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.
DW,
yeah, it’s a narcissistic dance where both partners have been living in the narcissist’s fantasy (read: lies) But the spell is broken and reality keeps seeping in. There’s no going back except to die.
Everything in these fantasy lives takes on a “larger-than-life” aspect. It’s like alice in wonderland. You get used to it.
The martyr complex is similar because you get to be the hero, saving the spath over and over again. And the spath loves it, loves knowing that you can’t resist saving him. OMG.
I probably should’t even post this, because it’s so stupid and embarrassing, but here goes:
I just had another flash back. It’s so bizarre, what happened to me when I was a kid. My brother the other UBER spath, used to manipulate me in the strangest way. He knew what I was even then. a savior/supply. But I didn’t know he was a spath.
It started when I was about 9 and he was 10. He would just use 2 fingers and pretend (like when you let your fingers do the walking) that his 2 fingers were a miniature man, walking along the ledge of a table or the couch. He would tell me a story – a pity ploy- about this poor innocent man, walking along and then he would SLIP AND FALL. His 2 fingers would enact the scene. And I had to CATCH him and SAVE him each time. If I didn’t, catch him in time, he would scream in agony. and I would frantically comfort his 2 fingers and then pretend to bandage the man. In fact, we even called him “bandage boy”. I got really caught up in these games and although I knew it wasn’t real, I FELT COMPELLED TO HELP this imaginary character..
My parents would yell at us to shut up but my brother could still make me comply, even though I knew we would get punished for all the drama and yelling.
sick sick sick puke. fixing me ain’t gonna be easy.
Hi Eden,
I’m glad to hear you are interested in someone new. And that your spathdar is on high alert.
My advice: you will know a tree by the fruit it bears. Find out what kind of life he has led up til now and how his relationships have panned out.
Wow that’s an amazing story, Skylar.
Hope all is well with you!
Hi Eden,
it’s a pathetic thing to admit that I’m such easy supply. But, I have to admit it before I can understand it. I wonder if he was training me, or if I was already supply by then and he was just enjoying the fruits of my parents’ labor.
No no, Skylar! Not interested. It is a friend who had been my guiding force, who contributed so much within my healing process. Not a love interest. And I have known him since I was 9 years old. How interesting is this? It doesn’t matter much. I have already gone NC. Just making sure that I have not been hasty. I am going with my gut. That initial gut feeling. And the similarities in some of the behaviors a the P. However this one I do not believe to be a P, necessarily. A narcissist yes, absolutely! and I will not tollerate such an individual. But can you tell me your thoughts about the fact that there is no pity ploy issue. I am interested in your view.
Many thanks!
E
Do not think of it as pathetic, Sky. It happened to you. You are so smart. It is obvious it played a part in the outcome of your ways. You are not responsible for that. You were only a child, and like you said, were being programmed… conditioned! Have compassion for yourself, and allow yourself to know that what was happening to you was indeed wrong. Whether he was intentionally conditioning you, or playing mind games or, wahtever. No matter what, he was causing the imaginary character to fall and get hurt, and for a compasionate child, that is a dificult thing to have to deal with, especially repeatedly!
Much love,
E
Eden,
If I might chime in on this one? 🙂
The pity ploy can take various forms. Some are more subtle than others, but if he is appealing to your GUILT response in “oh but I’ve done so much for you so now I get to control you” this IS a pity ploy. I think the only difference here is in the subtleties, but it’s there.
I would love to hear others opinions on this too. I knwo they love to play on someone’s potential GUILT, which IS a pity ploy…anything that appeals to your “feel sorry for me” side..the classic, “Hey I was there for you, now….”kind of stuff.
Then the poor me routine, pity ploy, when you don’t respond the way THEY want you too.
But you already know my opinion on this one Eden lol!
Would be interesting though to see what Sky or anyone else has to say about this. Seems i can pick up the pity ploy just about anywhere now. drilled into my box blonde locks now **sigh**
LL
2 cop,
SO EFFIN HAPPY FOR YOU!!!!
You sound GREAT!
Wishing you the best with potential new love interest!
LL
Wow, I just had the MOST interesting day! Loved having my grandchildren around and got targeted by another “christian” spath that didn’t take long to show his true colors.
Don’t need it. God is good.
I’m happy with the outcome. I learned something new: how to trust myself and my gut.
Goodnight!
LL
Sky,
((hug)) Very interesting memory.
I am sorry.
I recognize the screaming in agony piece. Wow.
My engagement ring would accidentally scrabe against fiancee’s hand (whom I’m now divorcing), and he’d do a dramatic twisting in pain agonizing scream and whine and look at me with hatred and disgust as if I cut off his limb. And repeatedly.
Instead of tossing the ring and telling him to ef himself, I actually felt bad and mortified each time.
Fucker.