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.)
another valentine (in response to receivng an email with a pic in it, and a note that said, ‘since you are not on facebook anymore, here is a picture of x’):
dear k,
I left facebook because it was painful to be only a spectator in your lives after years of friendship.
DH is a pyscopath and for the damage she caused me she might as well have brutally raped me. coupled with how physically and cognitively injured I was from the toxin exposures, i was in the darkest time of my life. You thought i should just bounce back and be good. I needed you, but you shunned and abandoned me. Was my behavior hard to handle? of course it was – I WAS IN THE DARKEST TIME OF MY LIFE. YOU DIDN’T HAVE THE COMPASSION OR THE DESIRE TO REACH OUT AND BE MY DAMNED FRIEND. What the two of you did to me damaged me in my already fragile state.
I would never write this to you in real life – i want to both show the depth of my anger and to be ‘fair’ – these things are at odds with one another.
I don’t want either of you back as friends. i don’t trust you and i see now that you are both shallow and lacking in a depth of compassion. i am really angry with you – i would NEVER have done this to you – ever. and this is both my strength and weakness. it took months for my anger to rise, but here it is. you could have helped me, but you made it worse instead. we have always known you were more self serving than most of the folks we know, but i viewed it as an eccentricity and a protective stance on your part – well, i guess it was. but your lack of compassion for a friend going through hell let me look like a threat to your well protected system. ow.
i wrote here today to stop from writing you in real life. i have enough to deal with, but it’s weighing on me. i am having anxiety spikes related to work, and this thing with you is poking at me – best to write a bit out, so that i can deal with work. you, i will get to, when i have time.
One Joy,
that is very well written. If you wrote that to me, I would come crawling begging for forgiveness. But we both know that these are not actually normal friends, but just shallow people. As MamaGem said, “don’t throw your pearls before swine”.
Give shallow emotions to the shallow and deep emotions to the deep. Hopefully we can have the wisdom to know the difference. That’s another blessing that an encounter with the spath gives us: the truth of who our other “friends” and “acquaintances” are comes out.
MamaGem,
thank you for your kind and loving words. We both have grown in the past few months. It’s so easy to see it in others, sometimes harder to see out own growth. Your posts reflect the wisdom you’ve gained from pain and from acceptance.
When I first read the letter in the bible, I thought everything I had learned about spaths might be wrong. I was so sure that they were shallow and unwilling to change, but the letter said otherwise. Then I got the email from my spath-brother and I remembered how he has been searching for “spiritual enlightenment” his whole life. Even as a little boy he had a guru: Jack Lalane! But knowing that you have a hole in your soul and filling it, are 2 different things. My new understanding is that spaths cannot move on to the new because they won’t let go of the past. They want to continue using the same old methods of survival that they did as infants. They may want better lives, but mostly they like to wallow in their own little pity partys, feeling angry at the world because they didn’t get everything. So they sit and rage and shit their diapers, until they get attention.
One, Sky,
I love you both so much! One, that was a GREAT “letter”
I hope writing it out helps you heal just a little more 🙂
Sky, you just blow me away, Chica. I’m so blessed to call you a genuine, true friend.
You both are SO CLEAR!
LL
Love you too (((LL)))
are you feeling better today?
I’m a bit better. Still disgusted at my P-brother though. He’s up to something.
((( sky )))
A little. But my household is getting sick 🙁
I can sit here and say I can’t believe it, but that would just be an initial reaction, I guess more like “It figures”, in response to your P brother and his antics.
Sky, are/were you NC with P brother or? I thought I read that on another thread, that he had been writing to you but that you were ignoring his emails? SO what are you thinking about in response or are you going to stay NC if you aren’t already?
LL
LL- 🙂
it will take many more – and lots less polite than that one, to get this venom out of my belly.
LL – i think you show more clarity than you recognize. i know you have been going through some blinding pain, that probably clouds your sense of progress and clarity. i am in pain, yes, and i know that getting to the bottom of that pain with my lost friends isn’t going to be pleasant or easy, but i am trying to deal with things to the best of my ability. right now i really do have to focus on work – but i can’t let this other stuff fester without acknowledgment – i am volatile enough as it is. my emotions need space, and if they don’t have it i will blow my job.
right now i am working on some job stuff that is freaking me out – and there is a swirl of anger in my gut about my friends. i tend to eat when i am full of anxiety. i have felt this sneaking up on me for days. practicing self care is a challenge. I feel all alone in my job and judged. a couple of things have happened, and i am at yet another critical point in my project (raising my anxiety). So, of course my feelings about my friends abandoning me and shunning me, which are similar, are swimming about. I feel really resentful right now. sooo angry for doing too much to my friends (trying to fill in the space left by their shallowness, and giving beyond my endurance at my job. i am waaay angry…and yet i still have to do my job, and not be nasty to anyone, regarldess of how much they piss me off. exhale. thanks for listening. 😉
One,
I totally understand and I admire that you CAN still muddle through and do the best you can with work. I guess I could beat the proverbial shit out of myself for not being able to stay in school right now, but eh….it is what it is.
I’m really glad your sharing this stuff One. It helps me to recognize things within that barf themselves up while reading or what to expect when they do. I think you’re handing this better than you think you are!!
🙂
ty LL – we can be blind to how we are doing (sound familiar?;))
i couldn’t concentrate at all when the discard came down – 16 months ago. i muddled my way through the last 5 months of my last contract – it was horrible. the ptsd was so bad i could barely function. i had a very good rep at that job – so i FAKED my way thorugh it. When that job was winding down i fell to bits. i struggled sooo hard with a small contract i had. And then i spent several months looking for work – no money and not able to do all the things i would have noramaly done to make work happen.
school is not a refuge for you. maybe it’s fine that it needed to go for now. it’s okay either way, because although it is frightening, it is what it is – and fighting it makes it harder. i know, i fought it.
i have healed so much in the last 6 months. i am getting close to ‘stable’…which is showing, as i now have the luxury of being angry at my lost friends – for so long the spath got ALL the rage time i had. healing hurts, but we are left with a good outcome, as opposed to the kind of damage left in the wake of the spaths.
One,
Where you’re at is where I soon hope to be. I think this is probably the most difficult place to be right now. Just “sitting” in it, ya know?
Trying to do much more than even the basic of basics right now, is so overwhelming.
My ptsd is really bad right now. I’m glad I’m in therapy, and the meds aren’t quite kicked in fully yet.
I believe I’ll get there, just gonna take awhile. When I hear from all of you that are bit further out, it is a bit encouraging. It won’t be like this forever.
LL
LL,
yes I was NC with him when his first email came out of the blue. Didn’t respond for a while then said, “actions speak louder than words”. He doesn’t “get” NC as a choice. He only understands “being mad”. I’m not “mad” at him, I’m disgusted with his existance. I’m disgusted that his own narcissism is his stumbling block, because I’ve seen how hard he has tried to get over his demons. When I first moved to my parents’ and read “why is it always about you?”. I said to him, “I finally know what’s wrong with you, read this book.”
His response was, “I already know everything I need to know, there’s nothing new in that book” (or something to that effect).
So you see why his own narcissism is PART of the problem? He’s already PERFECT AND KNOWS IT ALL!
I’m not saying it’s the whole problem because I know that even becoming an expert on narcissism wouldn’t help him, if he still LIKES being a narcissist in any way.