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!
OneJoy,
your uncle sounds like ADHD. Some spaths are that way, like my trojan horse spath. Other spaths are very still and quiet. My ex-spath, comes across as the strong silent type. He’s more like Clint Eastwood in his tough guy roles. When he smoked, he dangled a cigarette in the same way, from his lips. I met his spath father, one time, and he was even less animated. When I entered the house, I had a feeling of dread. I spent most of the weekend hiding in the bedroom. But the old man didn’t say a word to me the entire time I was visiting his home. Later, Spath said his dad traveled to our city to see him and they spoke about dying, since the old man had lung cancer. He said, “Spath, you should never be afraid of dying, we all die. It’s a natural progression of things.” At that point, Spath had been going through some anxiety about dying. I thinki it happened right before he wrote that letter I found in the bible. What his dad SHOULD have said is, “Spath, you should be afraid of dying because you’re going to hell just like I am, because I’m evil and I slimed you with evil. See you in hell.” Oh well, he can tell him when he sees him. Maybe they’ll all hang out with your mom’s dad?
The childish aspect in spaths is part of their shallowness. They don’t develop their deeper emotional sensibilities. They stay as shallow and predictable as a child. Maybe they find the prospect of processing those emotions too painful and will do anything to avoid it. Maybe the ADHD is a symptom of avoiding deep feelings by staying very busy. Consequently, they don’t have time for deep and painful introspection. And maybe, the quiet, still spaths avoid that introspection in another way: by sitting around plotting evil in their minds.
My brother is more of the still, quiet spath type. But when he was a kid, about 7 or 8 years old, he used to do a weird thing which my parents took him to the doctor for. It’s hard to describe. His face would become very intense and you could tell he was visualizing a very violent scene happening in front of his face. He would “animate” the scene with his hands which would become very rigid and trembling in front of his face. It looked to me like he was imagining explosions. I think he even made explosive sounds – can’t recall exactly.
Spaths are so f’ed up.
Dear OneJoy,
Well, that explains why your mom was such an enabler with your N-sperm donor and endured his abuse….she was like my maternal grandmother I think more than my egg donor, my egg donor PLAYS HARD BALL and punishes you if you don’t go along with the family dynamics—especially me since I am the one who was programmed to take over the family enabler role and REFUSED! HOW DARE I DO SUCH A THING! LOL My grandmother tried to “make peace” and “keep the peace” but she would NOT punish you if you didn’t go along, try to guilt you maybe, but not PUNISHMENT, she was more a secret keeper as well, even among the family members….egg donor is big time into the PUNISHMENT, CONTROL, USING FORCE.
Yea, my P sperm donor was a pretty bad dude….and my P son is just as bad, maybe worse, but fortunately has not been allowed yet to become a SERIAL killer like his grandpa was.
My maternal grandmother’s father was an abusive drunk, and that whole geneological line were pretty bad nasty drunks and wife beaters, but still managed to hold jobs and positions in the community in spite of it.
Oxy,
I have to agree with OneJoy, your family takes the cake. 🙁
Isn’t it funny though, that with how over the top disordered our families are, WE didn’t notice? It seemed so normal.
Well exspath sent me another email this morning. This is not a good sign. He seems to really want to contact me.
sky – he has formed no long lasting deep relationships in his life. he is close to his mother and connects with her often. other than that, nada. she has commented on that to me – oy vey, the things i am waking up to! there were ALWAYS other ways to explain most of the actions of most of my relatives.
i alsways saw my gf as a sad tragic man, because i saw him through my mothers eyes (regardless of his actions – but i think that was due in part to the emotionless way my mom told me that uncle had killed gf because of what gf was doing – wringing my gm neck!). she LOVED him (enabler, enabler, enabler and i think she identified with his quieter (non-drunk) nature and intelligence). It wasn’t until gm and i really started to talk about this in the last 7 years that i think i have a more accurate picture of gf.
don’t know that i will ever have an accurate pic of uncle – the only two people who could give me more info are both demented.
spath’s fake boy was very childlike…now we know why. i love kids, and i love to play. and she fucking exploited THAT, too. she needs killing also.
Skylar, HOLD THE LINE BABY, DO NOT RESPOND! If you respond it will blow up in your face like a road side bomb!
Send his e mails to the junk bin and do not read them even! He is looking for 1) attention 2) to get close enough to hurt you again or 3) some form of N supply—and I can bet it won’t be anything nice to you.
SO NOOOOOOO CONTACT, NADA, NIL, ZILCH, ZERO, ABSOLUTELY NONE!!!!! You can do it, otherwise I will have to saddle up Fat or Hairy and ride out there with my skillet in my hand! And it is toooo danged hot to do that. Even today which is so far only 80 degrees, but 91% humidity….tooo hot to make the trip! OOps, here comes the sun so may turn hotter. Besides, I have to go to a funeral tomorrow.
sky – sweetie, anthropological interest does not take precedence over safety: BLOCK HIM.
oxy – my mom was a big emo punisher and controller of my movements and actions when i was younger. i WAS the family calmer. my n sis just locked herself in the den and turned the TV up LOUD. i was kind to my parents, so i slipped under the radar a lot. also self sufficient – well, didn’t have any choice on that one. sib was mean, and less self sufficient. lots of triangulation in the family. dad was the one with ‘humour’ and mom was the one banging the kitchen cupboards in frustration.
my mom had a really rough time from about the time i was 8. she had a very serious car accident and has been in pain from it for the rest of her life. n sire too selfish to quit the farm and take a diff job so that she wouldn’t have to work so hard to support said farm, when she really needed to rest and heal. so, i put down a lot of how she was to the pain and and now also to frustration of living with a selfish prick.
she changed over the years – i started standing up to her at 15, and we didn’t speak for a year when i came out, because she had nothing nice to say, so i told her to say nothing. she got over it. during the time i discovered feminism and started to spat with my dad her supply self really showed – in that she so much wanted me to stay in line and be supply. she once lamented that it didn’t matter what she said, i did what i damned well pleased. indeed.
she started to heal up a bit, too. no kids to support helped, no doubt.
then the strokes and dementia…and only love from me to her and she just loves me now – she still tries to get me to bond with him, but it hasn’t worked for quite a while now.
Ok, Ladies, I’m holding the line. NCNCNCNC.
I just wonder what he wants and if he is planning something. Ick. He’ll probably try to call next. Or he’ll call my parents.
I believe in the power of gray rock. No response makes them go away. I will be the one who controls this situation. I will NOT respond to anything he puts out there.
One Joy, you said, “there were ALWAYS other ways to explain most of the actions of most of my relatives. ” Yes, when we were living in the “dark ages” we saw all these strange people as being so complex and outside of our understanding. Turns out they are just the opposite: shallow and infantile. We are all born with our own temperments, so they appear to have some uniqueness, but deep down, it’s all mommy issues and inability to mature emotionally.
That is what is so rewarding about understanding the cluster b’s. They are all just a form of shallowness. The spaths put on various masks which makes them chameleons. They hide their true nature. That’s why they seem complex, but it’s a completely false facade that we are witnessing. The other cluster b’s don’t hide as well, but we still contort ourselves into pretzels trying to make excuses for them. It’s all just remnants of unresolved childhood issues.
The best part of all this is when we see OURSELVES through that lens. Then we can begin to plan our growing. Actually doing it is whole ‘nother ball of wax.
One, it is amazing how CLEARLY we can no look at our backgrounds and our families of origin in RETROSPECT….hindsight is 20/20 SOME TIMES anyway….other times people stay in the denial even about the past. I know I did for a long time. I even convinced myself from time to time that I had a “happy” childhood in a “normal” family….and there were parts of it that were good, that were happy, but they were not connected to my egg donor. They were connected to my egg donor’s parents and to my step father, and to my horses and dogs, to the farm, to having the freedom to roam in the woods. Look back as I can at memories, I can’t remember a single GOOD memory of my time spent with egg donor. I do remember great times, good times with my step father, with my egg donor’s mom and dad, and with my sperm donor’s family, and with other distant relatives and neighbors here in the community, but not where my egg donor was concerned. I remember criticism and distrust, and her attempts at control.
Then after we moved to the farm things leveled out and seemed good, because I was doing what she wanted me to…and at the time it was also what I wanted to do….but then when I stopped going along with her enabling, all hell broke loose…..AGAIN. Then those repressed memories about all the other times that ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE (all the way back to when I was a kid) came flooding back and I realized I had been repressing and denying all this for my entire life….playing “let’s pretend we are a nice, normal family”—not a game I want to play any more.
I’m glad that you are able now to even in spite of everything, forge a bond and an intimacy with your mother. Not possible with mine. I was fortunate to have my step father though, and his memory sustains a lot for me. He was a kind and quiet man, very bright and very much the mentor, I was fortunate to spend those last 18 months of his life on this earth closely with him, and at a time I needed the support we gave each other, and he did too. It was very mutually sustaining.
Sky, Just keep on keeping on, NC NC!!!! Forever. Yea, he may call your parents or someone else…can you give them a heads up to either not answer or not talk to him? Not give him any information about you?
Can you block the e mails so they will bounce or put an automated answer on it, like one of those “out of office” notifications on e mail? Or just change the e mail addy…but just hang tight and be strong, you CAN DO IT!!!!