This is a true story told to me by one of my University students. Marisol describes life with her sister, a sociopath:
My stepfather sexually molested me when I was eight. My sister who was nine, was also molested; I know because I saw him go to her. We never talked about what happened. When she was 20, I asked her and she denied it then admitted it happened to her when I said I saw him. My father was shot and killed when we were very young. He used drugs and had a bad temper, so someone shot him. My sister was always wild when we were growing up. We fought a lot and there wasn’t much affection in my family.
My sister has been sexually promiscuous since her teen years. I never had any friends because if she would find out that I had a friend, she would have sex with that friend’s boyfriend. My mother would say I had to stick up for my sister. But, my sister has sex with nearly every man she knows. When she sees a married couple, she wants what they have, so she sleeps with the husband. When he leaves his wife to be with her, she grows tired and drops him. My sister has been with all kinds of men, black, white and Puerto Rican. She becomes whatever that man is. When she’s with a black, she acts black. She’s white when she’s with a white guy. I don’t think my sister ever uses protection when she has sex, look she had a baby a year ago. I don’t know how she can do this to herself”¦all those men. According to a friend of mine, the men in the barbershop even talk about my sister. They have all had sex with her and think she’s good.
I left home when I was 16 because my sister convinced me that my mother didn’t want me. She often told me that my mother didn’t like me. My sister told me a lot of things my mother didn’t really say. My sister has two children that I worry about, especially her son who is seven. She switches men every few months, each time there is a new guy she says to her son, “This is your father.” Then when she gets tired of the guy, she gets rid of him and her son never sees the man again. She left her son’s father when he was in jail. Her son’s father has 8 kids and he only cares for two of them. My nephew has problems and my sister just ignores him. She is into her baby now. The baby girl is one. I don’t think she knows who the baby’s father is.
My sister spends all her money on the men in her life, while her children go without clothes and doctor visits. She never pays any of her bills. She has furniture from Rent a Center, she never paid then moved away with the furniture. She doesn’t feel she should have to pay any of her bills. She has a job. She keeps it because she lies to her boss and makes her feel sorry for her. She tells everyone that she is a single mother and that she has no family. She is a single mother, but we want to help her. My sister is not sorry for any of the bad things she has done. Instead, she lies to cover things up. It seems she believes her own lies. I can’t believe how much my sister lies. She doesn’t tell the truth about anything. My sister is beautiful and very nice. I keep thinking she is a good person, then when I think about the way she treats my nephew, I get mad. She says she doesn’t want him, but she won’t give him to us. She wants to be in control.
I keep thinking that my sister acts this way because she was molested. My mother says she has always been wild and difficult. Even when my father was alive, she was oppositional. I remember she did everything he told her not to do. Although my sister does not steal from my mother, she takes advantage of her. If my mother has a boyfriend, my sister will call him behind my mother’s back, and ask him for favors, even if he and my mom aren’t that close. Although my sister doesn’t admit to having any problems, she blames my mother for everything. My mother never showed us any affection. In my culture we believe that holding babies will spoil them.
Discussion of this Case
I believe Marisol’s sister qualifies as a sociopath because she has a pervasive pattern of disregard for the rights of others that has been present since early childhood. She lies and is financially irresponsible. She is sexually promiscuous and has failed to care properly for her children. Her reported non-use of protection is evidence for her recklessness. Although there are no reports of physical fights, there is considerable relational aggression, which is more common in women. The presence of all these behaviors within the context of a life pattern of harming those who are closest to her defines her sociopathy.
My student’s story shows us the inability to love and power motivation of women who are high in sociopathic traits. She fails to bond with any of the men with whom she has relations. There is no compulsion to be with a specific special other; this compulsion is a necessary part of love. No one in her life is particularly special. She does get pleasure from affection and from babies. Unfortunately, her son at age seven is too old to be a source of pleasure and has been discarded. Her relationships are all about power and control. She uses both sex and money as tools for power and control. She doesn’t spend money on her children because this is caretaking. She instead spends money on men as a way of asserting power and control.
This case illustrates the many factors that create sociopathy. Poverty may have been an issue in this family. There is clearly a genetic, temperamental risk here. My student’s father was also a sociopath, and my student’s sister had all the temperamental traits at risk children have. The cultural practice of not showing warmth or affection greatly increases risk for some but not all children. My student asked me if I thought the molestation caused her sister’s problems. I think the molestation may have contributed to the sex addiction. My student asked me if there is any hope for her sister. I said that her sister would have to admit her sex addiction and her destructive patterns of behavior and work on change. My student replied, “She lies too much for that.”
You might be wondering about my student. Is she normal? She has the same genetics, the same mother and also was molested! My student illustrates the workings of the inner triangle. The inner triangle is ability to love, impulse control and moral reasoning. Marisol has had two long-term loving relationships with men. She also has a 10-year-old daughter whom she is very devoted to and cares for. So, unlike her sister, Marisol has ability to love. Marisol does have issues with impulse control. She has been arrested for fighting and states, “I have a very bad temper…I just explode”¦ I have had to train myself not to do that”¦I don’t want to explode in front of my daughter.” By her own statements, Marisol demonstrates her moral reasoning ability. Impulse control can improve when a person is motivated to try. Love and morals provide this motivation. My student also has a desire to better herself. She is getting a bachelor’s degree because she wants to achieve and have a career her daughter will be proud of. She hopes her daughter’s life will be better and easier than hers has been.
This discussion is really fascinating. I have thought about that too, that some people turn out to be horrible nasty people and others turn out to be caring and loving, even if they were victims of the same circumstances. I guess we’ll never know for sure what exactly causes the difference between the two.
In my husband’s joint family, my nieces live in the same house as their cousins. They are beaten and verbally abused by their mother, while their cousins are treated with kindness and compassion by theirs. The difference between the two sets of kids is really visible. The abused ones are very aware of everything, they laugh less and they observe everything like hawks, while the others are happy-go-lucky and act like kids.
I remember having those profound thoughts when I was a kid, I worried about my family’s problems and felt as if they were as much mine as anyone else’s. No one could tell me to “go play” because I always had questions about everything and observed situations and analyzed them. I guess when something like abuse happens to you, the need to explain why it is happening makes you question everything in life.
Lil Orphan,
I am going through the process of unblocking memories that haven’t come to me in years. I am not in therapy but writing has helped dislodge some of them from the recesses of my brain. I find that when I describe some the rooms that I used to inhabit as a child, or write about some of the memories that I do remember, something that was hidden for years comes flooding back. Sometimes it is a part of the abuse that I never understood, and now, knowing what I do about disordered personalities, it makes perfect sense. That is a big relief to have things make sense after being so confused in the past. I’m sure therapy in which you talk about the mundane things and spaces you experienced as a child would do the same thing. Maybe hypnotism would work too?
Free, your posts lately have been really wonderful and full of truth. I am so happy that you are coming to terms with things and finding your way in life. Reading everyone’s posts here just make me feel so alive and even though we have been through hell, we are regaining a sense of wonder for creation. No disordered person could possibly do that because they are forever trapped in the prison of their twisted minds.
Orphan,
My mother has a saying that I think explains the differences in how people “weather” the same environment and come out differently.
The same sun that hardens the clay, melts the wax.
It (environment) effects the MATERIALS (genetics + prior experiences) in each of us in different ways, so that one person thrives in X environment while Y person does not do well in the same environment.
They have now discovered that to a great extent that the perception of pain in people is geneticly controlled. There is a stoic gene and a wimp gene, the person who gets 2 stoics is “tough” and not much effected by pain, the person with 1 of each is sort of in themid range and the person with 2 wimp genes goes spastic over a paper cut on their finger.
As health care professionals we always knew there was a difference but not why until the last couple of years. Of course there is also environment and culture that chimes in to how we respond to pain, but the genetic component is there as well, and very influential. As the human genome project continues it will probably turn out that a great deal of our “selves” is biological.
All very interesting stuff though.
Ariadne:
I have flashbacks, sometimes. Very seldom, but when they come they are triggered by external sensory stimuli – particularly music. Have always hated one particular song so much and never understood why until one day it was on the radio and I SAW a moment of what happened and that music had been playing.
Don’t get me wrong. I do remember much of it. Don’t spend a lot of time trying to envision it, because I’m good with visualization techniques (positive ones) and am afraid to “pull in” the negative with the full force of remembrance.
But hypnotism has been interesting me more and more over the years. That might be the best start. Am kind of afraid of it. Has anyone else done it?
OxD:
Yes, very interesting stuff. As an adoptee, you learn that biology is much stronger than previously realized. I share physical quirks with my bio parents, big and little, like how we push our glasses up, etc. We also share philosophies on life (me and the bio mom) and, we think, the empathy thing. Which one of my girls has and the other hasn’t.
All very intriguing.
Have a great day ladies.
Lilorphan,
Yes, music really works to jog the memory. There are still some songs that give me a nauseous feeling when I hear them. Another thing is specific smells. I think that is the sense that is most closely connected with memory. Sometimes I catch a whiff of something and I am automatically transported back to when I smelled the same thing in the past. Really weird. It’s amazing how complex the human brain is.
Well, I have very little sense of smell left these days from being such a smoker. BUT — I do recall that feeling.
On the whole subject of childhood abuse – my brother is a sadistic asshole. Fortunately, we’re not bound by blood. Every chance he had to be a nice guy he deliberately did cruel things. For instance, when I was like 11 or 12 or so he had a waterbed and was going camping. So I asked if I could sleep in his room to sleep on a waterbed for one time. He said no. Later, he came in all sweetly and said I could.
The next morning I woke up with poison ivy all over my face and in between my fingers. Just huge welts. I know he put the ivy there. When I was three, he pushed me down the basement steps. I could have died. He was six.
He was the original prototype (except male) for that movie “The Bad Seed.” As he grew older, his deeds grew more depraved and abusive, in all ways.
As far as I’m concerned, he was evil incarnate. Because he knew things little kids should not know, and he committed acts that were beyond mean pranks. He is still evil incarnate and abusive to my parents (not me, because he knows I’d call the cops or get back in his face or whatever at this stage of the game).
He is one of the few people in life I can actually say I might actually hate and for whom anger is never hard to muster. 🙂
The same sun that hardens the clay, melts the wax.
Never heard that one before, OxD. I do know my brother was not abused in our home and yet he exhibited signs of being a P from when we were small. First, just little things: instigating fights and then lying about who hit whom, that sort of thing. His bad nature grew as he grew.
For me, I know it’s necessary to do some regression and recover what’s missing, because otherwise I will have trust issues the rest of my life, as well as poor boundaries and cheap defense mechanisms –and all of that is destructive to relationships.
When I talk about healing, it’s not so much from the most recent relationship as it is from the distant past, to integrate the experiences rather than run from them.
Tolle’s book “A New Earth” shows you how to quiet your mind, go silent, be with the Holy Spirit that lives within all of us. Anyone that manipulates others for whatever reason and cares less (no feelings, no emotions, no compassion) is an anti-social personality who needs to be walked through Tolle’s steps with professionals that comprehend Tolle’s teachings. The reason people who are in touch with their emotions usually (and I’m saying usually) do not act out towards others is because their emotions are their breaking mechanism not to tread on or trample over another (do unto others as you want done unto you). Anti-socials do not have/or do not use (due to burying their emotions deep down inside of them – what their ego has blocked out of their lives so they act as if they don’t have emotions, which ends up the result in their case) of anything goes attitude until they are caught. They know this. Do any thing, any time, to anyone until someone stops them. Stopping them means spending you money and your time and exhausting your emotions. And our courts go along with this. It’s such nonsense living under these old out dated standards in today’s society. As loving and mature adults who take responsibility for our lives … why aren’t we ensuring others in positions of authority in our society also be responsible before they are hired or appointed into these positions?
Two books that should be read and studied by everyone in our society for the rest of our lives “A New Earth” by Tolle, explaining how to read the Bible. The Bible, God’s word which is the base to our society. We should stop taking the LIP SERVICE that anti-socials who made their way to the top of the heap in society throw at us. We’re all at fault for this. All of us to allow anti-socials in society to take over and control this beautiful world that God created for all of us, not just the few of them that have no respect for God. Period.
Just saying it out loud. My sister is a sociopath/psychopath/narcissist…and all of the above. Such damage she has imposed on our family is so overwhelming I cannot begin to tell. I will start with how she used to try to make me sad and make me cry when she would leave after a visit home. I was 5 she was 18. She would sit me down and sing a sad song to me that she used to say was ‘our song’. She would make me tell her that I would sing that song at her funeral if I never saw her again. She would try to make me feel that I might never see her again. She would tell me that she wished that she could take me with her so that I would not have to stay in such a horrible place. She would tell me that she could not stand to go away and could not bear to live without me. Then she would stand in the driveway and hug me and tell me that everything would be ok and she would come back and rescue me soon. She would drive away leaving me standing in the driveway crying. She would wave and blow kisses. It was heartbreaking then. It is sickening and disgusting now…. (by the way, my parents were warm, loving, easy) that was the beginning… there is soooooooo much more. Thanks for listening.
My sibs are all normal loving people, but my mom was pretty abusive when I was young. We have fought and struggled to improve our relationship since I moved close to her in 1997. Still I have to honor her, because she has come such a long way, and tried so hard to improve herself. Plus she kept our family together, always worked hard to make sure we had what we needed. All my sibs and me, especially do struggle with self esteem issues, and feeling like failures at times, but we have all been fairly successful in love and life, and our kids are all good kids with no arrests or big problems.
My Sister (Patsy) I was going to write something in her memory. I can’t it’s too painful I miss you sis