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.)
Ox We need to change that bit of advice, it start’s out about them and ends up being about them, but in the process we learn alot about ourselves…I am not ready to let them off the hook quite yet..give me a few more years and then maybe..
Hey hens,
What helps me is just learning more about this illness, Accepting that these people are not normal. I dont even look at my Spath as being a person. That way there is no future, he CANNOT learn to love me, he will not change becasue he simply is not human.
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What an totally honest thing to say…..
It’s so sad..it seems that we spend so much time, tryin to talk ourselves out of people we loved and into what they really are….ironically, that is such a “tell” as to who all of us are…good people…..
How do you talk yourself out of loving someone you love?
It seems unfathomable to me. And reality hurts.
LL
LL
When you get fuzzy think of the bad times, even the worst times…I am having to do the very same thing right now. My ex sent me an email which I posted on another page for everyone to help pick it apart and help me with it. I am thinking of all the bitches I was called and how he injured my body not giving a fuck how I felt at the time he did it.
LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL – I am way past lovin him, I accomplished getting past that, but like farwronged say’s ‘they are not normal’ not human…..ok I can accept that – but man oh man that leaves a big funky hole in my mind…I am not just talkin about the xbf – my mother’s crime’s can not be forgiven because she is not normal or human – that doesnt register with me – so back to evil – that word seems to fit well when describing EVIL….
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right now, it hurtsssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
LL
LLLLLLLLLLLLL I know it does and I am sorry – I just wish I had a way of convincing you that it wont always hurt like your hurting now..it turns into something solid – not a pain of lost love – just a pain of truth – that we can live with and do something positive with – the truth set’s us free – I know you can get to a better place if that is what you want – LL it take’s work – and patience.
Hens, yes a big hole in my mind regarding my parents. so much cognitive dissonance there. Gotta find a way to make sense of it…. all of it.
You posted something yesterday and I can’t find it again, but you said you were done being a door mat? or something like that. How does one stop wanting to be a door mat? I’m addicted to making others happy, and I want to stop. I want to make me happy instead.
I remember one time……………ONE TIME in particular, early on in the relationshit….
I went to Victoria’s Secret (love that place and fredericks too!), and had myself fitted for this incredible, well for lack of a better word, “outfit” for him…OMG it was beautiful. White lace, white lace stockings, the works. At the time, it cost me well over a hundred…..I could little afford it, but I didn’t care at the time, i would have done anything to please him (given the lie that his wife didn’t do shit for him this way)…and so I tried. I was SO excited. I had friends who lived below where I lived at the time….one of them my best friend. I asked them if I could try it on for them and asked them to be honest with what they felt (I know, weird, but I wasn’t weird about stuff like that, young stupid, well you get the picture), about it, so anyway, I put it on and came out of the bathroom and their jaws dropped….it was such a look of shock, it freaked me out “What????” I asked, fearing the WORST…my bestie at the time said, “OMG girl, if I was a lesbian I would SO want to do you right now, you look GORGEOUS!”
I never forgot that. And that was as good as it got.
Because when I wore it for spath, he pretended that he didn’t see it. I was so embarrassed, I didn’t know what to do…..so I went and put on a bathrobe over it….and said nothing…I was so wounded……..so hurt………….I said, “ya know, i bought this for you”…
“Yea, I guess I’m not use to it….”
I put it on one more time at his request a long time later…years later…
I look at pictures of myself, that I’ve run across and cry my eyes out..I was such a beautiful woman…what the hell happened? Why wasn'[t he turned on by me? I didn’t have hang ups sexually, I wanted him so much I would have done anything for him and tried…..and he acted like a PRUDE…that’s BULLSHIT because he had already been married TWICE….
ONe of the things I know he told love bomb before gf was he has now was (using his ex wife), “I read the emails between ex wife and her bf of hot steamy sex stuff I could have done that, but never had the chance with her” WTF??? ANd all DURING THAT TIME HE WAS WITH ME?????
I was never even an honorable mention! Not ONCE. He used the same MO BULLSHIT he used on me to get me doing things TO AND FOR HIM and then shutting me down until he got “use” to me…then the sex anty was upped….
He wanted to do all of these things… do it in a hot tub, do it in his backyard, do it on the rock bed…I did ALL of those things…but they only happened once or twice during the whole relationship as if a novelty….
I’m sorry but now I can’t help but wonder how great the sex is with the new gf. She’s probably “teaching” him like I was “teaching” him believing his BULLSHIT story…..
can you say sexual abuse? Yes this plays into my past….
But why? Why such an integral, deeply personal part of me? Why did he reject my victoria’s secret? Why the novelty? Why did he imply that other women coudl and would be better than I was?
He always wanted me to do a certain thing. I couldn’t do it. At the end of hte relationship he asked me to the beach to use the thing he wanted me to, but I COULDN”T DO IT…..because I knew he didn’t love me…….because I felt weird around him. Because I felt exploited while he waited for another to do better……because I was afraid to give more of my heart….and I have such great regret now, would things have been different had I gone to the beach? Had I given into his demands? Would it have been different had I done with him sexually what he wanted? That we hadn’t done?
I”m sorry, tonight I feel so confused and hurt. I’m hurting.
I think I need to go listen to my son play his guitar.
I just had to get this off my chest.
I feel like …………
Shit.
LL
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any extra time you might have spent with him would’ve been used to make you feel worse. They love to ruin vacations because they know that you expect to have a good time and they love to DASH your hopes. Thank God you didn’t go.