By Ox Drover
Sometimes former victims of psychopaths have voiced to me that they just want others to know that the psychopath was not the victim, but the abuser. Former victims are frustrated that others don’t recognize someone is an abuser. Many times the actual victim has instead been painted by the real abuser as the “bad guy.”
I remember reading a letter from my psychopathic son from his prison cell who told me in the letter he knew that I had to be the one who was “wrong” because he got along with everyone in the family circle and I got along with no one, so therefore I had to be the one “in the wrong.”
Well, democratically voting on something does not make something “right,” it only means that something is “popular—”but not necessarily right. Back in the days when everyone thought the world was flat, and Columbus was about the only one that thought it was “round,” popular opinion did not change the shape of the earth! While in this country we are proud of our democratic system of government, voting on something is not always the most “fair” way to pick a choice. Sometimes “democracy” is like two wolves and a sheep voting on what to have for dinner tonight! The bad guys gang up on the weaker ones and take advantage, but that doesn’t make it “fair” or right.
One of the most frequent ploys of the psychopathic abuser is to initiate what is frequently referred to as “the smear campaign.” This may actually start behind the victim’s back while there is active victimization going on between the abuser and the victim, or it may start after the victim has either escaped or been discarded by the psychopath. The psychopath starts to talk badly about the victim to others in their circle, to destroy the credibility of the victim so that if and when the victim starts to talk about him/her to others, they are viewed as the scorned lover or business partner spreading hateful rumors, when in fact, just the opposite is true.
Unfortunately, many times by the time the actual victim realizes that the lies have been spread about them, the damage is done and there is no effective way to counter the damage done by the abuser and their duped accomplices. Many times these accomplices of the abuser are actually unaware that they are accomplices, and are acting in good faith to “protect” what they perceive as a “victim” from the person they now consider an abuser.
The abuser/psychopath recruits as many of these unsuspecting accomplices as possible so that the “consensus” of opinion is that “all these people can’t be wrong.” The sheer numbers of supporters that a psychopath can sometimes recruit is unbelievable. The “gang mentality” takes over sometimes, and the poor legitimate victim is victimized again by having their reputation besmirched. Sometimes they lose their livelihoods, as well as their self-esteem and self-confidence.
Our reputation is important to most of us, and our self-confidence is also important to us, and the strength of an attack from not only the psychopathic adversary, but their dupes and accomplices as well, can destroy that reputation and self-confidence. Sometimes it destroys lives.
In order to survive this attack, we must first understand that “might (and numbers) does not make right.” We must also understand that we can validate the truth, and that our own validation of that truth may be the only validation that we can obtain. We may not be able to convince “others” that we were not the abuser; we may not be able to publicly verify that we were the one who suffered unjustly. We may not be able to prove in a court of law that we were the victims of a psychopath. We may have to raise our heads and to walk away from the situation, emotionally wounded and bleeding, while we see our abuser “skip off merrily into the sunset,” apparently none the worse for wear.
Life isn’t always “fair” and many times those who most deserve justice seem to get the least of it, but we can achieve closure within ourselves. We can find validation of our own personal truths, and no matter what the “vote” is, it doesn’t change that truth. It can be enough to sustain us.
sky – that’s a great suggestion you gave raggedy ann. I would also say that we could use the same tool in a different way: substitute the name of someone we love or care for and see if we would say that to THEM.
I’m not sure if any of the posts from the third level of hell are still here but the first ones were directed at me….hey, my arse is a big one let them shoot, it will be hard for them to MISS a target that big! But I immediately posted a link to donna and my “comment” was “it looks like we might have a troll.” Then I moved on away from that thread and went on about my business….totally ignoring what the troll said.
So, if it was someone who was just in pain, I did not offend them any more than I had apparently done so with my article…and basically, their argument about what a terrible article it was didn’t even make sense to start with….hey do any of you guys remember that girl who came here and was a pretty cool poster but she would get drunk sometimes and post carp until we figured out what she was doing? We finally figured out what was going on, called her on it, she stopped for a while but not sure what her name was or when she left or under what circumstances…but people come and go here all the time for one reason or another …they move on and heal, they find a new psychopath, they go back to the old psychopath (I think the statistics are like 85% go back—ouch!) Or sometimes people who pose as “victims” are actually the psychopath—and boy haven’t we all seen the “pity ploy” when they are down and out because someone escaped their clutches.
Thanks for the further info! I remember two different victims of teachers. The more defensive and fragile one was from a while back, and I remember seeing her appear “wounded” but I wouldn’t be surprised if the other one was the one pegged as the troll, because I often miss the any troll-drama before it ends up deleted.
one-joy, I sort of made up “sport lying” spontaneously. Just as there are various kinds of socios and Ps, various kinds of personality disorder, and various kinds of saints as well, there are various kinds of internet trolls imo. I used to divide them all into two kinds: subtlety trolls and clown trolls. The subtlety trolls are hoping to fool you — by being just believable enough, and they are getting off on fooling you, like that was some big accomplishment. Clown trolls are so off-the-wall it’s clear they are not expecting to be taken for real and they are performing to entertain you, often innocently. Over time I have understood that these two categories were way oversimplified, but the first category, subtlety-troll, is what I would class “lying-for-sport” with. I really do have trouble applying the word “troll” to someone who is sincere in what they are saying, but is troubled and out of control and therefore behaving in an undignified or somewhat antisocial way. But I defer to your greater experience with the trouble-makers on LF. (Especially if it involves posters with completely fake personae.)
One more thing, though. I didn’t see third’s behavior in the other thread she appears to have visited. What I saw in this thread was critical of Oxy and emotionally expressed. I have been that poster elsewhere on the internet in the past (especially when PMDD is in effect). It was obvious to me that third’s language would have been wounding to *me* but that is because I am fragile & defensive — and I am often told on line that I am excessively so. So knowing something would be wounding to be doesn’t provide me with a whole lot of guidance — in fact it was Oxy herself who characterized me as having excess empathy. (I am starting to wonder if it is a disordered, inappropriately compartmentalized empathy…) That did not at all offend me, but other things Oxy or others have posted here (not directed at me) have on occasion “pinged” me. I had to wonder if something like that was behind third’s reaction to the OP article.
On the basis of this thread alone, I had reason to think that I might not understand only Oxy’s “shoes” but also thirdaccount’s. It’s hard not to doubt my reactions sometimes.
btw, I have also had my own authenticity doubted on line. It’s not pleasant when it’s in the middle of a disagreement.
But again, I missed whatever the other thread was, and take your recognizing “third” as sound reaction based on experience.
Dear R-Ann
Many of us have “excess empathy” and that is what makes it so easy to hook us…..to catch us with the “pity me” ploy. We don’t want to hurt others’ feelings or offend anyone. I was (I can see now) programmed to be “responsible” for others’ feelings.
I actually caught red handed a “friend” stealing from me, and it up set me so bad I CRIED FOR DAYS because I was AFRAID I HAD HURT HER FEELINGS AND EMBARRASSED HER BY CATCHING HER STEALING. That is a True story Anny!
Oxy,
I wanted to share something with the comment above as I believe it’s so true!
Being responsible for someone else’s feelings. I was raised that way.
Yesterday, some guy off my fb, targeted me. We are BARELY acquaintances, but the woman he’s friends with (he sent a friend request to me), is a lovely christian woman, and I like her very much. I assumed that anyone on her fb list must have been okay, so I allowed him onboard. So anyway, he works for a temp business that helps others find jobs. I mentioned on one of my status’s that I needed a job in the near future and was there anyone who might know of an opening close by? so he messaged me and told me he could help out. it was a polite conversation, no biggie.
Yesterday, he messaged me with “text me” and then gave me his number. I thought maybe it was a line on a job, but it wasn’t…..
I won’t say what was asked and discussed, it might be triggering here, but this man is clearly, one hundred percent spath. Even though I figured that one out right away, I kept up the conversation, in answering his questions and throwing down boundaries…..that really wasn’t what was as much important to me as HOW I WAS REACTING AND FEELING TO HIS PROVOCATIONS……….can you say LOVE BOMBING?
The flattery first. The sexual innuendo second. The flat out date me third. The fourth I want sex so bad can you help me out? I’m a new christian but I dont have to do it, will you just look at my pictures and TALK TO ME ABOUT IT……I relived my spath of ten years in four hours of texting.
I went through several different emotions. First, was guilt. ohhhhh (as he came on subtly) don’t wanna hurt his feelers. Second, “you’re so full of SHIT and I was getting irritated, Third, inserted a major boundary, he violated it on the third text after I had asked him NOT too and then I was pissed as FUCK!
This was a HUGE moment for me. I’m lonely. I aware of that. I’ve been without sex with my spath for four and a half months now. HIGHLY aware of that. I’ve not been called beautiful for a LONG time- longing. I’m vulnerable (missing my spath BADLY).
Taking ALL of that into consideration, as I went along being TOTALLY aware of all of the above, I let him have it. Conversation over. Find another piece of ass. I’m not it.
NOw, what is interesting about this, is that if we reverse ten years, and it was spath, it would NOT have seemed odd, but FLATTERING to me.
Now, while I’m aware and was able to exercise that, kick the bastard OFF my fb list and tell him to fuck off, I could see how EASILY other women would have been baited into that had they been as lonely as I am and were OVERWHELMED with the flattery.
He won’t have a problem finding a woman to sleep with the first night, if not week.
I’m proud of myself, but also disheartened. Are all men like this?
I’m so done with it. Sex is great, and I’m no prude, but I found that I can’t do it at all unless I love a man. That’s not possible anymore. I kicked his ass out of my life. For the first time in my life, I’m willing to kick it alone. And all the while I WISH I wasn’t that way.
I miss my spath dearly. And there isn’t anything that can replace what i felt, no matter how sick, dysfunctional and addictive it was.
I can’t offer anything to anyone until I’m clear.
While on some levels I am becoming that way, on others, I have a long way to go.
But I’m willing to be alone
And that is one thing I know for sure. A man and a penis isn’t going to fix what’s wrong.
LL
Dear LL,
The guy I dated 2-3 times that wanted to irresponsibily go for a joy ride in my airplane (no insurance and no licenses) seemed so nice when I first started talking to him…but as soon as I saw the IRRESPONSIBLE PART…it was RED FLAG CITY.
Then him coming here a couple of weeks ago, just dropping by on his way in the neighborhood….and casually mentioning his 4 month old marriage and how hard marriage was to adjust to….RED BANNER…..I almost laughed out loud. LOL I mean I wasn’t sleeping with the guy when we were both single I am not sure what made him think I would be interested now that he is married. LOL He wasn’t really all that subtle. Choke snort! I just kept the conversation on airplanes or other things and kept it short….and didn’t encourage him to stay around and chat.
I used to know a guy who would walk down the street in the large city in which he lived and if he met a nice looking woman coming toward him he would say “Wanna F*<k?" and he said it was amazing how many would take him up on it. Nah, I'm not surprised.
Ox,
How can we have faith in people…in the world, when men think like this?
ARE there good men anymore?
I don’t want to think of myself as hating the male species, but there seems to be more ASSHOLES in the world than not.
I’m not going to give myself to another asshole.
Wait…..he came over a couple of weeks ago after one four months married? Hard to adjust too?
Oh wow.
Nuff said.
LL
LL, there ARE good people, there are bad people there are people sort of in between those extremes and I am not going to just GIVE AWAY trust to anyone, they will have to earn it….that’s okay.
I’m just being SELECTIVE in who I trust, who I give myself to or make myself vulnerable to…I’d rather be alone than put up with abuse or drama. End of story.
Ox,
I have to agree. But the in door seems to be what you’re wiling to put up with, even it’s somewhat shitty….
I don’t believe that.
You said you’re sixty five now, Ox.
Did you get your tatt yet?