UPDATED FOR 2024. Editor’s note: The following was written by the Lovefraud reader who posts as “Quest.” He identifies what he believes is the shut down mechanism that psychopaths use on their victims.
As most of us know what its like to be a psychopath victim; I am not going to go into all the details of my relationship with a full-blown psychopathic woman that turned my life into a living hell in just 18 months. What I really want to talk about is the mental effects that this woman was able to inflict upon me without my conscious realisation; gaslighting it’s called.
Just so there is a little background, I am a 55-year-old male and split from my ex psychopath female mate three years ago. We were in a relationship for 18 months. At the time we split up, I knew the relationship was beyond repair, but had very little understanding of what had really happened to make the relationship such a disaster.
Two weeks before I left, I had been on the Internet researching mental disorders and had by chance run into the classification “psychopath.” At the time my real knowledge of the intimate details of the psychopathic condition were pretty limited. Anyway I Googled psychopath and found Lovefraud.com, and as they say, the rest is history.
What had she done?
Two weeks after leaving I realised that I was now damaged goods. Many times I found myself asking myself, what had this woman done to me and how did she do it??? I read every book I could find on the subject, about 20 in all, but still did not seem to have a satisfactory answer to my question, and certainly no real way of fixing what had been done. Most of the books that seem to have been written about the psychopathic condition tend to deal more with describing the psychopath themselves, which is great, rather than figuring out what exactly has happened to the minds of the victims of these monsters.
So what were my symptoms? Initially it was hard to get a grip of even this concept. On weekends I slept til noon; on weekdays I had to force myself out of bed to go to work. I was in a state of awareness that I can only describe as being hypervigilant for other psychopaths, or the possibility of them. Basically everyone I met was a potential psychopath until proven otherwise. Paranoia was rampant. I actually feared psychopaths, as I did not understand what this one woman had done to my mental state, or even how she had done it. This left me open and vulnerable to the possibility of running into another psychopath and not knowing how to defend myself. I had no clue as to what I was defending myself against.
As time passed. I learned how to see psychopaths. It was as if a sixth sense had been awakened and I was wired to the symptoms of psychopathy. Any symptom set the alarm bells ringing in my mind. Well, all this knowledge and awareness was great, but I still could not fix the damage. Some days there would be realisations, some days were great, others not so great. Sometimes while in a crowded room I would suddenly be overcome with paranoia and have to leave. What was going on? It was as if my own awareness of myself had somehow been turned off and I did not know where the ON button was.
In the last three years I have talked to many people about psychopathy. Some found it fascinating, some were victims themselves and could recognise what I was talking about. Most did not seem to have a clue as to what I was talking about and basically thought I was nuts.
Spelling error
So — “O like Umbrella” — where does that fit in you may ask? Well, one day while at work, I was on the phone talking to an East Indian guy. He was going to buy some products from the company I work for, and we were going to be shipping what he bought to him. Well, the guy’s name was one of those ones that you can’t pronounce or spell. He proceeds to spell his name — B like Bob, A like Apple, O like Umbrella — ????????????
He continued to spell but I heard nothing because my mind was stuck on, “O like Umbrella.” What had happened?
Well, while this was happening another part of my awareness had the sudden realisation that I had just been shut down. There was no “O” in “umbrella” and because he had said something that made no sense, my mind had basically shut down. At this point there was a kind of eureka moment, as I realised that that was how psychopaths get into the minds of their victims.
Anyone who has spent any time in an intimate relationship with a psychopath knows that things get very confusing at times. What appears to happen to the victim is a kind of mental shut down that seems to happen at a subconscious level, beyond the normal conscious awareness of the victim. The victim, not realising what is happening, slowly gets lulled into an almost vegetative state where they can hardly recognise themselves. It feels like their very essence or soul has been sucked right out of them, leaving a confused, rudderless entity, almost a zombie.
So what is happening here? Did I just have the ultimate realisation about psychopath victims because I had been able to watch my own mind get shut down by a spelling mistake? The East Indian thought “umbrella” was spelt “ombrella.”
Nonsense
As the days went by, I often thought about and talked about my revelation. How relevant was it? Would it make a difference? What I began to realize was that I now knew what my psychopathic ex had done to me, SHUT ME DOWN, and also I knew how she did it.
Having a conversation with a psychopath is not like having a normal conversation, especially if you are in a relationship with them. Initially in the early days of the relationship, everything seems normal. As time goes on, however, things tend to slowly become confused. Every conversation turns into a never-ending argument that seems to go round in circles, until the victim just gives up. Nothing is resolved and the arguments become more and more frequent, and more and more confusing.
The victim tries to make sense of what is going on around them. What they don’t realise is, nothing is supposed to make sense. The psychopath is in full attack mode on the victim’s sanity. The psychopath is basically talking nonsense, but the victim is not aware that it is nonsense, or that they are under premeditated attack. As the victim’s mind tries to make sense of the babble, not realising that its not supposed to make sense, because it almost does make sense, some part of the persons thinking processes shuts down. How this really works I am not sure, but I feel as if I am getting close to the realisation of it.
Shut down mechanism
One thing about the “O like Umbrella” incident was that I now had knowledge of how the shut down process works. Now, suddenly, I knew what had been done, shut down, and how it had been done. Suddenly the fear was gone, I now knew what I was defending myself against.
Read more: Gaslighting — 5 key points you need to understand
If it doesn’t make sense it’s probably nonsense and you are probably dealing with a psychopath. Because a psychopath is so good at hiding nonsense in amongst sense, most people miss the nonsense. Being aware of this puts the power in the hands of the victim or potential victim. If the victim is aware of the nonsense, it can’t shut them down, I hope. At this point, I at least feel more relaxed than I have in a long time.
So gaslighting shuts the victim down mentally. I feel it is important to realise this, because once a victim is shut down, it will take a long time to wake them up again. I guess the revelation here is realising the relationship between gaslighting and the shut down mechanism. It’s all in the nonsense.
If one can listen to the nonsense and realise that it is indeed nonsense, then theoretically, it will not shut the victim down, hopefully. I have yet to prove this concept. I’ll need to find another psychopath to test the theory.
Learn more: Tools for navigating narcissists and other manipulative people
Lovefraud originally posted this article on Jan. 15, 2011.
DM LOL!!! THAT Is the funniest thing I’ve heard all day!! ROFLOL!!! “Pass the chocolate and ash tray” lol!!!! Shabby, I love you. Ain’t nuttin better than a King Sized Hershey and a smoke LOL!!!
(((((( Akita )))) I love you. And that’s all there is to it. I know how oxy’s (not ours here, but the drug) can make you feel cranky and tired. I hope you get to feelin better. Tae BO? Well, I’m a little low on cash so that’s out, would throwing a pillow into the air and gracefully trying to kick it be just as good? 🙂
One- Yep. I’m there. Not on welfare yet, applied for SSI at one point, but bagged it for college, feeling like I could do something more than sit on my ass and feel sorry for myself. Perhaps I thought too far out. Yet another brilliant idea of mine in what was the beginning of my extrication from ExPOS. Entirely a process. I’ve not lost all of my friends, in fact, I have plenty, however, trying to tell them what happened or being open enough to share about the experience or what I’m going through is like trying to teach Japanese to someone who only speaks English and then me expecting them to somehow learn the language in a day. Yea right.
DM, aaawww I wondered if it was you with the weiners when you asked, but you were under Hens at the time, huh? My weiner, Hercules, has IVDD. He was diagnosed two years ago when, in twenty four hours, he went from a hyper weiner, to a completely paralyzed weiner, yelping in pain. It was so devastating and traumatic for all of us. I desperately took him vet to vet to get help for him. Spent over a thousand dollars (including my rent money- can you say irresponsible?), to save him somehow. Each vet I went to told us we’d either have to get him a $5000 surgery or put him down. The surgery, each vet said, was not a guarantee. I was completely freaked. He was only four at the time. Very young for a weiner to come down with this illness, sooooooo…………anyway, I took ONE more chance on another vet and she was the only one who provided any hope without having the surgery. I knew I couldn’t afford it, but I wasn’t willing to give up hope for other options. She gave me Tramadol for him and told us to give him benadryl with it around the clock to keep him crate rested for two months. It was a NIGHTMARE, literally, having to bathe him in the tub, hand held, he would crap in his kennel and every single time, it clean up and bathe him, had to change his wee wee pads every hour on the hour. I didn’t sleep for two months. I put that puppy on my bed in his crate. I refused to not sleep with him. The nights when I was so exhausted from caring for him, my daughters would take over….then one day, the little shit got out of his kennel, as I would keep the door open when I had to leave the room, so he could see me better…I had gone to the bathroom, came back and he was GONE out of his kennel…he had skootched himself all the way across the room to the kitchen and was underneath the dining room table. Know why? Cuz we had another weiner at the time too, and he loved to chase balls, well my son through a ball and Herc loves them too, so he was trying to CHASE IT!….a few days after this, he just got up out of his kennel and was wobbly, but walking. We tried to keep him down, drugged him up some more,but he was feeling better and wouldn’t have it. Within a week he was walking with a slight gimp on the back leg ever since….so ffw to day before yesterday….the yelping started, then he was walking bow legged, then he could hardlly walk at all. He’d walk a bit, drag his legs and then sit there and stare at me, shaking. I knew. OUr vet told us that this disease he has is progressive and that there would not, could not be a next time…he would have to go down..we might be able to keep him alive a little longer, but not much……..so it’s getting close to time again. I took him into the vet, they gave him an IV steroid treatment and a lazer treatment to his spine. Two herniated discs. one worse than the other. no pain though. He is down again. I cried and cried. I didn’t know if I could do another loss. It’s selfish, but the vet said, that for now, he’s not in great pain, and they would try as hard as they can to keep him comfortable until that isn’t possible anymore….
I love him SO MUCH DM. SO MUCH. I hate to say this about a weiner, but I don’t know what I’d do without him. Anytime I would cry, he would come and sit next to me or want me to hold him. He is one of my biggest sources of comfort during times of deep sorrow and pain. A little heater 🙂 I don’t know about your weiners, but mine LOVES to get under the blankets in my bed at night and lick my feet till he gets tired and goes to sleep….sounds gross for a lot of people lol….but for me, it’s not.
ExPOS use to kick him when he would come over. Not like kick him across the room or anything, but take his foot and shove my dog out of the way. One of the mean things he did to him. I would come completely unglued. What I didn’t realize is that he liked causing me pain by showing control and power over my dog.
Fucking asshole. And I put up with that too.
Anyway, that’s the story DM. When it gets bad, we’re going to have to put him down, but you’re right……left/’right kidney and all, he’s my baby. And I would do all I can to keep him here until it’s too much for him anymore. I will put him down when its too much for him and he’s in pain again or is too disabled from the IVDD that nothing more can be done…….
Just so much loss………ya know?
LL
DM? Whitney Houston?
OMG get a gun………..
I seriously would have offed myself. She sings so soulfully about love lost, I would have done myself in. (BIG SECRET: I LOVE LADY GAGA 🙂 )
LL
KatyDid, yeah, I agree, recovery takes forever, I guess
nobody wants to talk about it. I’m still on the “road” to recovery,
guess I always will be, you peeps are my traveling companions.
http://www.lovefraud.com/blog/2009/02/10/are-we-there-yet/
Katy,
Been wonderin where ya been girly!
Your post means so so so so so so so much to me!!!
ANd ya know what? It’s a definite date!
You give me hope. I feel a lot of healing when we post to one another now. Thank you for your kindnesses to me, in particular with what I projected I represented to you. I’m so honored and very humbled. 🙂
HUGS BIG TIME TO YOU!! XXOO
LL
LL I think borrowing under the covers is very common for dashshunds.. They say they borrow under leaves and brush in the wild to hide from prey. I have put down three weiner dogs..but they lived a long life and when their quality of life sucked I helped them along. Yes my 3 weiners get under the covers with me, they dont lick my toes, but that sounds like fun ~!..However Posey has a habit of humping my leg like a jack hammer for a minute or so before she get’s in her spot under the covers. I worry about my dogs out living me instead of me out living them…oh my they would just be so sad with out me, they are so rotten…i am glad you have your weiner friend LL – better than any other kind of lovin in the world….weiners rock ~!
to heck with chocolate—GIVE ME SALT!!!!!
DM LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, I think mine gave up the humpin rituals some time ago. I have a hilarious story about that, but I don’t think it’s appropriate to share here LOL!!!! Hilarious though. Lots of fun times with my puppy.
Mine is rather cute, manipulative and somewhat territorial. We have my daughter’s chee wow wow here and I’ll tell ya what….what a nightmare….she’s gotta go. The battle of the piss zones lives on with the two of them here and I can’t keep up. Weiner is on crate rest right now, but no matter chee wow wow still pisses all over the house, no matter how many times you take her out. NO matter if there are pee pads around. She’s cute as a button, (I call her the “skull”) But daughter will either have to take her back (am keeping her for a year because where they live can’t have dogs, of course she rarely asks about her now), or find someone to take her.
But am NOT giving up my weiner. If I have to put him down, I’ll wail like Tammy Faye Baker, but I’ll get another one…once I get over the loss.
LL
LL sometime google that song ‘why does it hurt so bad’ oh she sings is from her soul – she has been there – i cant repeat the lyrics but she knows he was bad and she is better off with out him but oh somebody post that link for me it sat. nite……and i am on my 3rd glass of Red Truck
OX
ROFLOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NO kidding, Ox, today I was filling my salt shaker and had a tad bit of guilt about it. I thought of you lol!!!
I’ll never look at salt the same again!
LL
I listened to Toni Braxton’s CD… Secrets.