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 NW ~ Very well written letter. Great job!!
Thanks!! Certainly stirred things up a bit 🙂
i think writing letters to never send can be really helpful at a certain point. its a good way to get out the anger, yell all the things you want to yell at them that they’d never listen to anyway. put it on paper and put it away somewhere. or tear it up. which ever frees you more.
this really hit home for me:
superkid10 says:
Behind Blue Eyes
Honestly, it’s one of the strange things about my spath too. He didn’t look like me, but he did have a weird appearance. One photo of him does not look like another. I couldn’t even carry a vision of him in my head because it was off, and chameleon like.
i looked nothing like my spath, but he and his former wife could’ve been siblings, down to a mole. to him she was the most beautiful woman ever (because it was like looking in a mirror, i’d guess) i look NOTHING like either of them, he couldn’t grasp it. he once told me he knew i was “real” but he didn’t know how to relate to me because he didn’t “get” how i looked. what??
he kept a photo of himself on his fridge. he said it was the only picture ever taken that looked like him. he looked miserable and sad in it. he later put up a picture i took of him, where he looked engaged and was half smiling. i thought THAT looked like him. the 2 pictures look nothing a like.
and my memories of him are so blurrered like that too. he had no expression, yet he had so many faces. i’ve started jumping at everyone who looks the slightest bit like him because he’s fading away a little bit. it makes me a bit sad.
but its been almost 6 weeks that he’s left me alone. when im doing something, or with friends who care about me, its great. when i’m alone, his words sneak back in.
i guess thats just how it will go for a while. i will likely have to face him at an event that his ex wife was the original organizer of, long before i knew either of them. she is returning to town for it so i may have to face her too.
i don’t know how that will work but i dont want to give up something i enjoyed before him just because of him.
i can see why the ex wife moved away, its tough being in a small circle that includes someone like this.
New winter,
Loved your backspath! Sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do. I’ll bet you feel better now because you took some action.
New Winter,
LOVE the letter! I’d keep about 90% of it for my situation.
Well done.
superkid
Hi Newwinter,
excellent letter. thanks for taking the time to put all the facts in a sequential manner. this letter gave me so much strength and determination to kick the jerk out of my brain and accept that he is nothing but a pathetic, empty shell behind the mask of a charming gentleman. same story- same love bombing – same result – same destruction – only different victims.
petite
Dear Amazing LF friends….To begin..Ana..I am on the northshore. I Do know the vicoden is not the answer..but it is the only thing that gets me to function and have energy. I have tried paxil..serezone..and wellbutran..made me feel werd with bad reactions…recently tried pristique..which helped somewhat..but with the ongoing hell..evertime a new lawsuit or supeona poped up…I would go back to the helpless state. Because of the altered promissory note..he got several judgements against me and my business which is gone but I cant afford to go into bankcrupcy.So when I get a job…he supeonas my bosses to see if he can attach my wages..he stalks me…and I tried retraining order but thanks to the judgements aginst me..the court says hes allowed to contact me regarding the “bill”..I do have an attorney now..just out of lawscchool and cheap..but he is so green..but trying to reopen the cases against m since I never afforded to fight them..and when they are in a business name you need a lawyer.I tried sooo hard to get a lawyer through free legal services..but got a run around..and I quit. I have also called a battered womans hotline…but I need more than someone saying..aaawwww thats terrible..try to go on..I have tried to go on.After living in a hotel for almost a year with my children I finally got an apartement. The pig has supeona”d the landlord andher husband..and demanded a copy of the lease andhow Im paying for it. The judge allowed it..and since I listed 3 friends that were helping me pay for it..they also have been supeona”d. He has contacted welfare several times to say Im working and making 1600 per week to ruin my foodstamps. My boss was supeona”d..and not happy about it. I only work part time because I cant maintain a job fulltime..but I work under the table so he cant take anything. He had the sheriff reposses my car and sell it at auction based on the false promissory note 2 weeks before Christmas. Thanks to a church in Georgetown..I had a CXhristmas for my children! When I lived with him…he had me removed with a restraining order (because I wouldnt let him touch my business money) so he claimed he was battered and as I pulled in from my kids soccer practice..2 cop cars were there to remove us. I have since tried to retrieve my belongings..everything I had..including babypictures..clothes furniture..but he put a list of conditions on it like I needed a bonded and insured movig company…blah..blah..blah..3 pages of conditions.Since I didnt have a pot to piss in..I had to leave my stuff behind..I was a strong person…and I have no problem blocking him out of my life…but he is a pitbull that is evil smart..and is not letting that happen. The secretary of state has a couple of million dollars worth of promissory notes from other people…but they have done nothing in 6 months! So..with the states blessing..he gets hisw fir fed with more victims money so he can keep going after me. He is on a course of revenge because I and another victim exposed him..on tv…bvoston herald and the local papers…so now he lives to ruin me…The story is so much more intense than this and it is mind boggling hes not in prison or that nobody has knocked him off…I cant because I have 4 kids…I tried therapy also..given to me by th FBI…but it didnt help. They wire tappe me to get info from him but of course..he said nothing that they wanted..so they also dropped the ball.I have tried ..am still trying to fight..but sickened at the thought that at 50…I have to spend my precious life fighting not living. and its sad because I NEVER want to have a relationship again…not that that was one..but no way..could I ever give that a chance …no interest..I am not trying to die with vicoden…just trying to get up..even if its artifical..and get things done…I am sure I am depressed…but I am so sick of telling this long twisted multi fauceted story…I feel it would be another dad end. The Attorney General office doesnt feel that this is important enough and rejected a criminal complaint by me nd 5 other victims..Im in the wrong corrupt state..So..thats where Im at…..I will keep trying but its so discouraging after doors are slammed in your face constantly…to me and the other victims…God give us strength..I do continue to pray…thats my biggest hope..God XO thank you for your responses…it helps.I feel unless you”ve lived it…how can you really know…how sick a sociopath is..We”ve named ours satan…I have seen the devil in that stare…it is the devil himself…preying on the good
I watched a really good movie last night that high -lighted the power of the legal system. It was called, “Changing Lanes.” Anybody seen it?
It was about a corrupt legal firm run by psychopaths, and the damage they could do to someone they had it in for.
I recommend the movie to all.
bopeep,
Boy, the ex is one heck of a pitbull – you’re not kidding. You have your hands full. My spath is sneaky, doing things behind my back, also rather dumb (getting found out, creating more headaches for himself). I call him names in my head and sometimes out loud, realizing that it’s immature of me, but the man makes me so angry. You have been and are going through a TOUGH TIME. I would have a hard time being stable, keeping my cool. You are in my prayers – praying for you to have His strength and power to prevail. Have a good day.
new winter,
Yesterday, when I thought about how you backspath’d your ex, I would just laugh. It felt good to laugh.