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.)
StillHaveMySoul,
OMG sounds EXACTLY like what I went through… even now I am missing the evil creep.
Aussie girl,
Alcohol dis-inhibits behavior so “why” you bit him, I’m not sure…but it keeps our active, rational, logical and socially inhibited mind from keeping a check on our behavior in general. ONE episode of “biting” or anything probably isn’t all that significant, but you would NOT have bitten him, I am guessing, except that you were drunk. Maybe you had an anger (I am assuming you intended to hurt him when you bit him) that your “inhibited” sober mind didn’t want to address and when that sober mind was dis-inhibited, the anger came out and you bit him.
I haven’t been even really tipsy in years, or drunk in decades, but I usually get “happy” and want to sing and dance (not good at either LOL) and tell everyone how much I love them, then go to sleep. LOL
I’ve seen other people become really nasty and/or dangerous individuals when they drink, my Uncle Monster for one example, but alcohol doesn’t really do much to improve very many people’s personalities I think, and it can make matters a LOT worse.
Ox,
SUCH good points. One of the things I’ve gone over and over in my mind, in that alcohol disinhibits (and it SURE DOES), is that my exPOS would drink a TON and then it seemed as if it had NO effect….I wonder if there is the disconnect to his drinking and drinking but because he is without conscience, that it did nothing for him? IDK it was the WEIRDEST thing I’ve ever seen.
LL
LL –
You could be onto something there.
Maybe this is only the case with spaths. Maybe if they haven’t already “dropped their mask”, then drunkeness could prove to be a form of their undoing; but maybe if the mask has already come off, there’s nothing new to see with them, because their evil nature has already become apparent?
Of my two alcoholic grandfathers, the one I was always a bit scared of (the “grumpy” grandpa) got even nastier with a skinful. The one I loved with a passion (the “jolly” grandpa) would sing, tap-dance, recite poetry and want to party harder, until he passed out. However, if he and my alcoholic grandmother (who was always a mixed bag of absolute gem but sometimes slightly cross and irritable) got drunk together, they would bash the living daylights out of each other, fight and scream and even hospitalise one another. Yet sober, I liked them both as a child and they were both really good to me.
Curious stuff all round, methinks…
i am going insane. the web developer i am working with is constantly LYING to me. I feel like my head is going to blow up. I have been trying to just get the damn site up, and ‘be nice’, and i have just freaking had it. he has wasted a week of my time now. i can’t get someone else onside – i don’t have the time or money. I am calling him in 10 minutes. wanna bet he’s not there? i wanna kill this guy. well, not really. but, you know what i mean.
so weird – blatant lies. and no one i can talk to about it. but here. i just want to cry i am so frustrated.
One stepper, BREATHE!!!!! BREATHE!!!!! Okay, now, CUSSSSSS!!!!! CUSSSS!!!! again! LOL ((((hugs))))
🙂 🙂
thanks oxy!!!
can i kill him now?
onestep you need to chill – do you get paid a salary? by the hour? dont be killin nobody…….
hens – it’s not about money. i have a conference in a few weeks. i have tight deadlines. the buck stops here.
this little turd LIES. at first i thought it was about communication – his lack of it. but he has lied and lied and lied. i recognized that tonight. and after the spath i want to kill all liars.
oh my your gonna be a busy gal….~!