I go to visit my grandparents, and my uncle comes to visit also (we have always lived in different countries). OMG WHAT A CHILD!!! He is brilliant, has had a very high placed high paying job his whole life, BUT WHAT A F****** CHILD. bug, bug, bug. couldn’t stand to be bored, couldn’t stand to be quiet, couldn’t stand to just let people or things be. Masquerading as funny – he’s a quick study and then just goes for it. My sib has this quick study quality, but then she is outright mean when she figures out a persons ‘weakness’.
I have always spoken of him as an 8 year boy – when they go through that pull hair, frogs and snakes to scare little girls and nang nag on one thing phase (well, in my day that was the paradigm. haha) After 2 days with this guy i never wanted to speak to him again. And pretty much haven’t.
sooooo, i wonder what the hell HE is. sigh. a pit of disordered folk in my bloodlines. maybe it was good that i didn’t spawn. I always thought that i was just really ‘sensitive’, maybe i was just really surrounded by the calculating and self serving disordered. that thought really pisses me off.
Wow, One/Joy, your family is more farked up than mine, and that’s saying a lot! LOL Sounds like we may be kin though as You also seem to have an UNCLE MONSTER….sorry.
naw, i think your’s is still worse than mine ox – just your sperm donor alone…
and btw, my mom’s dad….needed killing. I had for years thought of him as abusive, depressive and self medicating. but i now know that he was a hardcore womanizer who beat his son and wife for years (and supposedly brilliant also)….but oddly enough, never my mom (by all accounts this is true)…so we just say she was groomed to enable enable enable. she carries a lot of guilt that she wasn’t home when all this happened as her role was always to stop stuff from happening. she had had a nervous breakdown the year before (which she refers to as some other physical illness…sigh) and the shrink told her to get the hell out of dogde. so she was away at nursing school when her brother shot her father. he was charged and tried and let off. he then joined the army at 16.
okay, creepy update coming: my uncle became a championshsip marksman – won trophies all over NA and Europe supposedly.
I was told he killed my mom’s dad (who I look like – just found this out 4 years ago when i finally saw a picture) when I was 10 or 11(by my mom). I was just supposed to process this like i had been told to go to the milk house and get some milk. So weird to be given that ‘shameful secret’ and just told to hold it. My mom was one messed up cookie. I suppose she never really found a way to process this, and she had no tools to teach me either…..but to tell a kid that kind of thing? No idea what was going on in her mind, and it’s too late to ask.