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.
Im spinning right now and am having trouble yet again…
As I lay in bed, thinking about how his biological mother came down this weekend, I dont even KNOW what Im feelign anymore. Im soooo sad, I know that…and then I get mad.
His adoptive mom had said something along the lines of “Im so glad you’re coming down. I do believe we are all participating in a miracle.”
I want to scream F-YOU…ALL OF YOU!
Im having such a hard time figuring out myself these days. Am I “jealous” that hes getting so much attention? Am I ‘jealous’ that THEY are caring about him and not about how IM doing…the one who FOUND HIS F-ING biologial mother for him? All of this feels like such a slap in the face.
I dont care if they all hang out…although, I care that Im not a thought in ANYONES mind. Maybe Im giving myself too much credit here. I feel like just by everyone BEING together would MAYBE remind them of me…? Then I wonder if THAT sounds COMPETELY self-centered and if IM the one throwing a tantrum now.
I have played, what I thought, a HUGE role in his life from the time we began until now. He ‘dealt’ with abandondment issues and that prompted him to want to find his biological mom…and he called ME to help him…yet I dont get to see or be a part of any of the ‘miracle’?
How insulting…
He was allowed to be in my life one hundred percent, although I was not allowed in his. This is a prime example…is the word for this feeling really as simple as just being ‘used’?
It feels like theres more to it though…
I can see his head swelling over all the adulation and attention and ‘love’ he feels over them placing HIM at the center…OMG, its NARCISSISM
Why dont they see it? WHY!!!
Dearest Oxy, I saw your sweet post on Thursday and thank you for your kindness. You are a good friend and I am grateful to have you!
I had a nice calm weekend. I worked a bit in my yard. Planted some cuttings and some rosemary and oregano.
I pulled an old, delapatated garden bench around to the front of the house and am thinking about spray painting it and possibly mosaic on the rusted metal arms and legs.
I cooked myself two healthy and yummy dinners.
I picked up the green and brown and clear broken glass from beer bottles that I found on my walk to the store to use in the future when I start my first mosaic stepping stone.
Pinky-doodle has been especially attentive, following me everywhere. He goes with me to the community garden, and to the graveyard across the street from my house. Now he is trying to follow me to the store.
I did a good turn, yesterday….I was taking a peacefull walk in the grave yard and found several plants and flowers that were just about dead. I walk there two or three times a week and had seen these flowers when they were bright and vibrant and thought how pretty they were, but yesterday they looked like they were just about dead. I wanted to take them home, but just couldn’t convince myself that was okay, so I walked across the grave yard a few times to give them water!
One of the headstones said, “mother”, so I mentally thought of my own mother and did it as a service to her, as well as to who ever Mother was.
I felt good about that.
I’ve decided to tell my kids not to put flowers on my grave unless they intend to take care of them!
I hope your weekend was lovely too.
R-Babe ~ I’m sorry to hear that you’re feeling this way. (((hugs))) Maybe they are just too involved with their “family reunion” and into themselves right now.
It sounds to me like you just want some acknowledgement from them, and some thanks for making the reunion possible. They may thank you for what you’ve done for them at some point once the excitement has calmed down. Then again, maybe not.
I hope that it can be enough for you to know that you did something good for him & his family. It was a generous thing you did in helping them get together.
Rob’s x, that is one of the things I was most angry about…how my spath wasable to control me so completely and how I never had a smidgeon of control over him.
I used to say he was like a incoragable dog…I couldn’t keep him in and I couldn’t keep him out. He came and went as he pleased.
In the meantime, he had something nasty to say about anyone and everyone I had contact with. He was xtremely jealous and even accused me of having a lesbian relationship with one of my women friends. I strictly limited contact with everybody to assuage hs feelings. I wanted him to be secure and I didn’t want the hassel.
He would accuse me of screwing around with his family members like his brother or his brother in law. Of course he never said anything to them….just to me.
My life got very small.
He seemed to have an uncanny ability to know exactly where I’d been or what I’d done at any given time.
He would tell me nasty things someone had said about me.(More often than not, it asn’t true.) All one in the effort to seperate me from any kind of support.
He, on the other hand did anything he wanted to, whenever he wanted to. He was not in the same relationship that I was in. He wanted a free ride. It was just that simple.
Hope:
Thank you. When he and I reunited after 5 months of NC, I knew what I was ‘doing’ by putting myself in the place of finding her. You see, this goes much further than just a ‘good deed’ that was done.
He USED me…again, and again, and again. Although Im sure his adoptive family can see it, his biological mother cant. I feel used by her also though. As I reunited them…I had the contact with her, I set the meeitng up a year ago, I was the ‘rock’, the ‘go to’ person and his biological mother thanked me and told me she loved me and how grateful she was.
And then she ‘deleted’ me, ‘blocked’ me after he left. She knew him as muc as she knew me…I feel discarded by her too.
And now, they reap the benefits of MY work…MY love…MY dedication to a piece of shit person…and Im left here with ‘our’ dog…
Kim:
I struggle with how he compartmentalizes everyone and everyhing. What you said in your last line is true…”he wanted a free ride, plain and simple.”
I feel like I was one of his PRIMARY relationships…if not THE ‘love’ relationship…however, how he kept everyone away from each other is something else…
-I had ALMOST no relationship with his adoptive mom. He said it was because she was ‘threatened’ by me. She says she stays away because she doesnt want to get too close and have the gf get thrown away…
-His sister and I had ALMOST no relationship except when we did talk, she shared a VERY differnet opinion of her brother, never throwing him under the bus though…just validating information about hm…
-His oldest brother I RARELY spoke to…nobody really spoke to him
-His youngest brother stayed in his room all the time
-HIs dad and I had a ‘decent’ relationship. He is the most normal one out of all of them…we spoke more than anyone in the entire family.
-I thought biological mother and I had a connection, however, it wasnt genuine.
I just realized something…I realized how HE has been the ‘center’ of all peoples connections, and how HE has kept those ‘connections’ at bay with each other. He has been the ‘common factor’ in everyone knowing each other, but that was as far as it went. We all knew each other casually, but never closely…and after 4 years, youd think it would happen.
He, on the other hand, was ‘right in’ with my family. There was no ‘nucleus’ that sorta ‘dictated’ who said what to whom. THe problem with him though is MY family couldnt STAND him after 2 years because they saw through him…
Im a threat…to him. Get rid of me, so theres room for his biological mother who he can be the puppet master to without any outside influence.
Dear R-babe,
Yes, you have got it, they compartmentalize everything and every one…..keep people apart so their lies don’t get discovered–the best thing to do is to let these people go…..he will “do them in” sooner or later just as he did you. Ps don’t really have relationships that are close or last, they have love bombs then devalue and discard relation-shits…..it is all smoke and mirrors. a HOUSE OF MIRRORS nothing real…..
You didn’t do any one of these people any favors helping them “get together”—believe me it is all going to be a parasitic relationship….at BEST!
R-babe
How interesting the group dynamics that he fostered. Great observations! Unhealthy!