Editor’s note: Lovefraud received the following email from a woman who is herself a mental health professional. Names have been changed.
The sociopath has an amazing ability to determine who can be manipulated or is vulnerable. When I separated from my sociopath, I had to recognize how I was conditioned as a child to be trusting and compliant. I was rewarded when I took care of others; my parents wanted a kind child. Their shaping was successful and I care very well for others. What I lacked was the ability to care for myself and to discern who deserved my care, who would return the love and respect that I gave. Lack of this discernment exposed me to many abusive personalities. I became a magnet for abusive personalities and I did not know how to transcend betrayals of abusive people. My upbringing induced a delusionary state that if I were kind, this kindness would be returned. After I left my abusive marriage, I was completely vulnerable and kept attracting more exploitive and abusive personalities into my life. I was shocked at the level of predatory behavior I encountered in landlords, therapists, accountants, attorneys, judges, magistrates—people who wanted to profit from my pain and vulnerability.
I was angry, confused and hurt that I had very little support. I appeared as the angry torn soul to the court system, and my ex was the funny, successful guy. My behavior was from the trauma of war I had endured and the frustration of trying to leave. I had learned to live with my sociopath, but I had no idea of how to deal with the corporate sociopaths: the legal system.
My marriage to an abuser
I married a successful man. The typical wine, dine and travel occurred before our marriage. After our marriage, the lies about his first wife, the lies of his divorce and extramarital affairs, and on and on, began to take a toll on my spirit. I became angry and defensive. My husband became repulsive to me. I didn’t want to bring healthy friends to my home, because I didn’t want to defend or admit to the shame of what I felt. I covered my shame with anger. My anger helped me cope and I was afraid if I faced the shame, I would crumble. I remained in the denial state for protection and to keep an appearance of a family for my stepdaughter. My sociopath would traumatize me further by making the home a chaotic environment. He had to keep me in this state to remain in control. My life was enviable to the outside world, but I was tormented and tortured by financial, emotional, verbal and in the end, physical abuse.
My therapist supported me, but he did not know how to help me. There were times when I wondered if I would be able to work again. I didn’t know where to turn or how to help myself. I tried spiritual healers; they also took my money with little support or help. Some even blamed me stating, “You stayed too long.” I found that professionals who were treating me wanted to project the cause of my emotional state upon me. Thankfully, my anger carried me away from these individuals and I did find those who could help me process, explain and understand the tools of the abuser.
The false self
A healing concept I discovered through Adult Children of Alcoholics and Dysfunctional Parents is the false self. This concept of a false self is purposefully reinforced by a dysfunctional parent or in my case, my abusive partner. Others call the process brainwashing. This false self kept me in a state of helplessness. My ex would shape this false self by stating, “You need to be on medication,” “I don’t mind if you are fat, all my women gain weight,” “You are always so negative,” “You are so uptight,” “No one will love you like I do,” “There should never be a dish left in the sink.”
My childhood shaping of kindness and respect left me with very little skills. I had been taught to ignore dangerous red flags and make excuses for mean behavior, work harder to fix it and to please others to gain their respect. Without protective emotional skills, I developed an internal numbing when I experienced these betrayals. In this numb state the abusive words and comments began to shape my own opinion of myself, feeding the false self. This false self had a constant internal message that I wasn’t enough, didn’t do enough, wasn’t pretty, wasn’t perfect, etc. Abusive people know how to pick a flexible, vulnerable soul. With each assault, my false self continued to grow, like a cancerous tumor. The strength that I had when I came into the marriage disappeared. The daily assaults of chaos, verbal, mental and emotional abuse, feed the monstrous false self, which echoed his words and thoughts that I was damaged goods.
Isolated by shame, without support of friends and family, feeling damaged, I began to go deeper into my state of denial. My ex would also gather his tribe of admirers who would reinforce his comments and behaviors. Sociopaths also have the ability to coerce friends and family members who are similar to them, to join them and inflict more harm on the mate who is vulnerable. When I left, I stumbled upon an email written about me by one of his friends. This friend had never met me, but stated in his email, “Gary is a nice guy, he just has a crazy wife.”
When I began to see that the relationship was doomed, he would not change and that I was in danger, I had no support group. I listened to a few who said, “Get out before you die.” If I had known of Lovefraud, I would have read that you must have a plan and save money before you get out. I slept on so many couches, lived in my office and cried daily because I was so vulnerable. I often wonder if it was the legal system or my ex who wounded me so deeply. I believe it was the legal system. I could leave my ex. The abusive legal system hit me by surprise and there was no help or way out of it. I knew that my ex was damaged and would never change, but I thought I lived in a country dedicated to justice and there was a just legal system that would protect the vulnerable, especially when they were paid so well. These sociopaths tried to put the last nail in my coffin instead of upholding the law of the land.
Peeling away the layers
Part of my healing involved peeling away the layers of anger, shame and guilt I had plastered around me. The criticism of my ex, his friends, his family, judges, magistrates, accountants, the words of therapists, healers, jealous co- workers and neighbors haunted me. I knew this wasn’t me. I began to understand this is their tool to inflict injury. I learned to ignore them and to practice positive self talk when I sensed I was absorbing their energy. I would not allow myself to focus on the pain, but instead on the goal I wanted to bring into my life. I listened to motivational speakers. I could not listen to music at first and I gradually began to reintroduce music back into my life. I drew my inner being and then drew layers around her and began to identify how these abusers had thrown their hatred upon me and how I had absorbed it. This drawing exercised helped me to understand my personal triggers and I was able to consciously recognize these triggers when they were being used by abusive people. When I exposed these painful memories, I would ask God to remove the pain. I listed all who had harmed me and how they had harmed me. I prayed for the ability to let this go and to forgive. Amazingly, the pain would lessen. I worked with a doctor who practiced biofeedback and neurofeedback (another important tool to release the emotional pain), chiropractic medicine, and acupuncture. These techniques were necessary and I did not need to talk about the pain, which would trigger my Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and I was not judged by anyone.
I have had to be gentle on myself. I left when I could, and did the best I could. I have to forgive myself for getting into such a mess physically and financially. I am aware of the parasitic sociopaths and can recognize much earlier when I am being manipulated or a boundary has been violated. I also listen to and ask for opinions of friends if I feel confused about a person or situation. I recognize that I am an easy target because of my nature and I continue to keep my eyes open and leave relationships where I am not valued. I continue to peel away layers of self doubt that were cast upon me by disordered abusive people who berate and punish the vulnerable.
BBE they are masters of pity-play and if the victims life events “happily” co-incide to reduce resistance and other circumstances play into their hands they have more ammunition to provoke empathy from their victim. They have no empathy for the victim, only distain and for their weakness and lesser ablility to play the game.
Darius, the player, has just explained how they convince themselves that its all justified because they are superior beings. Notice the word human is not used before the word beings.
Blue Eyes,
Beware the whole suicidal culture described there, not just the smoking, drinking, and aardvarking around. Look around you and take note of all the ways people die a little every day: pity plays, toxic relationships, sexual detachment/shame, denial, addictions, holding onto the finer points of arguments, obsessing over death, obsessing over youth, obsession with medical solutions rather than simple common sense, narcissistic identities from outside themselves, and so on. I know that particular community in New York a bit, and even though some of my work requires me to talk with these men here and elsewhere, I try to detach. It may sound less than empathetic, but there is nothing I can say to save people who are determined to live and die in that dark space anyway — a dark culture, no less. These things are not confined to gay men, of course, but I find that the institutions there kind of promote that persona. There is a better gay community outside that circle. There are better people.
Yes, Denise, that was the case with my aunt, who swore she would “fight” her cancer to the end, but in the end hadn’t done anything practical like changing her nutrition, drinking, and other habits. She wasn’t capable of it. She was in a state of helplessness, particularly around her husband.
The other denial is in the rest of my family. I feel as if my mother and I have to live in a fortress to protect ourselves from these careless remarks that assume so many bad things about us. They take as fact the many lies spread, and we are not even allowed to hear about them to defend ourselves. It would be “more information” that they don’t want. They simply want to believe that it’s all over with, and my mother is just being dramatic. Heck, I’m being dramatic, and it didn’t happen to me. But yes, it DID happen to me. I was the witness. I was made to be quiet. I was made to swallow my pride every time my cousins said something they had no idea was hurting me. They even blamed me for some of what happened to them, when I swore I would never let this affect my generation.
Just too much sometimes, but I am learning to behave very, very badly in polite company. It’s a start.
The comments from Darius777 literally gave me cold chills, and not the good type. I may be too close to this right now but reading that scares the crap out of me. Especially knowing that I have not one but two ex-sp who have become buddi9es and are now attempting to drive me crazy.. This article is me from the first sentence to the last then reading that post… I just can’t stop shaking. So typical to attempt to pull attention from the article and back to the abuser.
Wow. What a beautifully profound email. Thank you for posting it. It connected with me on so many levels. When I finally worked up the courage to leave my abuser after 26 years, I was a shell of a person. I thought the old me was gone and never would return. That was almost 10 years ago. I have since delightfully discovered that the old me was still there…just deeply buried. Kind of like an old friend. 🙂 Lovefraud and it’s members have helped me so much. Love you all!
Sistersister: Having toxic family members was a huge problem for me too, to the point that I’ve studied everything I can about people like this. They are always the victim, they never apologize, it’s always someone elses fault, they stab you repeatedly in the back and yes, it’s awful that you’re talked about and yet no one ever says anything to your face! Ugh…
One thing that helped me understand and ‘see’ them and their manipulations clearly was learning about the ‘paranoid personality disorder’. There are different extremes of this, as in all disorders but learning about it really helps you cope especially when they are in your family. A good example of someone with a paranoid personality disorder and someone normal is: If you say hello to a normal person, they will say hello back. If you say hello to someone with a paranoid personality disorder they will think, “Ha! I wonder what she meant by that?”
To deal with the few negative mean spirited people in my family I’ve learned to keep them at arm’s distance. Recognize that they aren’t going to change. They don’t understand that anything they are doing is wrong, so they are incapable of changing. They are also always ‘stirring the pot’. If it’s not you, there will be someone else they are talking about. It took me a long time to figure out how to deal with people like these in a no win situation. Quite simply. Don’t react…at least to them. By not engaging them in combat, they don’t know how to react. It totally defuses the situation and soon enough they move on to the next person they can talk bad about. The best revenge is to just be a happy person who is very happy with life. Drives them crazy!
Hugs, Nancy
BBE
I love your post about Clecky, above.
Yes, the sociopath lacks insight to a stunning degree. It just blows my mind. Those insights that should be absorbed by him hits a brick wall.
And so what comes out is just a pile of shit.
Athena
Great conversation guys. I’m glad you are all here and posting. Some profound and deep wisdom there guys!
Hi Oxy! I loved your comment about whether you wanted to put in the effort and work for a relationship since you’re now in a good, happy time in your life. So true! Being 53, and living on my own for the first time ever has been the most peaceful and healing time in my life. I truly enjoy it. The serenity, the bliss. And, it’s not that I don’t want a relationship because eventually that might be nice. It’s more that I just know what I want now, and I’ll never settle again. 🙂
Missourijewel,
“I’ll never settle again” is right, girlfriend! I can vouch for that for sure.
Even for a good relationship I’m not sure I would put the work into it, it IS PEACEFUL, AND BLISSFUL without a relationship….even when my husband was alive I had to take his wishes into consideration in anything I did…but now….oh, boy! How self centered I can be! Just do my own thing and little or no consideration for anyone else’s time table or schedule. Eat when I want to, sleep when I want to…MY TIMETABLE. LOL Life is grand!
callmeathena says
“BBE
I love your post about Clecky, above.
Yes, the sociopath lacks insight to a stunning degree. It just blows my mind. Those insights that should be absorbed by him hits a brick wall.”
Athena;
After the fact with the x-spath, I have had three “revelations” regarding him, all from various online profiles of his.
The first, when we were still in contact, came as a result of a friend’s suggestion. I was very ill and bed ridden, and a friend suggested an online dating website to perhaps chat with people as I could not go out. It was there, I first came across a profile of the x-spath. From that, among other things, I learned a lot, the most important being that he all but screams “I am HIV+” something he did not tell me.
The second, I was going on a trip to Europe. In trying to meet some contacts, I came across another. For this, I was humiliated, as it not only was a slap to my face, but was out and out pathetic.
Similarly, when I was preparing for another trip to Europe last month, I was doing the online thing. Ox Drover would slap me, but I could not help but see if the x-spath was there. of course he was. That’s when I saw the comment about “No Narcissus need apply,” with the ironic headline “Looking for someone good for me.”