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.
I don’t believe I have properly thanked those of you who have taken time to seriously consider my problems and write such thorough responses. They are all greatly appreciated.
I have not said anything about either of the issues to Jerkface.
Looking through our agreement I realized that it reads, “Any communication between the parties that is necessary shall be contained ina written journal…and the substance of the writings shall be limited to matters relating to Jr,…”
The papers were just certified March 29, but up until then we communicated through email regarding vacation times, exchanges etc. I want this to stop.
He (his GF) only wrote “small scrape on thumb” in the journal for April 8-11.
Today I received an e mail regarding Jr.’s potty training, which I believe is bait.
I responded in the journal that he needs to bring it up to the Pediatrician at the next appt.
But should I tell him to write such things in the journal?
Thanks again.
Have a good night.
FAD
H2H,
Thank you. I hope so. I really do…
LL
Yeah, of course I set myself up by sleeping with this guy. That’s a no brainer. But I cannot go back and unsleep with him now. I spent a lot of time talking with friends today (in person and on the phone). They were all women my age or older, and it helped a lot. Part of this is mid-life crisis where I no longer feel attractive to a man, except some old geezer.
LL, there is nothing you can do but feel the sadness and be grateful that you can feel. It’s okay to feel sad. I feel sad often.
SK, I don’t think it’s bad to want sexual attraction in a relationship. But I think you need to give yourself time to heal. You never know who will come along in the future.
Star Old geezer’s like sex too. There is an old geezer that lives in my bathroom, I see him every morning when I shave and brush my teeth, I ask him ‘what in the hell happened to you old geezer?’ he laughs and say’s ‘ Life is what happened to me, just wait till you get to be my age~!..
Kim and One joy,
This guy is neither a spath nor a borderline/narcissist. It’s difficult to understand his behaviors, but I really think we are opposite personality types. He did have a serious relationship once that lasted 10 years, and they are still good friends. I think he’s just one of these that needs a very exciting and athletic and probably a younger woman to hold his interest. And I’m sure I am just not that woman. He liked me for a while and wanted to sleep with me. So what? I just need to move on. Years ago I went through something similar. I slept with the maintenance guy at my first condo complex. He was gorgeous and much younger and we didn’t have much in common. But of course, I slept with him the first night. When he discarded me, and I saw him flirting with other girls around the complex, it hurt me very badly. But he is not a personality disordered person either. In fact, shortly after that debacle, he met his future wife, settled down, and had kids. I just wasn’t the right person for him. We were very different. He just wanted to sleep with me. At least he took me out to dinner first. Nowadays, guys don’t even know how to do that any more. I’m not going to sit here and find fault with the neighbor because I am hurting, because this really isn’t about him – it’s about me. It doesn’t matter what kind of jerk he is. He is one that rejected me, and it just hurts. I have deliberately stayed off the dating site so I don’t have to see him on there.
Kim, to answer your question, for the month or so when he was calling me a lot and wanting to go to a movie or to lunch, no I did not pull away. I was actually glad that he liked me. I did play it cool, though. I didn’t always call him back right away. It wasn’t lack of interest; it was just that he is the kind of guy who really likes a challenge, and I didn’t want to make it too easy for him. I know deep down we would never be a good couple. We have little in common except for music.
I know how to be intimate with someone and my desire for it is greater than my fear of it. I took major risks with the guy in Costa Rica. We became very close and intimate. So it’s not me doing the push/pull thing. Although there is definitely something about the neighbor that makes me want to protect myself and play games. It’s because of who he is, not because of me. I hate playing games.
Hens, the old geezers on this site like to have sex with the other gender. This is a problem for me. ha ha ha ha. Thanks for the laugh. I have a visual of you looking in your mirror.
Excuse me, but…..
Sex appalling to me at this point.
If there is one thing I’ve figured out since all of this happened with last spath, I can’t do it unless I feel love/attraction.
I’m 47, getting uglier and there is little hope.
I’m trying to accept my fate.
When I left exP, spath was right there. It was red hot and magnetic. I wanted him BAD……….
Now, I feel nothing. No sexual anything.
I abstain. And with the loss of this relationship and an STD that he “blessed” me with, I don’t have faith in ever having sex again in my lifetime. I can’t do it just for the sake of it.
My midlife crisis is abstinence.
Ll
oh my…..47? your a baby…you will have sex again when your 50….
Hens….God bless you honey………
I’ve been bawling my eyes out on and off all day…..
I held it together enough to feed my boys.
I got my jammies on and I have my wiener snuggled up with me………….so we are going to sign off.
Hens……….I can’t. I have to accept that sex will never again be apart of my life.
I guess now, I’m a bit of a prude, as contradictory as it seems.
I can’t do it just do it.
I wish I had a “casual” approach, but I don’t. And I’m too old now to hope for more.
It is what it is.
Hugs the wieners for me 🙂
HUGS
LL
LL,
I don’t think sex can ever be a part of my life either. Seems to go hand in hand with pain and rejection. Shall we start a monastery together? Sex = pain.
So you know the silly mind trick I use to get my mind off the really bad things, right? I fantasize about Raymond (the guy from Costa Rica). It takes my mind off the neighbor. I don’t think there’s any harm in it. He’s not real any more. I decided that even though he’s not a spath (the neighbor), I have to treat him like he is one because of how he treated me. No more contact! I will not look him up on the dating site. I will not ever speak to him. I will not even make eye contact. He does not exist to me – just like the way he treated me, like I don’t exist. I will not waste one ounce of my time on him. Even though I may be lonely, aging, and sad, I don’t need to let that jerk enter my thoughts. I can be plenty miserable without being miserable over some asshole who never took the time to get to know me. Raymond doesn’t exist for me anymore either, but he is useful to me. I can think about him to get my mind off of anything else. Thanks for that, Raymond, wherever you are…. You know, life goes on. I will use Raymond’s memory to erase bad thoughts about the neighbor. Raymond will be none the wiser. I actually told a few of my co-workers today what happened and it helped me feel a little better.
Just as well I will never have sex again – I’m starting to go through menopause anyway. Good timing. I talked to a friend on the phone today who is battling with her form of midlife crisis. And then I went to visit another friend after work who lost her husband of 30 years last October. She is struggling to take care of her huge daylily gardens and 65 cats by herself. She is very sad and depressed most of the time since her husband died. So I felt like I was not alone in my sadness today. Sometimes life just sucks.