By Ox Drover
One of the themes that seems to run throughout the stories of many of, if not most of, the people who have had experiences with psychopaths is that we have either had repeated episodes of being abused by the same psychopath, even after we saw their dishonesty, or had episodes of being sucked into the webs of multiple psychopaths. Or, we have both of these—multiple episodes with multiple psychopaths.
Most of the people I have known who were formerly victims of psychopaths are not stupid. In fact, some of the smartest, most accomplished people I know are former victims, and have been repeatedly victimized by one psychopath after finding out that this person was dishonest and abusive. Somehow, they kept on going back to the relationship, even after multiple attempts to disengage from the abuser. Why? Why does a person who is smart, accomplished, and otherwise successful in life and business keep repeating the same behavior that allows them to be hurt?
There is an often-used quote, “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.” It seems by this definition that the victims of psychopaths are “insane,” because we keep on trying to have a relationship with someone who is repeatedly abusive. There must be some reason that otherwise smart and successful people keep repeating the behavior that is unsuccessful in its outcome. There must be some common thread among victims and former victims that makes us susceptible to frequently returning to an unsuccessful and painful relationship.
Here’s a little story that may contain what may be a grain of truth that might point us toward the answer to the question of. “Why?”
The Chief and the Snake
Once upon a time there was a very wise and kind Indian chief. One day as the chief was walking through the forest, he came upon a rattlesnake in the path. He stopped and started to go around the snake, not wanting to hurt it, but not wanting to be bitten either.
As the chief started to pass around the snake, the snake spoke to him (not an unusual thing in those days) and said, “Chief, please have mercy on me, my wife and family are on the other side of yonder river, and I can’t swim, and I can’t get to them. Won’t you please pick me up and carry me across the river?”
The chief looked at the snake and laughed a bit and said, “Why, if I tried to pick you up you would bite me and I would die. I am sad that you have a problem but I must not be bitten, or I would die and my own children would starve because there would be no strong man with a bow to hunt brother deer to provide meat to my little ones. Though my heart feels sad for you, no, I must refuse to pick you up.”
The snake then spoke to the chief saying, “But such a brave man as you should not be afraid of such a small snake as I, and I promise from the bottom of my heart that I would never harm you if you were to help me across yon river. I am so afraid that if I am not able to get across, my wife and children will perish. Please help me in my hour of need.”
The chief looked at the snake and his heart was sad because he knew what it was like to have one’s children without food. His heart took pity on the snake, and he agreed to take the snake across the river, if the snake would agree not to bite him.
The chief reached out to pick up the snake and held him high over his head as he waded the swift and cold waters of the river. About half way across the river when the chief was doing his best to protect the snake from the cold waters, the snake reached down and bit him on the neck, sinking his poison fangs deep into the chief’s blood stream.
The chief was surprised and said to the snake, “Brother Snake, why did you bite me, now I will die and you will drown as well. You promised on your honor not to bite me if I would have mercy on you and help you, now we shall both die and our children starve. You promised me.”
The snake replied, “Ah yes, I promised, but you knew what I was when you picked me up,” as they both sank under the swirling cold water of the river.
What we have in common with the chief
What caused the chief to reach out and pick up a snake that he knew was poisonous, that he knew had the power to harm him, and that if he was wrong in making this decision to pick up the snake, and the snake did bite him, that his own children would suffer because of his decision?
Empathy is what the chief had, empathy for the children of the snake. Because the chief loved his own children, he assumed that the snake must also love its children. Just as the chief would do what was best for his children, he empathized that the snake would also do what was best. Since the chief knew that he would never do anything deliberately to cause consequences for his children, he did not see that the snake would deliberately do something that would cause problems for his own offspring.
Thinking that others have the same motivations that we have can get us into the same problems that the chief got into. The chief wanted to help the snake. He felt pity for the snake. He knew that he would not want someone to refuse to help him if it meant that he would die and his children would go hungry, so it never dawned on him that the snake would be willing to make a decision to do a deed that would insure that the snake-children would go hungry.
The chief’s empathy and his thinking that others had the same empathy, the same motivation for their behavior, and no reason to hurt another, even at the cost of hurting themselves or their near and dear, caused him to want to believe the snake’s promise not to bite.
The snake, however, was right. The chief knew what he was when he picked him up. When we allow ourselves to believe the promises of people who have proven that they are dishonest, we open ourselves to be repeatedly injured or even killed. When someone shows you what they are, believe your eyes. Believe what you see, not what you hear.
No Contact
“No contact” is the commonly accepted “treatment” for any abusive relationship. This means that only contact that is required by law (such as meeting that person in a courtroom due to a law uit) or the minimum amount of contact required by law to co-parent with such a person, is the only interaction between you and your former abuser. No contact allows the injuries to cease, and keeps you safe from new and repeated injuries from the abuser.
“No contact” also includes not stalking the person’s Facebook page or other social media. It means blocking or deleting any text messages, phone calls, e-mails or any other form of communication, including having others tell you what the former abuser is “up to.” Refusing to engage in tale carrying, gossip, or drama involved with the former abuser is also essential. If you must speak about the relationship, do it ONLY with a trusted friend or family member who sees that the relationship was/is abusive, and with assurances that the person will keep your information in absolute confidence. This process can be likened to “not renting them space in your head,” which includes wondering if they have a new relationship, and if they are making this new person happy o,r if they will change for this new person, or wondering if you were wrong about what they are.
You know what they are now, so don’t pick them up. NO CONTACT WORKS.
LL-it is OK to be mad and pissed. I spent SO much time here ranting and being pissed. Just let it out girlfriend. I was mad today too. I am long over ex boyfriend but I get mad when I see HER now. I just wanna punch her out. She’s SO dramatic it’s disgusting!
LL – there are anonymous mailers/ remailers. maybe some free ones, don’t know. and i have read that some email porgrams allow you to send email that way also. you should still be able to read the email headers though.
thing is only spammers and people wanting to hide do this. i have gotten a few over the years. i automatically delete any email that doesn’t have a sender.
you are doing really well. he is a vacuous shit and you are beautiful so, yo have already won. fuck him.
peace out sweetie…the pumpkin is looming.
one-no I haven’t had green tea but they have it at my place and I heard it’s good. They have lavendar honey too and it’s purple and good.
jayzuz nola – will need to road trip for ice cream!
it’s awesome. I AM glad that it’s not on my side of the river. I now have to work out twice tomorrow from all the ice cream I ate.
One j
You’re brilliant! I have a computer guy. He’ll just charge me up the ying yang to get everything going or not, but at this point, it’s worth it.
I think he has probably installed a keylogger.
I need this shit OFF my computer. I do have a gmail, it’s what my fb signs into as well. but it’s in my real name.
Learning to be more savvy now.
Thankyou One J. You’re a fricking life saver and described for me A LOT of what I’m seeing.
THANK YOU SO MUCH! If I have to do an overhaul, fuck it, I’m happy to do it!
LL
Ya’ll I gotta say peace out cuz I’m sleepy and I gotta sack out!
I had a nap and suddenly woke up remembering something about my ex-fiance… I can confirm that NC actually upsets them, makes them mad as hell. That they hate it.
A very few times my P and I had a few disputes over the phone. Now, normally it was I who had to call, with international call cards to make it not so expensive to keep our daily contact across the distance, or if I couldn’t get one I called directly (but much more expensive). A few times we did need to talk something out, but if we had a verbal dispute he would start saying stuff in a reasoning that would make steam go out of my ears, and I would not have a chance to get a word in between. At some point I’d get so upset, I’d be very close to namecalling, as he was twisting everything around. But I never ever have done that to people before, and I was taught never to do that. I’d rather bite my tongue. And then suddenly as I was having the word “jerk” or “asshole” on the tip of my tongue, I would think… why am I wasting my money or my calling card on a phonecall to hear this kind of shit that wants to make me want to say something I don’t want to say. So, my taught behavioral response for blow-ups like that by my parents is to time-out myself (from times before it ever had that name). So, instead of continuing to argue, I would say, “I’m to angry right now to speak with you. Till tomorrow.” And then I would hang up. One time I was so upset that I even hung up the phone before I would blurt out what I felt like shouting to him.
I truly did hte cutting off to time-out myself. Even just 5 mins would help me cool down enough to engage into a discussion again. Apparently he’d go berserk over my cutting off the phone. He would call me back immediately to ask me to call back, and then when I did, he would harrangue me for cutting the phone conversation. He expressed that he really hated it. The way he said it though, that’s when he sounded incredibly responsible. I once even wondered, how is he able to make his boundaries verbally so much like the perfect I-sentence, and yet have so much trouble with accepting my I-sentences? I explained to him that I did it because I wanted to time-out myself before saying anything truly hurtful. We agreed that at least I was to say “I’m feeling so upset right now, and I need some time to cool down again. I will call later when both of us cooled down.”
I had a similar enraged reaction when I cut him off physically. It had been his birthday, we had partied long and it had cost me 200$. All bars were closed by then, and as we walked back home, he harrangued me over not paying at the last bar. I tried to explain to him it had given us the drinks for free, but he wouldn’t listen. So I walked off, pretty miffed, back to the last bar, where they told me that it had been on the house. Miffed I walked back to our hostel, but just before coming around the corner I thought… “Oh well, he’s drunk, it’s his birthday. At least he wanted to have the bills paid. Let me go quickly to the casino and buy some coronas there to share with him and the boys from the reception.” So I bought those, arrive at the hostel and he was gone. The guy from reception said that he had walked off back to wherever because he thought I was mad at him. Anyway, pretty pissed off over the fact that he had disappeared on me I gave 2 of the beers to the reception guy and finished my own, saying “Well if he comes home, tell him I gave you his beer because he walked out on me.” When he got home he must have gotten that message, and came up the stairs with lots of noise and accusations I did not even listened to. I was up from my bed straight away, met him at the door, pushed him onto the balcony and told him, “You have no right to talk to me like that. I’m not gonna allow you to turn it into my fault when you were the one that walked out and made me feel stupid for buying some beers for you.”
First he looked shocked, then he started to jump like a toddler. “It is my birthday!!!!”
Next, I said, “It is your own fault that you spoiled your birthday at the end.” I did say “asshole” though.
Then I went back into our room and closed the door, and locked it. I was tired, I wanted to go to sleep instead of fight.
He lost it then, shouting I had no right to lock him out. He slammed his fists against the windows and forced it open (they opened towards the inside and had but a small lock on the inside against such force). Then he jumped into the room, shouting some more of the same stuff, and how I could not lock him out, and not on his birthday.
I lay on the bed as calm as I could be, pretty much ignoring him.
Next in his tirade, he said he was leaving me, and started to pack his stuff. When he had done that he opened the door with such violence that the knob was broken, and walked off again, saying that he had won 50$ in the casino and had planned to spend it on me, but was gonna spend it on himself now.
Next, I grabbed his bag and put it outside on the balcony, closed the windows and doors again, and went back to sleep.
That huge dispute was the talk of the town. People were mostly surprised about my own response, when I normally came across as a relaxed, easygoing woman. “She kicked him out!” was the gossip that day.
By the afternoon though he walked back home, and I was eager to welcome him back. (stupid me) And because he mentioned that he had used the 50$ to help a girl to move to another hostel that day, I later for the first time wondered whether he might have slept with her. But when I asked he said, “no.” I’m pretty sure now, that he must have.
But anyway… when I did shut him out or cut the phone and kept detached he would be livid and beyond himself.
So, yeah… if you go NC, you actually even “win”, because it’s the one thing they hate and can’t stand.
SKYLAR:
This was posted by you to me about a month ago…
“When he said he didn’t know if you could be “trusted” to have his best interests in mind, that meant that he didn’t know if he could continue to manipulate you to do what he wanted and put HIS needs over YOUR needs consistently and when it really mattered to him. That driving thing was just a test.
Your boundaries ”“ ah yes! He needed to know that you would NEVER HAVE BOUNDARIES WHEN IT COMES TO HIS NEEDS.
“We want and need different things from a partner.”
That means he wants different things from a partner, than what he is willing to give to a partner. In other words, what’s good for the goose is not what’s good for the gander.
The problem here is the word partner. He should have used the word relationshit. Or mommy, or servant. Partner implies equality and reciprocity. He never intended to be your partner, he only intended to be your parasite. UNTIL YOU DIE.
“I want to be loved too much and held too tight”
An infant in swaddling clothes. He just wants to be an infant. He doesn’t want to grow up and he knows it.”
*SOooo many parts of this post response make sense to me today…not to say Im ‘healed’ by a long shot…Ive come to realize I KNEW what he was trying to do the WHOLE time, and somewhere inside of me, I ‘rejected’ it, never really KNOWING why. I said soooo many of the things you posted about to him…the part about him wanting a ‘mommy’ and not a partner, the part about him not knowing if he could manipulate me anymore, the part about how I should NEVER have boundaries when it comes to HIS NEEDS.
All of this I see clearly today–and that post was based on interactions we had a YEAR AND A HALF AGO!!!!
I guess Im ‘remembering who I am’ at this time. So many of my friends who have ‘known’ me since gradeschool have ‘reminded’ me of the person I ‘was’…the person who would have NEVER stood for ONE OUNCE of ANY of this bullshit. I remember that person…now I am figuring out how that person got lost.
What happened though was this…he got in my head more than ANY person ever did. THATS where MY role takes place. The ‘conflict’ he and I had over and over and over again wasnt really because we DIDNT get along…or, for that matter, because I was DIFFICULT to get along with! It was because he tried his DAMNDEST to break me down, yet I CONTINUED to fight–and THAT”S who I am 🙂
THAT also was the ‘demise’ I believe of our ‘relationshiT’. He ‘couldnt’ win completely. He won many, many small battles, although he COULDNT win the war…why?
Because I am a fighter…and HE cant compete with ME…
Babe!!
Hi, your immune system is strong and fought off the toxic parasite. You had to win.