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.)
Candy – How old is your son, if you don’t mind? I’m not too worried. I’m getting ready for college and am not focused on dating, at all. I’m pretty asocial and asexual. Never really enjoyed the company of others. :/
Still, I know I’m not immune to the damage they can cause.
Near – my son was your age when he encountered his spath. Please take great care when you are away from home.
We are all here because we have been damaged in some way by a spath.
Good luck with your college.
Dear Near, the ages here go from teenager to 70s, gays and straight, male and female, highly educated (MD, PhD) to GEDs but the one thing that is pretty across the board here is most of the people are SMART!!!
Educating yourself about psychopaths (sociopaths/antisocial personality disorder) will stand you in good form your entire life and save you a bunch of grief.
My sperm donor was (he’s dead now) a psychopath of a high order, and I have a son who is also a psychopath (he’s in prison for murder).
As for your father trying to FAKE an accent, it probably doesn’t work…it would be like me trying to fake a NY accent or a cockney accent…I just wouldn’t have it and would come across as a FAKE…I can “do” the hill billy accent naturally because it is my “native tongue” but if your dad is trying to “talk southern” when he wasn’t raised here—it will go over like a whore in church! LOL 😀
Hello Near
My spath didn’t change accents but he just turned into whomever he needed to be. An Army general, whatever. lies lies.
I told him once he was a compulsive liar and he got FURIOUS, spent hundreds of dollars trying to prove me wrong. Yet I called him a sociopath too, and he never reacted. No sense.
Candy – That is pretty scary. College seems to be a hungting ground for sociopaths. I guess it’s because everyone is so optimistic and naive at this point in their lives, so it makes a perfect target. I feel like I already have some kind of advantage over some victims. Many my age don’t even KNOW about sociopaths, let alone know how to stop them.
Ox Drover – Sweet, an educated and undertsanding group that accepts people. Still, I expected to see trolls lurking about trying to claim to be sociopaths and such.
Aw, I’m sorry about your son. I saw some old posts here and I know bits of the story. It’s sad stuff. My dad hasn’t killed, but most don’t. He mostly lies, owes child support, uses people and women, drinks and abuses drugs, and hangs around with a bad crowd. Stuff like that, but not as horrible as your story. Yikes. 🙁
I see my dad as the whore in church, btw. <____> ^__^
Dear Near,
Learning about how people manipulate and use others is a good thing for anyone to learn at any age….and it is a must if you are going to protect yourself.
You said your dad is a daily part of your life now (?) but he didn’t raise you, well…just stay as far away from him as you can and dont’ believe a word he says.
Most sociopaths don’t kill-, you’re right–but they sure do ruin lives and tear up emotions.
There are a few trolls come by here from time to time, but they usually start to stick out like the “whore in church” before long and then we ignore them until they go away in boredom. No big deal. They are not important or a real danger here because we don’t let them become a danger. What can they do? call us names? Then they get banned, they come back with a new IP address and get banned again…not a big deal.
Superkid10 – I love the fact you called him out. My dad tells people he is a WAR HERO! He never once went to war. He also, to this day, says he has NEVER told a lie. He prides himself on being an honest, hard-working man. :/
Ox Drover – My dad is still a part of my daily life. He asked me this morning for $200 because he needs to pay court costs. He doesn’t have the money because he spent it in a bar this week because he was depressed. I didn’t give him the money. I NEVER listen to him, but thank you for the tip. I was actually the first one in the family to notice his behavior as sociopathic, I just didn’t have a name for it or cause(still don’t have a cause) but oh well, nobody listsns, except mom. ^__^
This place is pretty active, and new blogs seem to be posted a few times a week. Yay! Sorry if I vent, though. It just spills out once I get going. 🙁
My sociopath is raising a minimum of two other sociapaths from two different mothers. His oldest child, his son who is now 14, insisted on wearing a Michael Meyers mask just about every where when I firs started living with him and his three children. He would wear it to scare his sisters and me all over the house. At one point he frightened one of the neighbors in her car when he wore the mask around the neigborhood at night. The son also most likely stole my purse when I took him to baseball practice one day.
The son also did something strange to my 12-year-old Labrador who would up and leave the room – any room – whenever he walked in to it.
His youngest child, a daughter who is now 9, constantly lied and manipulated to get her way. She slept in the same bed as her mother and father from the time she was born until they were divorced when she was seven-years-old. Then she slept with her father because she was ‘scared.’ When I moved in, she thought I was taking her spot in the bed.
This man has two children with a woman he never married and cheated on when she was pregnant with an infant in her arms. She tried to sue him to get him out of their lives, but failed to block his parental rights. The mother went on to become one of the best child and family lawyers in my city.
He then went out and found a woman with a child a year older than his two babies. He married her and had a third child.
Now they have four children together. And at one point the two oldest children’s mother accused the new mom’s oldest daughter of sexually molesting her daughter with a plastic horse. I heard there were lawsuits and all kinds of legal accusations.
By the way, this spath was abandoned by his birth mother when he was a child. His father, a drug dealer on the beaches of California when this spath was a small boy, fought for his custody and moved him away from his mother’s parents who had been raising him. He was raised by the dad who was married at least three times before he finally got sober and settled down with his current wife of 20 years.
When my spath’s third child – the youngest – was six, he met me. He told me his marriage was open and his wife was gay. At one point he told me he wanted his wife and I to meet one day so we could all have a threesome together. I was so totally not into that. Then he told me he decided against it and he was divorcing her because she slept with a couple without his permission while he was on a business trip. He always told me she knew about me and that he had her blessing. (I know how strange that sounds now.)
He portrayed himself as the cuckholded husband. Hurt by her.
After he divorced and we moved into his house because the ex-wife couldn’t afford it, I discovered the whole place was filled with unfinished paint jobs and projects. I found 60 cans of paint.
The house had a lien on it from the trash company because he had let a $37 payment lapse. The first day I lived there the water was shut off because a $400 payment was due. (That’s about three months of water bills where I live.) That day when we were trying to get the water back on he told me he was on the phone with the water company for an hour when he called me and asked me to pay the bill and he would pay me back. I rang straight through to a rep when I called and paid the bill.
I found out through completely random friends that cheated on me when he was away on a business trip. When confronted he told me it was an emotional affair. I believed his daily lie that he didn’t sleep with this girl every day for three months.
I still can’t believe I believed him.
I spent about $2,500 per month on groceries and household incidentals the whole time we lived together.
The great irony of this entire situation is that I pegged him as someone who strays from the minute I met him. And I even told him that straight to his face because I met him as he was starting a new job that I was familiar with.
I told him straight up: “You’re biggest challenge will be maintaining integrity and a good reputation in this new job.”
He does the international public relations for one of our country’s top destinations. He travels all over the world representing our fabulous city on a fat budget.
I feel blessed it wasn’t worse, but wish I would have trusted my gut from the beginning.
This monster was just so darned believable. I just pray for his children because I think it is genetic.
Dear Near,
I am assuming that you live with him or he lives with you….I think ultimately you will find living with him gets on your nerves and you will want to move on/away from that situation as quickly as you can.
Yea, “war hero” Yea, right! PUKE!! Truthful!!!! Yea, PUKE again! Trying to have a calm and peaceful life living around/with/near them is sort of like pissing against the wind, it’s gonna get you covered with spray from their slime. I’ve tried that and I think I will take a pass on even breathing the same air in the same room with them, it makes me sick. LOL
Dear Onebeliever,
Welcome to lovefraud. Sorry you got sucked in by this guy, but anytime someone’s words and actions don’t “jive” then you can bet there is “something wrong”—and it’s not your hearing!
Knowledge is power, so learn all you can about how they behave because you will run up against others…so you will be able to spot the red flags next time.
In the meantime, don’t beat yourself up too badly, we all fell for their lines…but we are healing now and so will you. Again, welcome.