Life partners often vow to care for one another “til death do us part” and “in sickness and in health.” But do these concepts apply to psychopathic partners or those high in psychopathic traits? You guessed it. They do not. If we are involved in a relationship with a psychopath and fall ill, we will see their true colors quickly. We can expect a marked difference between the behaviors exhibited in a real love and psychopathic “love.” For if we have nothing to offer, they will not be there for us in our hours of need.
It may not be immediate. We may feel secure in the first “hour” or two. Those feelings, however, will quickly give way to reality. Initially, their words will comfort us. We will likely believe them when they tell us that they will take care of everything, even if our past experiences have taught us othrwise. They tend to sound genuine and their displays of affection look real; at least real enough. This will not last long, however. Their empty words will lead to broken promises. We will come to recognize that they are not the words and actions of “men” (or “women,”) but mice.
Fortunately, my mother did not marry a psychopath
In recent years, my mother’s health has been failing. She is suffering from a degenerative neurological condition, which has now left her trapped in her own body. It is an uncommon condition that remains somewhat of a medical mystery. Onset seems to occur late-fifties to mid-sixties, the age that has the potential to be the best years of one’s life. It’s symptoms and limitations are similar to those of ALS and first symptom to death is typically about seven to ten years.
Fortunately, my mother did not marry a psychopath. My father has been by her side throughout. In the beginning, they laughed together, as she began having trouble writing her name. She just retired from almost thirty years of teaching and we joked that she was truly just “done” working. Seemingly benign at onset, the lighter mood continued when she would occasionally fall, blaming a simple lack of grace. No one realized these were the sneaky symptoms of this horrible condition. In time, however, they became hard to ignore.
At first, things deteriorated slowly. Now, her body has completely betrayed her. She is pain and discomfort from very high muscle tone. This requires medication and frequent massage and exercise. She is able to eat, but very little, as the swallow and gag reflexes continue to deteriorate. It takes several hours a day to feed her and communication is next to impossible, as she has lost most of her ability to speak and operate the speech program on her iPad.
Through it all, my father has been by her side. He cares for her in every way imaginable and has been doing so for years. Earlier, he held her side so that she could walk. Now, he essentially walks for her. At one point, he cut her food into small enough pieces so that she could eat with her “good” hand. Now, he smashes the food and thickens her drinks so he can spoon feed her the liquid to prevent choking. He wakes with her several times a night to tend to her, sleeping near her new hospital bed since she is not able to move to adjust herself.
She is braving this with grace, but he is a hero for all that he does. Very few are able to understand the amount of selflessness one needs in order to get through something like this. The neurologist recently told them that she rarely sees patients cared for with so much love and attention. The other patients do not have my father as their caregivers; a “man.”
Imagine this scenario with a psychopath
These recent events have caused me to consider what would happen if this situation occurred with a psychopathic partner. If the individual chose to stay near us in physical proximity, there would be no care or support involved. In fact, we could expect some form of abuse or neglect, which could lead to serious complications or death. One of the only reasons a psychopathic individual might choose to stay, would be if a significant potential payoff existed. Sad, but true.
Think about your experience with the individual who brought you here. Were you ever sick or did you require care? Did you receive that care? If so, was it for an extended period of time? Probably not. These individuals are notorious for being intolerant of any type of illness in those close to them. Why? They do not want our illnesses to get in their way or stifle their fun. This extends to any additional responsibilities our situations may create. They simply don’t want to be bothered and really do not care about anyone else’s well being.
You may feel confused because the behavior is not consistent with an individual who loves you as may be the claim. While it may be natural for partners in care giving positions, whether short or long term, to tire or need to nurture their emotional health, it is not normal to meet with constant annoyance and anger toward the one who is not well.
Even Stranger
Further, we may find that they become oddly jealous of the attention we receive. They cannot be the center of attention if our issue is currently in the forefront. Since this is not a position we want to be in, we may also become sad or depressed. In turn, this drives their assertions about our emotional “states,” which they utilize to gain outside sympathy. Who would have thought that being sick or encountering a complicated pregnancy could be so complex? As if the physical concerns are not enough, we have to still cover ourselves from their disordered actions.
I recall a time when I was told that I would not be able to do my normal activities for several months. I was content thinking that all would be well. After all, I was told that things would be taken care of for as long as I needed them to be. I didn’t realize that I would be looked at in disgust a mere three days later and interrogated as to when I planned to “get up off my a_ _.”
As with everything else that occurred, I was hurt and looked to the individual for answers. Why the cruelty? Was there an understanding of the severity of what was wrong and exactly what was at risk if I did not comply? I felt as though I was being teased and taunted to get up; almost forced since nothing that needed to be done was getting done. I could not comprehend why we were not on the same page. Try to resist looking to them for answers. You will not find them. Conversely, you will be left worse off.
As mentioned, it is entirely possible that they may not even recognize the gravity of a situation. Although, I believe they usually do and just don’t care. However, this is not an excuse. This occurs frequently with children of parents with psychopathic traits. The parent cannot and will not address a need if they are not able or choose not to recognize it. Frequently, they do not. Unfortunately, this is often to the detriment of the child, again, with serious or deadly consequences.
Reverse expectations
While attached to individuals with such features, we should hope we stay well. Our lives may depend on it. Oddly, they would expect us to be at their beck and call if the tables were turned and treat us miserably if we were not. Somehow, unafraid of what would become of them upon our departures. Yet, if we remain entrapped, they know we would be there. Therein lies the difference between normal love and commitment verses theirs. Therein lies the differences between the actions of the “man” v. the “mouse.”
Linda,
This is so very true of how they react when we’re needing extra care or if they need extra care. If they are sick, we better be there spoon feeding them chicken noodle soup. If we are sick, we are a hindrance, a pain in the neck.
I had surgery about 12 years ago and I got really sick from the pain medication, I couldn’t tolerate it. I ended up in the ER needing a blood transfusion because I couldn’t heal properly with all the throwing up. The sociopath husband told me that my doctor said I was being a baby. He didn’t want to tell me but thought I should know. B.S. I have never heard of a doctor calling a patient a “baby”. It’s the sociopath who made it up because he was soooo put out that I needed extra care.
Of course, typical of a sociopath hiding behind a mask, it wasn’t him who said it. He ALWAYS wanted to be thought of as the good guy. It’s so toxic to the Psyche to be entangled with a sociopath.
My mother died of leukemia at 50, when I was 19. My psycho stepfather openly continued (while denying) an affair with his secretary, as Mom struggled with her disease. She died feeling abandoned, betrayed, and scared for us kids. At the time of her death, she’d been married to stepfather for 10 years and been successfully fighting cancer for 5.
Mom died in a hospital while stepfather was visiting a friend, I believe she actually passed away in my then-21YO sister’s arms while I was calling stepfather to get back to hospital. On arriving back, my sister and I told him Mom had died — and I swear, it was as though she had been hit by a bus. “WHAT?!!” “WHAT?!!” I will never forget his sobbing in surprise as though the woman had been the victim of a sudden accident.
Also unforgettable: on the way home from the hospital, my stepfather told my sister she’d have to move someplace because her mother was dead — so she should find a new father now. As he put it, “the neighbors would think it strange, that she’d live there alone with her father, now that her mother is dead.” HUH?!
These people really are not hooked up. That’s why it’s a really good idea to stay away from them. My sister is 63 now and you can bet she never recovered, nor will my dear children from their own lunatic father — whom I obviously married in a subconscious replication of Mom’s experience.
I was so surprised to see an article like this today. It is amazing how I needed it…even though I am not sure how I need it completely.
I am very scared right now. I am not the sick one. He is. And I have to decide if I should let him (we are not married. We are ex-boy/girlfriends and now just “friends” and room mates) come back here after he gets out of the hospital after final radiation treatment for bone cancer which they think they have gotten out of there. I am poor and have been lucky in that I have a garage apartment I have rented for decades that pays most of my mortgage. Without that income, I would lose my home. It is separate. He can’t get into my house unless I let him.
I broke up with him years ago, when he lived in that apartment before while he attended school. He was a problem back then, but mowed my lawn, watched TV with me, paid rent, was a decent sounding board, etc. However, not true boyfriend material. I had a job I enjoyed and really was pretty apathetic about ever finding a true partner.
He began calling me again in 2006 when I was married to a problem person. Not a Sociopath. Just the wrong person for me. I had been through a trauma at work and developed PTSD and married quickly…not myself at all. That marriage did not work out, but we still try to help each other when we can. The ex-husband does not know the ex-boyfriend is living in the apartment. I have felt so much guilt and shame over this, but I have no intimate relationship with either of these men other than emotional at different levels. I am ill and agoraphobic because the trauma that created my PTSD was prolonged, severe, and very serious. I was always the helpmate to everyone…family and these men…but now I need help. I tried to rent out the apartment after a really great person left in 2010. I live in a small town and the choices were slim. The applicants I was getting were not feasible. IE: One of them proudly announced on his FB page that he was the “best Nazi tatoo artist in the nation” which terrified me. So I contacted the spath and asked him if he wanted to move back into the apartment as I needed the money and I felt better with someone I knew. He said he would and then he began having problem after problem. He finally got a VA disability pension after a heart attack and losing one kidney to cancer. He gave me 4,000.00! I couldn’t believe it….but we all know it was the hook. He tried to get it back after he moved in and I told him I had to pay back payments on my mortgage because I was behind. I really have it stashed for emergencies. Within two weeks of his moving in, I realized he was worse than before. He wanted to be boyfriend and girlfriend again and told me how much he loved me…the usual. I really believed him. Then I began researching and found he had cheated on me the last time we were together. I changed my mind. I found that my ex-husband was better to me. Not great. But better…and we like the same movies, he enjoys talking on the phone, just a better person and not a spath. I had seen signs before the spath moved in and told him I was remaining friends with my ex-husband to which he agreed. What a mess. If you knew me 10 years ago, you never have guessed I would get myself into this kind of a mess. But, I have ten years to get my home paid for and I won’t be poor any more.
The spath is considered homeless by the VA. They are arranging to get him to special housing. He wants to come back here and keep paying me. This would mean that I would be able to keep paying my mortgage and eat my special, gluten free diet I have to be on. I want him to come back because I want his money. I know it sounds terrible and like I am the spath, but I’m not. I just figured out that I have to take care of myself. No one else is going to take care of me. I have no children. I only have my home to live in. It is in no shape to sell or I would. Even the money he gave me wouldn’t be enough to repair everything and sell it. I will have to wait until I pay it off.
If I stay away from the spath, it EASY money. He has no car. All I would have to do is go get his groceries each month, tidy up the place and he is happy with his cable and porn. Through this site and reading various books over the last few months, I have found that I don’t love him. That there is a sad need I have had because he is narcissistic like my father although I don’t believe my father is a full blown spath. The spath has to walk with a walker. He can only hurt me if I let him. And he pays much more than a stranger. He also uses a gas heater which most people hate, so if I get rid of him, I immediately have to go get a new electric unit and have it installed.
I talked to the VA social worker for housing today and he told me that now the spath can ask to be put back on the homeless housing list at any time and be placed within two months. That means if he needs caregiving which I am not healthy enough to give because I could not lift him in and out of a wheelchair, I would only have to wait a couple of months to get him out. Or if he has his next heart attack, I can say no at that time.
I know this is a rambling, ridiculous comment. But, I have to let this out to people who know exactly what I am talking about. I think I will end up saying yes because I need the money. For the first time in my life, I am wanting to do something for my own survival. It’s what he wants because in the VA housing he would have to have counseling (has had years of VA counseling and it will never work as we all know) and people checking his apartment and with me, it’s one person checking on him here and there and he has no connection to my address other than we tell them that he is driven by another friend to my home for VA medical appt pickups. He uses a PO Box. I CAN stay away from him. Before he broke his leg and they discovered the cancer, I was already happily in my place by myself. I had stopped wondering about whether he was contacting other women/men or whatever all he does…which is a lot. I just thought, “he is old and sick and no one wants him any more…including me” and I NEED THE MONEY and the comfort of not having to live with complete strangers. All my heating/air conditioning, electrical, etc. is in that room. With him here, I call the repair person and it’s no worries. With a stranger, I have to contact them and let them know something is broken in my part of the house and it is nervewracking. I would appreciate any comments…especially from people whom have chosen to stay with one….or in contact with one living in a separate area. Thank you all. This place is a safe haven and has helped me so much.
FightForWhatsRight – I hear you ! I’ll post my own history on this topic of “fair weather friend” later. Anyway – sounds like you are thinking straight about every facet of your situation. Maybe better the incapacitated devil that you know than one you don’t know. Think about whether you trust him to really, really get the $$ for rent from him. Still – I hope you practice meticulous self care whatever you decide to do. Hugs to you.
Dear Fight:
I’m concerned that a complete stranger may be less hazardous to you than the devil you already know since it’s unlikely you’ll treat the stranger the same or be damaged emotionally if it doesn’t work out (read: potentially having the sheriff throw him out or heaven forbid, having him undergo a health crisis you’re not equipped to manage).
It’s not as though the VA won’t take care of him — or that you won’t find another tenant. Possibly you should bet on the Positive and plan to credit-check another, permanent tenant, for whom you’re willing to reduce the rent in exchange for occasional assistance (or whatever).
Fight, please let me (gently) add that you didn’t marry this person and should contemplate whether he would care for you in the same circumstance. Naturally anybody we know who’s ill deserves our care and attention, but does he feel the same?
Please read these words as though I wrote them myself in a letter to you asking for your advice:
I am thinking of letting someone move in with me in order to save money. The person is seriously ill, has no car, and I’m the only one who will be available to take care of him assuming beer and porn do not heal him on their own.
What would you tell me, Fight?
It’s hard for me to get time lately to read and this article is greatly appreciated – another validation of personal experiences. Whew – so here’s my story – it’s decades in the past but still a gaping wound so it’s a relief to have the opportunity to put this out there. I have never told anyone this – that shame core again.
My first 2 years of marriage were a nightmare that I would rather forget. I had a serious health problem that went undiagnosed for far too long. Not my fault – not my making – still it’s hard to forgive myself for being “too needy.” After marrying and moving in with the spath far away from my own family, I discovered I no longer had permission to do my self care. Although I didn’t know what the issue was, I got lots of sleep, ate as clean as I could afford and honored my natural rhythm of being up early in the morning.
All that disappeared within a week of moving in with him. I don’t have to iterate all the craziness here – you already understand (bless you) – the demands for late night partying, weird sex, junk food frenzies, accusations of how I meant to bring him down – yada, yada, yada. I was raised by a spath mother to minimize my needs and be chronically exhausted. The only years I felt good were the years I lived alone and had my own rhythm – even then I was made to feel that I was “selfish” and I still fight that belief about myself.
Anyway – when my self care evaporated against his demands, I spiralled down to the point where even though I lived in the same house, he ignored me, did not provide food, brought in another woman to live with us whom he had an affair with while reminding me how “cold” I was. Outrageous but I blamed myself and was really scared of dying – which in hindsight really could have happened. Of course he ended up losing his job and moving while expecting me to stay behind and sell the house. All within 2 years of marriage.
I had no idea what I was up against and that everything about him and my mother were lies. I was too ashamed to admit “failure” in my marriage and so I stayed and lied to all my family about how wonderful things were goingn – they were far enough away that I could lie and get away with it. Somehow words are not adequate to express my anguish and confusion and feelings of worthlessness. I’ve always done the “heavy lifting” in the marriage and hindsight shows me that the nanosecond I am not providing every need and being “cheerful” about it, that is when I am slammed. Not a way to live.
I think the sad part for me is that when I was finally correctly diagnosed, I was able to feel so much better. Hard to accept the long road when I was chronically sick and rejected by everyone.
This must have been really hard for me – I’m shaking as I type. Thanks for being here.
Thank you Opal, take care. I relate completely to your observation that if you were not submitting cheerfully to every infantile or deviant demand the punishment would begin a nanosecond later. Freezing silences , sleep deprivation, and much worse. Onward we go Opal.
Oh – Colorado Kathy – awesome posts and such great ideas. Sorry I am so ignorant – –
Take care Fighter
YOU?! “IGNORANT”?!!! LOL, please advise me, OpalRose.
I am only good at giving advice … like Alice in Wonderland, very seldom follow it.
You would be so mad at me, if only you knew what a weeny I have been for so many years — for a man who ended up treating me like garbage.
We’re all in this together.
Your poster name is an important one in my family, OpalRose. How did you choose it?
yep – I’m Alice in Wonderland too – I am a weeny with 31 years of marriage….bless your heart for being so nice to me just now in your post.
Opal is my favorite Aunt’s name and Rose is a variation of my real name. Thinking of Aunt Opal gives me strength – she left an abusive husband and was great support to my father (her brother) during his last years.
Important name in your family – that’s cool. Really cool. It’s also the name of an author who writes self help books – I found that out by someone asking me about my bibliography – so I googled and found this authoress. Not me. 🙂