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.)
Hi all,
I have read some of the most recent stories and it has triggered some things for me too Dad staring at me when I was a teenage child sleeping in my bed and i remember waking up and quickly covering up. My entire life has been nothing but trying to prove myself worthy to some man. Spath’s are predators, but I set my self up for failure by trying to take care of someone who would never care back. I don’t know what to do i feel like I can never have a normal relationship even though i still want and so much need one.
I have to contact DV and get a counseling session.
LL is right there are many layers to this “onion” that need to be peeled away. Why do we trusting and good caring women put up with the crap a spath give out and only knows how to give out.
This one is now using my son and my name on a bugus resume to get a job at his new location. No remorse even is emailing and bragging that he “nailed his interview” No remorse about my stroke no remorse about unpaid bills no remorse about my crashed car. No remorse about how devastated I was when he just left in a snow storm in Feb when I wasn’t even home.
?????
unwillingspathclubmember – Spaths do not care about anyone but themselves. End of story. What you said about being left in a snow storm resonates with me.
When HE was ill the I tended him like he was a child, meds, drinks, blanket. When I was ill he said ‘go to bed’. What he meant was go on get out of my sight and let me watch tv (with the sound up loud) so I don’t have to see you or care for you.
While I was lying up there I remember thinking (he never brought me a drink, checked if I was ok, nothing) I thought I could die up here and he really WOULD NOT CARE. That scared me.
unwillingspathclubmember – when I first saw you post I thought your name was cucumber!! One cool dude! Nite x
Candy
if you don’t get this tonight you’ll see it tomorrow.
how many times have I been sick with say a flu and he just ignored me He would say I always feel better when I am left alone when I am sick although that NEVER happened.
You are so right nite
Oxy
It’s interesting how you can see the path of the pathology – from your parents to your egg donor. I don’t know how you’re here every day, how you see the positive in your life, with all of this?
I’m writing on this blog from work. I feel this big raging hole in my heart. The man I loved with all my heart can’t love me back.
🙁
Hello All, Some incredible stories of life with a spath…especially CA Mom and Skylar, wow..thanks for sharing.
One common thread in many of these descriptions of life with a P is ( in my view) how incredibly insecure they actually are deep down. Despite the veneer of invincibility, clarvoyance, power and control, they are actually unable to give love or to recieve it. So our committment to them (before it goes pear shaped) is not something they can take comfort in. They do not know the feeling- so cannot recieve it in their erzatz hearts.
So it seems they have to manipulate and control, debase and destroy us, in order to feel they “own” us. The actual love we feel for them ( before it goes kaboom) is something totally foreign to them, and therefore of no value.
But once they have gaslighted us into a pale shadow of our former selves, they can feel the power of “ownership”. What I am getting at, is that ultimately I think they are a black hole of insecurity and neediness- disguised behind a huge ego and lots of arrogance–especially as they believe the lies they have made up about themselves, and how great they are- or at the very least- believe that having put that “great guy fabrication” out there, they are worthy of being treated as if that is in fact them.
Even when found out, exposed etc. they still hang on to the “idea” of that construct – that non existant person. When they cannot take ownership for their evil, it is as if- in their own heads – the “fake person” would never do that- and they identify with the fake- never examing their real track record, or god forbid, their shallow reptile emotions.
I remember all too well when mine said once, in response to me asking why he never, ever, talked about his “feelings”…said ” I don’t really have any feelings”.
I was thunderstruck..flabbergasted, shocked…but let it slide until much further down the road…when there was really nothing left to hang on to.
Hope you all are feeling some joy in the freedom of being away from these vampires. As hard as starting over with nothing has been, I would have had even less had I stayed, namely, my sanity, and the restoration of my dignity.
TOWANDA
Just a theory
SK,
Well, I am RETIRED….and I stop into my office as I go about my business at home and rest a few minutes and blog a bit. It helps me to stay focused and to work on issues and think about things.
When we push our pain to the side, or when all our time and thought is taken up with work, raising kids, or god forbid a new relationship (been there!) we don’t process and continue to GROW. It takes contemplation in order to grow. IT takes TIME to contemplate and to LISTEN to our inner voices talking to us, to FEEL the feelings,, and then articulate what they are and how to go about meeting our needs.
In the past I never had the time or took the time to do that….and as a result I repeated the same mistakes over and over, just with different psychopaths or dysfunctional people.
I’ ve had some functional relationships, and my last marriage was one that was satisfying and good…not perfect but GOOD. I miss the heck out of him, but the good times we had are still with me and I can draw on that like a bank reserve. I can also draw on the approval I had from my grandparents and my step father….so my life has not been a total loss in the past….and good things are with us forever just for the time to take to think about them.
We can CHOOSE to think on those good times in the past and re-enjoy them, RE-savor them—laugh at the old jokes and fun times, and not dwell on the past bad things. It does take some time to think about those mistakes we made and so we can see we won’t do THAT AGAIN but we don’t have to DWELL on them.
Finding something good each day helps….and I just got back in from hanging a load of clothes on the line, feeling the breeze and seeing the sunshine after last night’s storm. Savoring the beauty of the small wild flowers in my yard and the peace and quiet that is here….cleaned out my pantry and did the dishes, and fixed supper…and just taking pleasure in the small every day things of life. No excitement, no drama, just LIFE and peace and calm and contentment with my lot. It doesn’t get any better than that!
Oxy
Sounds like you are very present in the moment. I love the vision of the clothesline. Thanks for the hope.
Dear Steve Becker
If you’re game, I’d love to see a letter you write to a VICTIM. We’re all in different stages of identifying the kind of relationship we’re in, sorting through it, understanding, comprehension, grief, recovery.
Superkid,
Yea, I guess “present in the moment” is what it is all about…I am just grateful for the many wonderful things in this world…starting with enough clean water to drink, a roof over my head, and working on up to many many other blessings that are mine.
Sometimes we focus on the things we DON’T have instead of those things we DO have—and by focusing on the things I DO have, the other things fade into the back ground as pretty unimportant.