I write you this letter to explain something to you. You have a serious personality disorder whose very symptoms, paradoxically, may leave you unaware that you have it.
Or”¦you may be “aware” of your disorder in an “intellectual” sense but, consequent to your disorder, you lack appropriate alarm and shame over its expression.
People who do not have your disorder, if they were told they had it (and of its nature), would feel extremely unnerved, shamed, to hear this feedback.
You, on the other hand, neither feel, nor react, with expected levels of uneasiness to learn of your disorder. Your reactions, expressing either calm indifference and striking unperturbedness, or, alternatively, possibly rageful defensiveness, merely add credence to the diagnosis.
You were probably not “born” with this disorder, but it’s also probable that you brought a biological tendency to it, whose eventual emergence your upbringing probably encouraged, or elicited.
It seems likely that histories of abuse, neglect and trauma encourage the development of this disorder in individuals who, like yourself, are prone to it.
It is rare, although not impossible, that this disorder would emerge in its fullblown state from childhoods that are genuinely nurturing, secure, and free of emotional and physical abuse.
Your disorder is called a number of different names that can be confusing, among them sociopath, psychopath, antisocial personality disorder, malignant narcissist, and more informal names. Although there may be some useful distinctions between these terms, the confusion they produce probably exceeds the usefulness of these distinctions.
More important are the common elements between them, which describe a similar phenomenon—a human being like yourself who, while intellectually aware of common standards and laws of “right and wrong,” nonetheless grossly, chronically violates the boundaries and integrity of others with deficient remorse, deficient empathy, a deficient sense of accountability and, typically, with an attitude of contempt or indifference towards the experience, and suffering, of those he’s violated.
You might recognize yourself in this description, but you may not. If you do, as I’ve suggested, your recognition of yourself as having this disorder will produce a notably inappropriate response.
But if you don’t recognize yourself from this description, it’s likely to be a function of more than just your denial. Rather, your failure to see yourself, truly, as a sociopath probably reflects, to an extent, an aforementioned feature of your disorder: I refer again to your deficient empathy, as a consequence of which you are actually incapable of feeling more than superficial, transient concern about, and remorse for, your hurtful impact on others.
It is possible that hurting others is a primary goal, but it’s also likely that hurting others is a byproduct of your primary aim (and pattern) of taking something from others that doesn’t belong to you.
In other words you may, or may not, intentionally seek to hurt others, but in either case your condition leaves you depleted of normal, inhibiting levels of compassion, sympathy and empathy towards others.
Your disorder has other essential features. The reason you can take from people, steal from them—their money, their dignity, sometimes their lives—and suffer so neglibly, if at all, from your abuse of them, is that you do not respect them.
Your condition fundamentally leaves you with a characterological disrespect of others.
You view the world as a competition ground for gratification. People around you are thus players in this metaphorical drama”¦.players from whom your principal inclination is to take, cajole, exploit and manipulate whatever it is that will leave you, not them, in a more comfortable, satiated condition.
You feel that your gratification—your present security, status, satisfaction and entertainment—takes precedence over everyone else’s. Your gratification is simply more important than anything else.
In your mind, you are entitled to the gratification you seek—in whatever forms you presently seek it—even when it costs others a great deal of pain towards which, as we’ve established, you bring a disordered lack of empathy and concern.
This is a very twisted notion—specifically, the conviction that your gratification and its pursuit are virtually your inalienable right—a notion that supports the rationalizing of the chronic expression of your abusive, exploitive attitudes and behaviors towards others.
Finally, this make you an unrepentant boundary violator of others’ space.
I am willing to try and help you in some way, if I can, but as you may, or may not, know your disorder is notoriously unamenable to known treatments. But first I ask that you return to me the forty dollars we both know that you took from my desk drawer last week when I left you alone in my office for half a minute.
You did this once before, and because I had no proof, I could not be 100% certain you stole from me. But this time I counted my money before stepping out of my office, admittedly in case you stole from me again, allowing me proof of your theft.
And so I ask you to admit this when I see you next Tuesday, rather than play the foolish games that are often so indicative of your personality type.
Perhaps we can discuss this letter when I see you, or perhaps you took a quick look at it, laughed, and ripped it up. We will see.
Enjoy the rest of your week.
(This article is copyrighted (c) 2011 by Steve Becker, LCSW.)
I have two boys ages 17 and 13. I am so proud of them. I tell them both I love them every day. I kiss them good morning and good night. I don’t remember my mom every saying she loved me.
I am not perfect. I am obviously wounded and warped by my childhood experience. I am trying to be a better parent.
Superkid,
The jealousy thing. My egg donor was not the favorite because she was a girl, her P-brother, my Uncle Monster was the SON and therefore no matter what he did, he was the SON to “carry on the name.” (Like that was some sort of honor the male had that the female didn’t!) In fact, he BLACKENED the name.
She married and divorced YOUNG, came home and lived with my grandparents who tookk care of me while my egg donor worked. I bonded to my grandparents and was like the “favorite child of their old age” sort of like Joseph and Benjamin in the old testement. They had the TIME and the money to spend with me because when they were raising her they were DEAD BROKE during the depression (1929-1950) just scrambling to FEED her.
She resented that I bonded to them, she also resented that they were “favoring” me over her, just like they had her brother. So yes, she resented me and was jealous of the approval I got from them, the time I got from them. My grandfather carried me around like a rag doll from the time I was born, where ever he went that he could take me, he DID take me.
When egg donor remarried and moved into another home, I wanted to stay at the farm with grandparents, but she made me go against my will. EVERY weekend and every holiday from school, I wanted to be there and I was, and each fall she would drag me kicking and screaming back to town to live with her and my step father. He was good to me and I spent lots of time with him as he was a school teacher and I rode to school and home with him, spent afternoons with him,l and when she would come home much later from work it was always biatch biatch, I dreaded her coming home. By the time I was 14-15 it was an all out WAR of her trying to control me and me resisting. I never fought with my grandparents or my step dad and would never have disobeyed them or mouthed off to them, but I MOUTHED off and resisted her. The resentment grew and grew until I went to l ive with my P sperm donor just to get the fark away from her.
Jumping into the fire from the frying pan. Then after I escaped his grasp I went to California, only because I couldn’t have the money for a ticket to INDIA…..years later we “made peace” after I married and had kids, but then she started trying to take control of my kids….the way she thought my grandparents had done me….by the time my youngest was 15 and out of control, she took him in against my will (I would have had to have fought her in court) so she is still being manipulated by him and enabling him…..enabled her brother until he died….and it is just like a freaking soap opera.
She used religion and God as a club to guilt me into doing what SHE wanted….and make herself feel self righteous for doing it.
I saw the patterns years and years ago but I talked myself out of ACTING on those patterns in a healthy way.
As someone on here once said, I LEARNED TO FUNCTION IN MY DYSFUNCTION.
When I quit enabling my P son,, though, and then refused to enable her any more, to let her control me like a puppet…she turned on me like a snake and attacked! Devalued me and discarded me, taking my P-DIL and the Trojan Horse Psychopath as her dupes (she thought) but then they turned on her! Of course we have proof in letters from P son to the DIL and the TH-P that shows HE WAS IN CONTROL OF THEM not her, and what his intentions were toward me, but she chooses not to believe that, and when the “rubber met the road” she chose enabling P-son over having me in her life (with boundaries) or son C in her life or my adopted son D (she discarded him before she even discarded me because “he wasn’t blood.” Of course the DIL or the Trojan Horse P weren’t blood either….but she didn’t seem to get the inconsistency of that. LOL She doesn’t get a lot of inconsistencies. And for that matter neither does son C. He went NC with her for lying to him, but then HE LIED TO ME. DUH? So I am essentially NC with him. E mail contact regarding his brother’s parole hearings ONLY. It was really painful to realize that he had reverted to the lying…but it wasn’t just the ONE lie he told, but the cherry on the sundae, it was the LAST OF A LONG SERIES OF LIES he had told. He isn’t a psychopath, but he is not honorable or trustworthy. He knew my boundary that ANY lie would be NC, and he did it anyway. KNOWING WHAT THE POTENTIAL CONSEQUENCE WAS….and he is such a POOR LIAR that I started to suspect he was lying immediately when he started and didn’t take long for him to get caught. PATTERNS OF BEHAVIOR.
He really does consider himself an honorable man, but I don’t, and I don’t need dishonest people in my life who are willing to disrespect me by lying to me. Oh, well, HIS PROBLEM not mine any more.
LL your kids “not having family” because the family is dysfunctional is a + not a — they are better off and so are you. I don’t have much family left either between the deaths and the dishonesty and lack of trustworthiness. But at the same time, those I do have are GOLD….and I have had enough of the drama kings and queens to last me 10 life times.
I don’t get the jealousy either. could it be there’s more? Is it lack of control? Do they fear that we will escape their clutches? That we will do better than they did and then not need them anymore? Is it fear of abandonment?
Who the heck knows. My parents deny it but not vehemently.
As a little 3 year old, I was tiny, sickly and skinny and withdrawn. My sister was born and she was a large infant, charismatic and flirtatious. My parents couldn’t stop buying things for her. It was like this was their only child. The other 3 were just appendages.
So when did they turn from ignoring me to envying me? When I began to rebel and show my power. They could see I was not going to fade into non-existance.
Oxy,
I think I see what is happening with your egg donor. She was incapable of bonding with her own parents for some reason. Whether it was their fault or hers, I don’t know. But YOU had no problem bonding with them, so…
Then she picked a psychopath for a husband because she wasn’t good at bonding. Later, when she picked a good husband, you bonded with him too. You’ve been stuck in a triangulation relationshit with your egg-donor since you were born!!
First competing with her parents for love. Then her husband, and now she wants to continue it with your children. How freaking interesting!! She wants to keep the drama going, so she will never stop trying to egg your sons on against you. She lost the first 2 rounds (with her parents and with your step-father) and she is determined to win the last round. That’s why she was so interested in knowing if your son was still living at your house. She is trying to contact him.
How sad. I think you’re doing the best thing you can in this circumstance: NC and getting off the merry go round.
Ox,
Obviously, or I’d still be allowing the P fam to infiltrate our lives. My P daddy used MONEY as his POWER over all. I wasn’t into that. My mother has long since been dead and only two of the children really remember well. I think if she were still living, we’d probably be NC anyway.
While I realize we’re better off, there is for me, at times, a feeling of failure for not providing access to my fam for the children. BUt I just couldn’t do it. I’m the first in my family to completely break away with ALL of them, going no contact.
They think I’m two bud lites short of a case, but oh well.
LL
LL ‘They think I’m two bud lites short of a case, but oh well.’ (((((((((((LMAO at this one-liner)))))
Two bricks short of a load
a sheet short of a set of sails
An ox short of a team
Yep, it is always something that we are “short of” that makes us not quite “Ok” in their book any way. Something that we need to correct about ourselves in order to give them what THEY need.
Jealousy of or resentment for what we have or are is one way of looking at their feelings toward us. Or they compare themselves to us and feel like others (or we) measure them by our successes.
I noticed that though my P son is extremely bright, he tended to associate with people who were “one down” to him as far as brains were concerned. He saw my brains as a threat to him, my determination as a threat to him. He was VERY jealous of other people’s relationship with my husband (who was as bright or brighter and well more accomplished than P: son) and wanted to be the “favorite son”—he absolutely despised my son C but C wanted so badly to be loved by his brother, to be accepted by him that he was the perfect dupe. Son D was hated and resented and P son was very jealous of him as son D got to spend the time P son wanted to with my husband, flying, working on plane, going places, etc. Son D is so bright and soaked up knowledge from my husband like a sponge and my husband loved that, he was a natural born teacher and a good student was a real pleasure. P-son was SOOOOO jealous of that.
He automatically thought that son D was out to “take away” what was HIS– from approval by hubby to P son’s part in our family’s estate when everyone was gone….only P-son was willing to hurry our demise along a bit to “get his share—ALL OF IT!” The sense of ENTITLEMENT to what belongs to others, that sense of ownership of others. Unbelievable until you finally SEE IT then it becomes SO OBVIOUS you think HOW COULD I HAVE BEEN SO BLIND?
OX,
It’s hard to see in the fam dynamic. Takes a long time as you well know.
The jealousy and envy is just amazing. I think I caused P daddy a HUUUUUUGE n injury when I told him he could take his money and stuff it up his arse! He always controlled with money. THE ENVY OF ME WAS BECAUSE I COULD CARE LESS! Envy/loss of control. He had nothing else to offer. The relationshits with my sis/bro spaths are not real or genuine, they’re just waiting for P daddy to kick off.
No thank you. I’m very poor. I’d rather be poor, than live as they do. especially without all the envy jealousy control games ya know?
Because of my martyr complex, I have a hard time feeling envy. It drove the spath crazy. No matter how much he compared what other have to what I didn’t, I was simply happy for them. Shit, when you’re a martyr, you HAVE to be happy for what others have because if they didn’t have it, you’d feel compelled to go GET it for them. For me, seeing others happy just meant less work for me!!!!
I really have to get rid of this programming. It’s debilitating!
This also explains why I’m a sucker for the pity ploy….
Sky
You just opened up another wound for me, but it’s good to see it.
I struggle with envy, but of other’s status’s money. I was programmed to do so. My P daddy being wealthy, he was very much into what the presentation was to outside world. I bought into that. With every step i took to try to become “successful” he sabotaged it. A self fulfilling prophesy. I’m not successful in the slightest. Ironically, last ex was also into status, what he had, looked like to the outside world. Go figure
LL