Sometimes I like to revisit, churn all over again, a prior concern around sociopathy. A number of colleagues were recently stressing the defective quality of empathy in the more sociopathic clients they work with, while I found myself stressing the quality of remorselessness in the more sociopathic clients with whom I work (and have worked).
In my view, remorselessness is a much more serious indicator of sociopathy than lack of empathy per se. I know I’ve stated this in previous pieces, but well”¦here I go all over again.
Many people lack empathy for a great many reasons, depending on how one even defines empathy. But clearly this is true—many of us have a relatively difficult time emotionally stepping into another’s shoes and genuinely, emotionally inhabiting (as it were) his or her experience; that is, feeling their experience with them, for them.
I’d venture to say that a rather high percentage of the general population fails pretty badly at meeting this pretty classical criterion to be considered “empathic.” Of course, nothing is black and white: sometimes we find ourselves experiencing empathy in surprising circumstances, almost unaccountably; otherwise, sensing that empathy is clearly indicated in certain situations, we might find ourselves in suprisingly, uncomfortably short supplies of it?
And so the experience of pure empathy eludes many of us, perhaps even the majority of us, often”¦more often than we might even want to admit.
However, remorselessness is a whole different kettle of fish. A typical case involving a nonsociopath goes like this. One partner, a good communicator, says to her husband, “What you said to me last night in front of our company was humiliating. You have no idea, I’m guessing, how much that hurt me and pissed me off. If you ever do that again, I swear I may never forgive you.”
Her husband, if he’s really honest, might say, “You know what? I really don’t have any idea. I didn’t see, and still don’t, why what I said was that big a deal. I was trying to be funny. I didn’t think you’d take it so personally.”
This husband, we might say, lacks empathy. We don’t even need to know what he said that aroused his wife’s ire to surmise that, here, in this example, taken from a couples session I facilitated recently, he is demonstrating less than optimal empathy.
But he also added, sincerely, “I’m sorry. I am. I’m sorry I hurt you so much. I won’t do that again.”
His wife was only somewhat appeased by his apology because, while it expressed remorse, it didn’t reflect much, if any, empathy. And she wanted more than remorse. She wanted empathy.
I believe it is entirely possible, even common, to express remorse, sincerely, even in the absence of empathically appreciating the impact of the original behavior for which you are expressing the remorse. This is because, if you are not a sociopath, you can really feel bad for hurting someone even without quite understanding why what you did was so hurtful.
Now, in the example above, the partner chastised for his previous night’s insensitivity could have responded differently, reacting to his wife’s feedback with, “You know what? Too damned bad. So you felt hurt? Well”¦get over it.”
This would be a response not only lacking in empathy but also in remorse. As an isolated, occasionally defensive, hostile response, it wouldn’t necessarily suggest the presence of sociopathy; but as a patterned kind of remorseless reaction it may very well signal the presence of sociopathic tendencies.
In the vast majority of cases, the relatively non-empathic individual reacts with some form of true remorse upon learning he or she has been experienced as damaging, even if it comes as a real, confusing surprise to learn this. Again, the typical response might be along the lines of, “Really? I had no idea.” (reflecting defective empathy) “But I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you like that.” (reflecting remorse).
Where remorse is missing from acts that have been experienced as hurtful, we find ourselves in much more seriously disturbed territory. Sociopaths, of course, may feign remorse, although many times not. But feigned, shallow remorse—remorse that serves his self-interest, not yours—is worth less than no remorse.
A chronic theme of weak, or absent, remorse is thus much more indicative of the sociopathically oriented individual than the measure of his empathy. Oddly enough weak, or even sometimes missing, empathy, doesn’t necessarily preclude some form of meaningful connection with another (although it won’t be empathically-based).
But weak, or missing, remorse fatally does preclude such a connection, ensuring only the possibility of a damaging, exploitive experience.
(This article is copyrighted © 2011 by Steve Becker, LCSW. My use of male gender pronouns is for convenience’s sake only, not to suggest that females aren’t capable of the attitudes and behaiors discussed.)
I don’t have any real “statistics” on it, but most of the relationships I have seen that formed from meeting in a rehab setting or AA turned out to be BAAAAD ones in the end. It is difficult enough for one person who is an addict to stay clean, but twice as difficult for two, and I think the fact that the other addict/partner understands the situation doesn’t really help that much.
AA is kind of like “church,” in that, if you “sin” and “fall from grace” they have to take you back in if you go and at least superficially “repent.” A perfect place for psychopaths to get REPEATED “forgiveness” for their bad acts and blame it on the demon rum or on the devil made me do it. LOL And everyone is just supposed to “pretend it never happened.”
It amazes me, now that I have noticed it, that the “let’s pretend none of this happened and go on being friends/family/lovers” how this seems to be a common theme running throughout the lives of psychopathicly-turned people and their victims.
The old if I crap on you, then give it some time, then I don’t have to make amends, we just pick up where we left off before I did it. AA at least has one of the steps about making amends, but you know sometimes there just are no amends that can be made when you have soul raped someone. I may be able to forgive someone for what they did to me (get the bitterness against them out of my heart) but I can’t trust them ever again, the RISK is just too big for me to be willing to take. They just have to go their way and let me go mine.
I sort of feel like that with my son C. I love him, and I forgive him, but the RISK of him reoffending and lying to me again is so great (from past behavior and past failed efforts at remorse etc) and the pain so horrific, that I can’t trust him again because the risk to myself is too great and I’m not willing to pay that price for a relationship. I can’t pay that price without risking too much. I wish I could but you know when you touch a hot stove enough times, you get to where you are afraid to touch ANY stove.
For a small person, I was stunned how much my x-spath could drink. He even boasted of such in an email. Yet, all of his online profiles say he either does not drink or only drinks occasionally…
He was not a violent person and describes himself as “chilled” and “calm in nature.” Sober, he is very calm and soft-spoken. Drink seemed to make him edgy, especially in “unmasking situations.”
However the one of the dating sites profiles him as “more agressive.” Why the disconnect? Because these matching profile algoritms only ask questions. Users don’t know how answers feed the resulting profile.
Thus, my x-spath’s “more agressive” ranking comes from internalized aggression manifest by substance abuse, kiny sex and perhaps legal issues of which I am unaware, but had a strong suspicion after seeing his answers to some of the “matching” questions.
All-in-all, he is the most capable wolf in sheep’s clothing I ever met.
SeeingClearly –
So glad you clarified; I was wondering how “sprits” could be lifted.
(okay, to be totally honest, what I was REALLY wondering was what “sprits” were! LOL)
Okay then Oxy and BBE –
I’m going to throw you a curve ball. Analyse this –
The ONLY time I ever got drunk in public, at a party, I bit my (then) boyfriend on the stomach, right through his shirt and left a big red mark. In real life (in sober life) I am a peace-loving flower who wouldn’t harm a fly.
Please explain?
Petite –
There’s really nothing I could add to the above answers to your questions, that hasn’t already been said. However, there ARE some great articles and discussions in the archives – you should go for a wander. x
BBE,
I can’t understand the substance abuse out of my exPOS when it didn’t seem to affect him much? He made statements to that effect whenever he drank,”I don’t know why I do it, it doesn’t do much for me” yet he’d put more away than anyone I’d seen WITHOUT BEING DRUNK. I think I only saw him really drunk like three times, but it was more the physical “illness” that goes with having had too much to drink. It was like there was a complete disconnect EMOTIONALLY while drinking. If that makes sense.
LL
I only began drinking about 10 years into the BS with the spath, when I realized that all his gas lighting had no effect on me while drunk. I use gaslighting in a different way than most people here do. When he gaslighted me, he would simply tell me of all the dangerous things out there in the world. He would ruminate on how we could accidently start a fire, or a car could go out of control, food could poison you, diseases were everywhere. FEAR, FEAR, FEAR.
This went on very subtly for years. It was always presented as a “worry” of his. One day I finally told him, “Spath, a brave man dies once, a coward dies a thousand deaths”. He just looked at me and grinned. It still didn’t shut him up. Most of his “worries” were TELLS about what he planned to do to other people. But what he liked most was my expression on my face as he discussed death and destruction.
So anyway, when I drank and he started up, I would just LAUGH. I would watch TV comedies and laugh. He hated comedies. He said he didn’t get them and they weren’t funny. and he said he hated DRUNKS. He rarely ever drank. He was always in control and caffeinated. His hatred of drunks I think was because he couldn’t do the subtle manipulations of seeding fear but he had a fall back plan: slander people who drink. He would tell me how pathetic his drinking friends were. How they couldn’t wait to get home in the evenings to get drunk. That is true, but these were successful people with very nice homes and aircraft. Which is more than he could say for himself. In the end I found out he was telling everyone that I was a pathetic drunk who took pills and drank every night and that he was worried that I was going to overdose. This was the setup so that when he spiked my drink with the pills he had stolen from me, it would look like suicide and he could tell everyone how HARD HE TRIED TO SAVE ME.
Sky!!
Hi Precious!! So happy to see your posts! I can’t believe your spath did that to you. Your story always blows me away as do a few in here. I’m so glad you got out alive. I’m curious, was there any way you could have proven he was doing this to you and then pursue it legally? I’m assuming if you could, you already would have, but my GOD that is just plain SCARY!!!
LL
LL,
it’s all circumstantial evidence. Like he removed all the food in the fridge when he realized I had given him the slip. Like I was in pain for years and years but it went away the week I left him. Like he kept telling me how easy it would be to poison me. Or he would say he thought he was being poisoned. He even taught himself to vomit spontaneously without putting his finger down his throat. Why do that?
I only figured it all out after I left him. I could see the patterns and how they all fit the narcissist personality. I got to the point where I even know how he thinks. They really all think alike.
Sky,
I’m just so glad you’re still around 🙂
I don’t know if mine thought that way until the end.
LL
LL,
thank you. from what I’ve heard about your childhood, your survival is a miracle as well. We just happen to be really good trauma bonders! 🙂
Sky
HUGS!
Yeppers!
But on some level sky, or are you past this…..didn’t that reality just make you angry? Do you feel disabled to some extent in life because of it? I don’t know that I’m verbalizing this correctly…UGH!