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.
Dear Ox Drover,
Thank you for the warm welcome and good thoughts. I’ve been severely wounded and it’s taken me too long to be ready to fight back but I’m in fighting mood now! I was in denial for too long as you see by my name. Two years of feeling crazy and that I was at fault but when I found out I was being cyber stalked that did it for me, no more taking it laying down. I don’t expect justice but I will tell my story and that will help me get it out of my system. Thinking about him makes me sick now.
(((hugs)))
Welcome outofdenial – ‘thinking about him makes me sick’ Yep, pass the bucket (puke)
There are good people here with sound advice. Stay and learn.
Oxy-I don’t know how you think you’re gettin flabby from not swingin that skillet cuz you sure have had to BOINK me quite a few times. LOL 🙂
Dear Nolarn, Darling you wouldn’t be getting boinked if I didn’t give a big rat’s arse about how you are doing. (((hugs)))) I hope your day has been better. I over did the brush pulling and hauling and I’m down in my back…wearing a corset-type back brace and moving very “gingerly” and trying to stay as mobile as I can, log roll in bed and all those good nursie things—99.99% of the time it will resolve itself with time and ice, but damn, I thought there for a while that when one of those grabbing pains would hit I was in LABOR…thank God not, no more child birth for me! I am such a weenie about that kind of pain!
Walked out to the barn and back and checked on the kitties and played with them a bit, then the duckies, then to the hangar and back to the house.
We got so much rain today I may not be able to get a truck and trailer in to the corral to haul the two heifers to the butcher Sunday. Supposed to rain more tomorrow too. Always seems to be “something” go wrong—but you know things like this don’t bother me, it is JUST LIFE….it is when things go wrong because someone DELIBERATELY farked up what was happening…so when “sheet happens” it is no big deal, easy to deal with it. Just take it a step at a time…but the deliberately caused pain and chaos, that’s much harder to deal with, but learning to deal with it is what our healing is all about. Not getting HUNG UP in the day to day stuff AND the deliberate stuff either. Just accept what we can’t fix, or wait for it to heal….you can do it girlfriend, I wouldn’t waste the effort boinking you if I didn’t hink you were A) worth it and B) couldn’t help yourself…I know you ARE worth it and you CAN help yourself. (((hugs)))
Oxy-I really hope your back starts feeling better soon. That hurts somethin awful. You better be careful about haulin anything on Sunday too so you don’t end up on bedrest.
I appreciate all the boinking you do with the skillet-especially when I start acting like too much the drama queen. Skylar said something the other day about me being a drama queen when we were talking about my spath next door and it was true. It made me feel so bad that I googled how to stop being a drama queen. From now on I picture myself in my cop uniform standing in front of me saying=”step away from the drama” and it actually started getting better. Ever since all this came up last weekend about what happened 18 years ago, it suddenly became so all about me that I haven’t been concerned about the spath next door and it’s easier to stay away from her.
Don’t ever stop boinking me when I need it. I really wish I had some of those little ducks too. I know their messy but their so darn cute. I guess ya’ll are gonna have more rain and then pass it down to us. That river is gettin really high by the house. I didn’t go down to the levee yesterday or today. I usually take my walk up there everyday, sometimes twice a day to lose weight. I just walk up and down the trail til my foot hurts. Yesterday I was too sad and had to stay in bed cuz I was feelin some kinda way all day and today I was doing job stuff. I gave my bad foot a rest though. This weekend I will go early in the morning before it gets too hot and then I can avoid spath too cuz she sleeps real late on weekends.
I am finally learning how to take care of myself for the first time. Most of us nurses get too caught up in taking care of others and ignore our own needs. I know you know how that is. Keep resting your back but try not to swing that skillet til it gets better. I’ll try and behave myself but I can’t take responsibility for anyone else-especially Henry.
Well, tonight my best friend came over… we talked about it, and he started to get fleshes from his first boyfriend, when he was 18. Then we started to watch Narnia, and felt sleepy. Instead of dozing off on the couches as we’ve done all winter, we decided to go go to the pub… and I laughed so much. That’s when I realized I haven’t laughed in a long long while anymore. I really just enjoyed the atmoshpere with the music, people around us, then making jokes, and having a beer. It was soooooo relaxing.
And I realize I couln’t have had so much fun as I had tonight, if I still had been in the relationshit. Certainly the past half year, I had no fun at all when going to a party of friends. But now I’m free from his shinanigans and the worry and the crap.
darwinsmom-good for you. That is a great feeling. I hope I can laugh soon too. I’m glad you had a good time.
Good girl, Darwin’s mom,!!! TOWANDA!!!! Laughter is wonderful.
NoLarn, I’ll be good to myself….promise! I used to work for an orthopod and 99.99% of this kind of painful strain will resolve itself in a little while with some rest, ice, etc. The worst part is the corset-back brace, but does keep me from twisting at the waist and making it zing again…I’ll be fine, just getting old and don’t know when to quit working, but my yard does look so good.
Rain RAIN RAIN!!!!! Today and will flood more water on down to the Ark river into the MS river. Ark’s southern delta farm lands are under water big time and millions and millions of crop dollars are lost in beans, rice, wheat and cotton mainly but also fish and minnows.
I’m not sure I will be able to get a trailer into my corral to haul the heifer to slaughter on Sunday….the mud is so deep. Hay crop is ready to cut but rain not supposed to stop until thursday so not sure what is going to happen. Well, at least we can go burn the brush pile we piled up tomorrow. Enough diesel will get it lit.
Nolarn, nurses are bad about not taking care of ourselves, you are right about that. Your idea about “step away from the drama” is a good way to look at it…when we allow the drama to keep on all it does is to take the focus off what we should be focusing on, fixing ourselves. ((((hugs))))) Stay strong!
N
Hi everyone:
Im dropping a line to say a few words. First, Id like to give myself a round of applause 🙂 for having NO CONTACT for THREE MONTHS tomorrow! He tried the first month after he left to have contact with me 5 times…all of which I ‘ignored.’ My ‘record’ of NC has been 5 months…I sorta feel like Im in a competition with myself to ‘see’ just how long I can go! AHHHH HA HA…sometimes I just gotta laugh at how ridiculously STUPID the whole thing is…
On a different note…I received two pieces of mail a couple weeks ago, addressed to him…at my address. Clearly he didnt do a change of address form. These pieces of mail ‘seemed’ like they *just might have been* from COLLECTION AGENCIES…uhhhhh, CAN YOU SAY UNPAID COMCAST BILL 🙂
So, I sat here tonight just contemplating some things that have happened with the spath. One thing I thought about in particular was whether or not he came home the night he left REALLY intending to leave. As Ive read articles and researched and spun my wheels, Ive noticed how common it was for him to ‘do things’ to either push my buttons or to TEST me to see if Ill jump…its been a theme.
As I look back on some of the bizarre things he did that night (like tell me he ‘thought’ about packing his stuff and leaving before I came home but he didnt think that would be ‘the right thing to do’, telling me he wasnt in love with me anymore and then asking me to take the dog out with him-like we were on a date or something-, not packing PIVOTAL items like razor, bike, clothes and the STUPID COFFEE POT, procrastinating when packing, saying to me ‘Im not gonna chase you’ when HE was breaking up with ME, and his stunned reaction to me requesting he give me MY keys back since he wasnt planning on living with me anymore), I cant help but to wonder if I REALLY DID call his bluff…
Its possible, isn’t it (devilish grin)… 🙂
Dear R-babe,
Yep it is “possible”—interesting!
Congratulations on your 3 months of NC!!!! That’s very good. I would send the mail back with “not at this address” written on it. That way they will at least know he is not there and they have zip chance of finding his sorry arse to get their money. LOL
Towanda!!!! for your NC, that’s wonderful…keep it up! You can do it and free yourself from his snare! (((hugs))) ps don’t stay gone so long next time, we miss you!