Unless your abusive partner can feel shame for his violating behaviors, he will make no gains. That’s why I say, no shame, no gain.
By “gain” I mean, of course, the permanent ceasing of his abuse.
This rules-out sociopaths who, by definition, will lack the capacity for shame necessary for personal reform. This is worth repeating, as basic as it is: the sociopath is beyond help, beyond reform. Only his victims can help themselves by escaping, and healing, from him.
And yet shame alone isn’t enough to produce gain. It’s what the abuser does with his shame that’s critical. If he projects his shame defensively into, say, “blame,” then he is going nowhere fast. And unfortunately, all too often this is the case.
And so yes, no shame, no gain. But maybe it’s more accurate to say, no “owned” shame, no gain. Or even more accurately yet, no “responsibly processed” shame, no gain.
After all, only when we own our shame can we do something good with it; only then can we learn from it, grow from it. And I want to be clear that I’m referring here to shame related to the perpetration of harm against others. I’m referring specifically to the shame of the perpetrator, not the shame his abuse engenders in his victim(s).
Notice that I emphasize shame, and not guilt. That’s because guilt, in my experience, is a less powerful change-catalyst than shame. Guilt can be an intellectualized, rote experience. It can also be expiatory, as in, “I did my guilt, I suffered my guilt, now I can start with a clean slate.”
This can be a “clean slate” from which to repeat further transgressions, only to expiate them with yet more guilt, before perpetrating yet new transgressions. Guilt in this instance becomes ritualized enabling, rather than deterring, of future exploitation.
As I said, responsibly processing shame is no easy task—not for anyone, let alone someone with an exploitative orientation. What is it that makes the experience of shame, let alone its responsible processing, so hard for so many narcissistic and, of course, all sociopathic personalities?
The answer, I think, lies in the “ego-syntonic” essence of narcissistic psychopathology. “Ego-syntonic” is just a fancy way of saying that you are comfortable with what you are doing. When what you are doing is consonant, not dissonant, with your concept of your“self,” it is said to be ego-syntonic. It follows that ego-syntonic attitudes and behaviors are unlikely to evoke shame because they aren’t clashing with, or violating, your internal values and self-concept.
Conversely, when what you are doing is clashing with your values and self-concept, it is said to be “ego-dystonic.” And ego-dystonic behaviors are thus likely to produce internal discomfort, including possibly shame.
And so the intractability of severe narcissistic disturbance can be attributed, I think in good measure, to its fundamental ego-syntonicity.
Severe narcissists and other exploiters simply aren’t sufficiently disturbed by their abuse of others for genuine shame to emerge as a potentially transformative experience.
In less severe expressions of narcissism which will fall short of the criteria for narcissistic personality disorder (and, of course, far short of sociopathy), you can find individuals who’ve been extremely self-centered and even abusive, yet who do not want to be experienced as such (either publicly and, more importantly, privately).
In other words, others’ experience of them as abusive violates their self-concept (their self-concept disapproving of insensitivity and hurtfulness towards others). Your knee-jerk reaction may be that such individuals don’t exist, but they do. Even some chronic abusers, while in the minority, can reform.
But I reiterate that it’s not enough that such individuals can sometimes feel shame upon registering the vast discrepancy between their self-concept and others’ experience of them.
Only if, and it’s a big if, these individuals can face their shame and, as I’ve stressed in this post, not disown it, not project it as blame (or in some other toxic form), can their shame sometimes catalyze change.
(This article is copyrighted (c) 2009 by Steve Becker, LCSW)
Slimone….thank you for your honesty. I had to face that if my mother was a narc, my brother a narcissiopath, and my sister a narc, what were the chances I had escaped entirely? Just today, my husband (a good man) and I realized that when I had an affair was when I was living with my mom about 1/3 of the time, and that it is so easy to start absorbing THEIR values and THEIR projections and lose yourself and that was another reason I lost my way. Not to put the blame on her, but to realize that being around her (or any narc) is not healthy for me and fosters my worst traits that I normally don’t display. All of us have “worst traits” that we healthfully avoid. I need to carefully keep myself around healthy positive people and put in place strong emotional insulation when I have to deal with a narc or narcissiopath and be on the outlook for people wanting to exploit me. I too, am capable of deceit. After all, I had to hide who I really was to survive as a kid. But I think the reason I escaped from being a total narc myself (just exhibited a few of the bad traits which I know really have overcome) was the strong influence of Sunday school on me, though I’m not a religious person today. But I really think that is what saved me.
For awhile I channeled my ability to deceive into a good cause, doing undercover work to bust really sick abusive people, but I have given that up, realizing it subjected me to more trauma and practicing traits I really don’t admire, even for a good cause. A little of that work goes a long way. I don’t think anyone should do it for very long. One undercover guy just told me that it is hard for him to be real in a relationship now, because he is so used to turning off his feelings and acting. It is a real danger.
anyway, I’ve sort of wandered off topic, but again, appreciated your honesty. You are a good person.
JustAboutHealed, Pinow, Elizabeth, JaneSmith, NewLife…. thanks as always for your generous, thoughtful feedback. Your appreciative comments really do fuel my motivation to write these posts. I mean that. Your comments mean more to me than I can adequately convey here.
Thanks so much!
Steve
Please DO keep writing. you have no idea how often I click on Steve Becker and just start rereading all your posts. The Emotional Rape book, the Betrayal Bond book and your articles really have pulled me through the worst of this, more than even a great therapist. Maybe it is because a therapist never knows the whole history, but I do, when I sit and read. The blog that helped me the very, very most was your one on radar for the wrong person. And I used it to make a chart of all the red flags I either missed, or saw but minimized, and then for each red flag, under the column “missed” or “saw but ignored”, I wrote the reason I did miss it or ignore it. It was very helpful to me and empowering to feel like I won’t ever do that again!
At times I feel all recovered, then there is a slide back. I feel my biggest hurdle right now is really embracing the fact that my past does not have to define who I am today.
Steve:
Thankyou! Awesome article! Well said and I agree absolutely! Once when I was seeing a “psychologist” who was a “level 5″ narcissist”, I told him that i had returned to my P boyfriend. He bellowed across the room, “HAVE YOU NO SHAME????” Then he went on and on about it for a whole hour. (AND I had to pay him for it!). Anyway, I felt FULL OF SHAME, but ran back to my p boyfriend as fast as i could. (At least i would never get a lecture on shame from the p boyfriend…just a belt across the face, which I PREFERRED I can tell you!).
Because MY P PARAPLEGIC MOTHER spent her whole life SHAMING ME>(in reference to her being in a wheelchair).. “THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!”… ( I was five at the time i saw my P father break her neck).
On top of that my P father and my P brother had a wonderful time shaming me for my entire life, as i was “the scapegoat”.
Once when I was a kid, a catholic girl said to me, “you can steal those lollies, all you have to do is confess later and you still go to heaven”.
Oxy:
My mum sounds just like yours and she is a full blown psychopath. Once I had to stand there watching her as she grabbed a tree and tried desperately to riggle out of her chair and tip it up. I couldn’t work out what she was doing. When she was nearly out of it, she started yelling “help! someone help!!” A neighbour and my father came running out of the house. Next she pointed at me and said, “shes trying to rob me!”. She did it totally at random, i didn’t see it coming.
I ran away (which made it look worse, but i had no choice). And i immediately went NC for TEN YEARS.
My P daughter manipulated me back eventually after the ten years.
But I went NC for ten years and made my kids go NC. I was totally on my own and she used to send her other grandkids ( from my P brother)to my door on Xmas day asking to come in (no presents of course). So I told them to tell her where they could all go.
And sure enough, who should walk into my life then? Just when I am short of a psychopath? In walks the P solicitor.
Oxy:
your mum is exactly like mine except mine is more psychotic and in a wheelchair. I feel really sorry for you that your mum is within “coooee” of you on the farm. Even though you can’t see her it is still way too close.
You are totally right about me obsessing over that girl in class. I just can’t believe that another one pops up right under my nose, straight away. is there no end to this?? I get so angry that there are so many. And everyone in class already knows how i feel about the P teacher. Yesterday the P teacher said “Tilly, do you know who it was that went to the convenor and tried to boycott me?’ ( she cornered me as i was coming out of the toilet). Then she told me a whole exagerated story of someone trying to have her kicked out. I wonder who that was?? Not a very nice person aye Oxy!
I have become paranoid again. I am presuming the worst of my fake friend…that she will do the worst and bla bla.
I’m so sorry to have to dump all this rubbish on you. I know the answer is Kathys 12 steps and “don’t presume a problem” but I am so used to everything always going wrong. I’m trying to stop the disaster before the disaster happens again.
Thankyou for hearing me Oxy and everyone.
Thankyou for another brilliant article Steve.
I hope I can be here for others again soon, anyway, I am still painting so thats the main thing.
Luvyu!
Tilly. xo(((((((OXY))))))hugsx0
JustAboutHealed, Tilly….i’m really speechless. seriously. thank you! i’m out of words to honor your kindness and generosity. goodnight. sleep well.
Steve
P.S: Since I was seeing less and less of my kind hearted son ( as his p girlfriend sucks him into her vacuum), I had become more “friendly” with my fake friend. I was beginning to look forward to seeing her in the class and I thought we were a secret team against the monster. No such thing, is there!
Steve:
I am only being honest Steve, keep writing you are brilliant!
Steve,
Once again, your insight is so thought provoking for all of us here. I go back and read your articles over and over because there is so much to absorb and process from them.
Each behavior or topic you choose identifies yet another experience we have had and gives us reason to pause and understand more of what has happened to us.
You go deep into the psyche of an N/S and bring to the surface so much of what we dealt with yet could not readily identify. Your writing style is so personal yet filled with facts and concrete knowledge – confirmation that while OUR experience is SO personal – the many stories here have so many common threads binding people together in recovery.
Thank you so very much for the expertise and compassion you bring to us – it is very precious and much appreciated!!!!!
Someday, I hope to see all these many writings and those to come in a published book – it will be the best one I’ve ever read !!!!!!!
Steve,
Not to ride too hard on Tilly’s coattails, but I agree. I love your articles. They slice to the heart of it, and I am always taking away so much to think about.
Write on!
JAH,
You are welcome. Your post really brought this all bubbling out of me….thanks for the inspiration. I too have a highly n mother. Though, happily, I can report she has mellowed with age, as she is not personality disordered. So, like you, I experienced my own n wounding. Accompanying that was a rather deep uncertainty about ‘who’ exactly I was. That does make one a sitting duck for the projections and influences of others. So, again, I relate to what you say about your affair, when you were living with your mother.
Your description of the undercover work, in a kind of sideways way, gave me a sense of how I lived most of my early, to mid-adult, years. Pretending, to the point I didn’t know what was real. It was like exisiting and not exisiting at the same time. And then, when life called on me to ‘get real’–what hard work finding how to do that.
Being raised with abuse, as many of us have, can force us to shut down our feelings and instead put on an ‘act’, as we don’t have access to our heart-center, from which to authentically live.
Then, for me, finally coming to a place where I was ready to connect with what was in my heart, and to FEEL, was initially, and intermittently still, SO painful. So much in there to grieve. But that is the only way for me to come back into myself. To let myself grieve and let go the past.
And thanks to all of you on LF the journey is not so lonely.
“Pretending to the point I did not know what was real” That really rang true for me two, New Lily.
I had gotten to the point where I felt uncomfortable with almost any interaction with others, even strangers, store clerks, etc. Most of it came I believe from years of “acting” like I was fine, when inside I was a bundle of stress and insecurity. Most of this probably came from the inner conflict of trying to make an empty hollow marriage be right. I realized early on that my needs were not being met, but that seemed ludicrous. After all didn’t I have a perfect husband and a great life?? A few blips maybe, but such is life.
Only well after my going NC did I start to unravel the nest of lies I had lived in, and begin to understand the true nature of the abuse I had endured (unknowingly at the time).
My P was not physically abusive, or verbally for that matter.( although he did undermine me constantly in subtle ways you couldn’t really call him on) He was calm and cool and coldly distorting my world and gaslighting like crazy Mine did it by constantly claiming we were in huge financial distress, down to food insecurity etc., that he was the only one that could fix it, and that I was helpless to change anything about our constant bouncing from one crisis to the next.( this while we lived in a mansion, looked like millionairs)
Only over the last year have I discovered that ALL of it was manufactured. He was playing a sick con. There were three levels of deceipt, !) I had to “pretend” to the outside world and my kids that all was hunky dory. 2)I had to secretly cope with what I thought was the mess we were in. 3) I felt needy and useless, toally stressed and weak as I watched him stoically (I thought) carry on without a hint of stress.
So for many, many years, I lived in my own little bubble, thinking EVERYONE else was better adjusted and “normal”, while I was a mess inside. I coped by drinking way too much and then felt the guilt and shame over that. Mission accomplished for my P.
A little off topic, but I cringe now when I remember complimenting him once for his ability to “change”. Of couse he could “change”. All of his outside persona is fake, so no trouble making a few adjustments if it was to benefit whatever his sick mission was. Uuugh.
Anyhow, I think that a lot of the damage came from my subconcious “knowing” that something was very wrong with the picture, but the ego continued to make believe. That is an exhausting way to live.
I am now fully comfortable with my interactions with people, and marvel at how easy it is to “be myself”, now that the P is just a nasty memory.
But the subconcious is a powerful thing, and wants to be heard. When I was still with the P, I ended up getting deeply involved in reading about all manner of conspiracy theories, corruption and propaganda ( official and corporate lies). I became an activist and co-founded a Not for Profit etc in an effort to facilitate some change.
Only much later did I realize that my subconscious was pushing me in the right direction, only the lies were right under my nose and in my bed.
Near the end my P said that he had learned a lot from me about how the world works. Ya right, run by people like him.
I believe a lot of our denial comes from wanting to make the thing be what we want it to be, what we were told it was. A normal happy union. And until the very end, I still believed that my P was deep down a “good man”. I felt guilt and shame for wanting out. Just like he wanted.
Now I am in real financial distress, and it is stressful too, but nothing compared the the gaslighting years. I feel whole, integrated. Broke, worried about my future, but essentially happy.
Happy healing to all.