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.)
Kimmy,
It’s a choice. Whenever you pick up that bottle and you drink it’s a choice. And I think when we start feeling like we don’t have a choice anymore other than to pick up that bottle? It’s not the alcohol, it’s something much deeper that needs to be addressed. Dealing with the alcohol issue is far easier than dealing with the more painful deeper issues of trauma. But you can do it. I KNOW you can.
LL
LL,
I agree with you about the drinking being a symptom of abuse. I didn’t start drinking until I was about 35. Just never cared for it. But one day, my spath had me shaking with distress. He wasn’t even home, but I could sense his evil intent and I was afraid of when he got home. He hadn’t hit me or acted mad. It was just strange. So I grabbed a bottle and drank and immediately felt better. I wish I had just opened my eyes instead of shutting them tighter with booze. But there was no knowledge to be had. There was no guidance, I was alone and couldn’t understand that I was dealing with evil. It made no sense.
And yes, Kim, your reactions of rage to the spath are EXACTLY, what he was after. Even more than the free ride you provided, he sucked up your misery, which you gave freely. You were not on a level playing field because you had two different agendas and you never knew his. It made no sense.
Sky,
You make a really critical, but very sad point for me. I drank with my spath early on in the relationship because I enjoyed it, it was also under control, but as the relationship progressed, it changed, as I could not be around him WITHOUT drinking. I had to drink to be able to tolerate the anxiety I had being around him so I could remotely relax. I think that’s EXACTLY what he wanted. I can’t tell you the countless times I didn’t want to have sex with him, feeling that that’s all he wanted, but I could easily do it if I had had a few glasses of wine. Bastard.
He did this MO with the last love bomb too. “Obsession with wine” is how she phrased it. He also made a joke about lowering inhibitions because she said she was a lightweight. He wanted a drinking buddy and someone who could be vulnerable with the use of alcohol.
Yuuuuuuuuuuck!!!
LL
LL,
that is it exactly. Our bodies tell us something is wrong. The subconscious is screaming, but we don’t know where it’s coming from so we block it out, since we can’t make sense of it anyways.
This stuff needs to be taught to children. It’s not fair to let them out into the world without this knowledge.
Has anyone dated spaths repeatedly? I think the guy I was dating before my ex (confirmed) spath was also. Now I am trying to assess myself, figure out where I went wrong and most importantly why I was targeted. Well the guy before him although it never led to anything serious was 41, I am 26. I felt the need to try something different in an older guy expecting different results. He told me he was a M, drived a Bently and a couple months after we met started asking for help with money. Well, long story short I wasn’t THAT stupid and finally put two and two together and learned that he drove his nephew’s honda did not have his own place and had not seen a M dollars in a very long time. He was an ex Olympic athlete, true, but eneded up doing time for check fraud, ruined his career, and lost all his endorsements. Lying bastards!
Far,
Sweetheart, have you thought about seeing a therapist to sort of maybe tap into the reasons you’re attracted to these men? Often it’s something we might not even be aware of, childhood issues or merely a matter of fine tuning our radar, learning to set better boundaries…..
What I see from your post here is that you were onto this guy. That’s good.
I don’t recall how long you were with the last, several months though, right?
A therapist I think can help you tweek it a bit.
You’re so young that if you can deal with the why’s and where for’s of what makes you attracted to or they to you, kinda guys, you’re gonna be just fine, Chica. That just made no sense. Sorry, I think my blood sugar is a fallin! LOL
Hang in there Far. So good that you found this place now rather than some of us who didn’t get it until later in life.
There is hope!!!
LL
Yes the last was only 8 mos. As I stated before I was a psychology major in school looking toward med school until I found a interest and switched. I remember studying these disorders and I am naturally very observant and a great listener. I think one problem is I am simply too nice. I ignore my gut feelings with good intention. I am however a codependent and YES after a few days here on LF and my recent experience with a Spath, I am convinced that I do need therapy. A lot of it is the need for companionship and want to be married and live that fairytale life. All of my friends have married and I am the only one still trying to find people to hang with on the weekend or go out finding guys to date. I just wonder when he will come, sort of like Charlotte from Sex and the City.
farwronged:
I have dated two of them back to back. In fact the first one told me that the second one was a sociopath and that I should not get involved with him. He said this only by looking at his pictures on facebook. I asked him how he can tell and he said “He is just like me!” They were very different in their physical appearances but their character flaws were identical!
Similarities:
LIED-COMPULSIVELY, CHEATED, ABUSERS, VIOLENT-PAST CRIMINAL ACTIVITY THAT DATED BACK TO THEIR CHILDHOOD, MANIPULATIVE, DECEPTIVE, CONNING, CUNNING, CRAFTY, VERY CHARMING, EXTREMELY PERSUASIVE, KNEW HOW TO CONTROL EVERY ARGUMENT. HAD MANY PAST SEXUAL PARTNERS, MANY SHORT TERMS RELATIONSHIPS. Secretive, always had an agenda, never did anything unless their was a payoff for them. They were good at wowing me off my feet, they knew how to tap into me and they knew how to control me and somewhat steer me. All goes well for them until you start playing their game by different rules.
BOTH TOLD ME THEY HAD OWN THEIR OWN HOMES AND CARS AND HAD SO MUCH IN THEIR SAVINGS ETC.
NOTHING WAS TRUE, THEIR OWN HOMES DIDNT EXIST, THEIR OWN CARS DIDNT EXIST. THEY BOTH HAD DIFFERENT ALIAS, BOTH WERE INVOLVED IN FRAUD.
BASICALLY SAME SCRIPT DIFFERENT CAST. SO ITS SOMETHING BEYOND WHAT WE SEE THAT DRAWS US TO THESE TYPES OF PEOPLE.
Far wronged,
Many people do repeatedly date Ps because they are in so much pain that when the next P comes along and tries to sweep them off their feet, it distracts them from the pain they are in and they think, OH HERE IS SOMEONE GOING TO MAKE ME HAPPY. The biggest life lesson we need to learn is that ONLY WE CAN MAKE OURSELVES HAPPY, and then we can share that happiness with another good and happy person. NO ONE CAN MAKE US HAPPY. If we depend on others for our happiness they can also take it away, even by dying. My husband died and I lost my happiness because I had let it depend too much on him. Now I am learning to make myself happy—and who knows maybe I’ll find another good man to share that happiness with, but the P man who came along after my husband died didn’t “rescue” me from my grief, he kicked me while I was down.
Learn to be secure and happy in your own right and then you can share that with a good partner. (((hugs)))
Far:
I’m currently now seeing a therapist. Its hard and painful but the healing its brought me thus far has been wonderful. Im learning so much about myself and how I can grow and heal from the past. I’m thankful that I finally made the decision to go to therapy.