Saturday night, the Lovefraud reader “rriinnaa” posted the following under Heeding the Exploiter’s Earliest Warning:
I cant stop crying .. and I dont know what Im crying over ! Im crying over the happy-go-lucky joyful loving warm Rina.. the woman I once was .. THAT I POSSIBLY won’t be again ”¦. i want to be held and rocked until this pain goes away, but i have to work, i have to pay bills,i have to bring up my children ”¦ all the PROMISES HE MADE TO ME, “when you cry Rina, I will cry with you” ”¦.. “I would die for you Rina—¦. “such simple things make you happy Rina”.. “Rina, you are the light in my life—¦ “Rina, you are strong and I believe in you” .. AND AND AND AND AND AND AND .. oh my god AND I BELIEVED EVERYTHING HE EVER SAID TO ME”¦ I believed him .. he hated me because I was strong and he did everything in his power to crush that.. he didnt have that sense of fun, that wacky sense of humour, that friendliness that everyone fell in love with THAT WAS ME, THAT WAS THE GIRL HE MET”¦. and I have lost that girl i once was.. i want it back, i want to live and laugh and be happy .. he has turned me into his apprentice monster ”¦ oh my god !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TELL ME THERE IS KARMA.. TELL ME HE WILL HURT ONE DAY PLEASE TELL ME THAT HE FEELS .. yeah right ”¦”¦”¦I still can’t get it in my head THAT HE IS A SICK SOCIOPATH.. I STILL CANT BELIEVE I FELL IN LOVE WITH THAT THING ! IM GOING CRAZY .. i cant get my head around it .. i saw a psychologist.. it was the worst thing i could have done last week ..IS THERE A GROUP MEETING WHERE I CAN TALK TO REAL PEOPLE IN MELBOURNE ABOUT THIS MONSTER ????? can someone guide me to somewhere, someone that understands what I am going through ????????????????????
i am sorry”¦ i am ranting”¦. maybe i have finally gone over the edge ? nooooooo NO NO .. i never will. I will find the strength.. .again .. im up and down and my kids are suffering.. as much as I try to hide it ”¦”¦. they feel it, they see it and I HATE HIM FOR DOING THIS TO ME I HATE HIM ..
I remember feeling like this. In fact, when I read Rina’s message, I got that old tightening in my chest, that inability to breathe, that constantly-on-the-verge-of-tears feeling again.
I remember the rage, the hatred, the utter despair.
They’re normal reactions to the betrayal of a sociopath.
Why it’s so bad
We’ve all had romantic relationships end before. Why the end of a relationship with a sociopath so much worse?
First of all, the scale of the deception is beyond what most of us have ever experienced. These people don’t just lie about where they were last night. Their entire lives are lies—everything they ever did, every human relationship they ever had. In my case, as I started to unravel what was really going on, each day brought another fabrication, another betrayal. Recently, nine years after I left my sociopathic ex-husband, I discovered yet another lie. It never ends.
Then, the degree to which we were used is unbelievable. My ex-husband wanted a place to live, reliable sex and someone to finance his dreams of grandeur. All his love notes, his little gifts, and his forever promises, were designed to make me provide those things. It worked. Then, two and a half years later when I was used up, he moved on.
But perhaps the biggest reason why it’s so bad is because sociopaths steal our dreams and use them against us. In those heady early days of the relationship, as the sociopaths listen intently, we’re spilling our guts, telling them what we really want, what is really important to us, what we want out of life. We think they’re listening because they truly want everything that we want. In reality, they’re listening to discover the deepest places within us where they can set their hooks.
Sooner or later, it all collapses.
At that point, we lose our trust—trust in other people, trust in ourselves, trust if life itself. And as Karin Huffer writes in the Legal Abuse Syndrome, “the most profound loss is loss of trust.”
Dealing with the pain
We’re left with the emotional wreckage—along with very real problems like physical illness and injury, financial devastation, caring for children and legal issues. And all of it was caused by someone who supposedly loved us. What do we do?
The only way out of the pain is through it.
People often call and ask me how to cope. I suggest that you hold yourself together while dealing with the practical, financial and legal issues. Somehow, you have to keep your emotions in check so you can think and make decisions.
But after those concerns are handled, and you are alone, let it rip. Allow yourself to cry, yell and curse. Get physical—stomp your feet or twist towels. My personal favorite was envisioning my ex-husband’s face on a pillow, and punching the crap out of it. (For more information, read Releasing the pain inflicted by a sociopath.)
Why do we need to do this? Because emotions are physical. They are not intellectual concepts that will dissipate upon discussion. They are physical sensations, and must be dealt with physically. The tears, yelling and punching are the means by which the emotional pain is drained from the body.
What you’ll find is that there are layers and layers of pain—you’ll release some, and more will rise to the surface. So you do the exercise again. And again. And again.
Older, deeper pains
Then what you’ll find is that older pains—injuries not inflicted by the sociopath—will also rise to the surface. Perhaps they were injuries from your family of origin, or other relationships, or profound disappointments in your life.
When you find these pains, you have struck gold. These are the pains that made you vulnerable to the sociopath in the first place. They too, must be released. When they are no longer buried within you, you will be able to move into a new life of peace, contentment and happiness.
It’s hard to believe this when you are in the midst of the trauma. But it is true—you can pass through the pain and come out the other side. The process is not pretty. A therapist, if you can find one who gets it, may be able to guide you, but you alone must do the work. And it will take time.
Many of us on Lovefraud have talked about how we’ve become stronger, wiser individuals after our run-ins with the sociopaths. This is how it happens. We persevere through the pain, and then we are set free.
Ox, thanks for the good advice and the kick in the butt, my (big boy britches) fit really good today!!!!!!! I am better because of all of you. It’s going to be a GOOD SUMMER…………!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Odettes story really touched me.
Man…I wonder how many women my sociopath was with. Oh yuck, it is totally disgusting! They convince you that you are in a monogomous relationship. Not only convince, but demand it. And then we end up pregnant because we don’t think we need to use protection. They are so gross! This really gives me an opportunity to learn a lesson about that.
My ex sociopath uses his sister to talk to me. She contacts me for him. She is pregnant too, and after she asks how I am for her brother, we discuss pregnancy stuff. I know I am supposed to cut off contact with everyone he knows, because he will use them to get contact. But I don’t understand the problem with it as long as I don’t have contact with him. Anyone want to bite on that?
Thank you, OxD…..:) **HUG**
Dear Bird,
Yea, I’ll bite on that one!
As long as you talk to her, and as long as he uses her to get information about you and your baby, he is gathering AMMUNITION and he may not shoot it at you yet, but HE WILL. You also, by talking with her,, keep yourself “involved” with him emotionally whether you realize it or not.
There are in my mind “two” kinds of NO CONTACT. First is physical No contact, and that is where you do not talk directlyto or with them. second, is the “emotional” no contact–that is where you quit reading their my space page, quit talking to their friends or faimly, you CUT THEM OFF of your MIND.
I would (now this is not my decision it is yours, but this is what I would do) I would say, “Janie, I really care about you and I do enjoy talking to you, but I think it would be better for ME if you and I didn’t talk any more. It isn’t about YOU, but I feel I need to cut off all contact with all of Sam’s friends and family so I can move on with my life. I hope you will understand.”
I don’t say anything to anyone that might get it back to my mom or my P son. I don’t check up on them or what they are thinking or telling others about me any more. And, truly, I no longer care what they are doing or thinking.
Just MHO.
Odettes, welcome to the blog, and yep, there are lots of people here who can relate and understand and do “get it” about your Psychopath.
Also, Damaged, welcome as well. Sorry to “meet” under the circumstances but glad you came to Donna’s healing place, it does help so much to have people to discuss it with and good essays to read and learn.
@....... Everyone
Thank you for the warm welcome. At this point I’m literally ill, too ill to go to work these past three days. My immune system has taken a battering for years and my body finally couldn’t cope any more.
Last year I was diagnosed with major depression and I’m taking medication that is managing that. When I told my psychiatrist what happened she immediately said that he is a psychopath. She’s worked with them in the past and she immediately recognised the modus operandi and other symptoms. It helped that she believed in me and assured me that what had happened was not my fault.
I wrote about my experience on my blog – http://mothercitymusings.blogspot.com – I felt the need to get the words out. It was like lancing a festering wound. I still have a lot more to write.
I will definitely be a regular visitor to this site. I’m so glad I found others who understand what I’m going through.
Donna Andersen writes:
“But perhaps the biggest reason why it’s so bad is because sociopaths steal our dreams and use them against us. In those heady early days of the relationship, as the sociopaths listen intently, we’re spilling our guts, telling them what we really want, what is really important to us, what we want out of life. We think they’re listening because they truly want everything that we want. In reality, they’re listening to discover the deepest places within us where they can set their hooks.”
There’s a book called “Unholy Hungers: Encountering the Psychic Vampire” that talks at length about this particular dynamic though it isn’t presented in terms of narcissists or psychopaths. It’s written by Jungian psychologist, Barbara Hort, and the Jungian perspective is very interesting because it talks about the “Inner Beloved,” or how each of us has an ideal image of what the “True Love” should be, and this is generally a reflection of who and what we are ourselves and what kind of love we are willing/capable of giving under ideal conditions (i.e., with the “right” partner). The psychopath/narcissist taps into this image mainly through suggestion and it is ultimately our own mind that ends up projecting the image of our Inner Beloved onto the psychopath/narcissist rather than them having any real ability to enact any of the real aspects of the Inner Beloved.
So, in the end, when the truth begins to manifest, what actually happens is that we experience the death of our Inner Beloved which is far more cruel than experiencing the death of a real person with whom we have a relationship because this Inner Beloved is inside us, it is part of us – we experience the death of the most treasured part of us, an Ideal Dream of Love.
Who knows? The archetype of the Inner Beloved we carry inside ourselves may actually be an image of someone, somewhere, who really DOES exist, only we haven’t met that person. An important point to remember about the possibility of meeting the REAL representation of the Inner Beloved is that this dynamic can be evoked by physical attributes that have nothing whatsoever to do with a human being who actually does embody these traits.
What I mean is this: while our subconscious mind has an image of spiritual attributes, our conscious mind may have created visual likenesses that are supposed to represent these traits. These likenesses may be based on someone in our early lives we admired or loved, or an actor in a movie we saw at an impressionable age. We may have in mind that our “True Love Ideal” is tall and dark and handsome, when, in fact, the real person we might meet who has all the soul qualities of this ideal Love is short, blond and plain. How many of us may have rejected the one person who might have been capable of returning the kind of love we ourselves are capable of giving because they didn’t trigger the visual image programmed into us by our upbringing and/or society? Barbra de Angelis writes about this problem quite compellingly in her little book “Are You The One For Me?”
Anyway, Barbara Hort talks about the Vampire archetype and it is a darn good description of our interactions with narcissists and psychopaths. Using Vampire lore, we can learn how to recognize the various types of psychic vampires (psychopath/narcissist) at the very early stages. The following is a short paraphrase from Hort’s much longer discussion:
Myths tell us that the vampire is most likely to attack at night, while we drift in a dreamy unconsciousness. This implies that we yield to the vampire because we don’t fully realize what’s happening. Specifically, we are most susceptible to the psychic vampire when we are unconscious or dreamily yearning – states in which the vampire can successfully disguise itself as a lover or friend. This makes sense, because who of us would acquiesce to the vampire if we could see, in the bright daylight of consciousness, the cold void behind its eyes and the bloodless pallor of its heart? Obviously, the cloak of night is a necessary part of the vampire’s seduction and a metaphor for how narcissist and psychopaths operate.
Seduction is essential to the vampire’s success, for the myth also tells us that a vampire may enter its victim’s domain only if the victim can be persuaded to invite the vampire across the threshold of her door (or through the window). In other words, something in us must cooperate and invite the vampire into our lives.
Why do we open the door or the window?
First, as just noted, the vampire usually slips in during the “psychological night”, when we are sleepily unaware of its lethal purpose. Nighttime is not only the classic symbol of unconsciousness, but also the time when we are most subject to fearful despair, when we undergo our “dark nights of the soul.” The psychic vampire chooses these moments to approach us with its offer of exploitation as a substitute for love because it knows that its “protection” will seem to be our only means of surviving in the dark, loveless place. This is the guiding principle of every con artist – he pitches redemptive bliss in exchange for cash only when his targeted victims are weak with pain or desperation. The psychic vampire uses the same con artistry. And sure enough, we who are frightened and hurting leap straight into its jaws.
Even with such willing victims as we, the vampire proceeds gently – promising us immortality and eternal love, sighing over its solitude, and yearning for a true companion. We hear the vampire’s sweet words in the midst of our anguish, and we are reborn with hope. We offer warmth, companionship, and most of all, love, love, love to this beacon of rescue in our black despair. Love and more love for the vampire, who lures us ever closer with gestures of affection, words of respect, and other such baubles as desperate souls crave. Many of us spend a lifetime caught in this dance. We gush with love, and the psychic vampire tosses us bait for more loving. Like homeless dogs, we roll at the vampire’s feet, tails wagging, tongues lolling, necks bared in blind rapture at our great good fortune in the quest for love. The vampire stands over us, stroking our fur and lulling us with its caresses. Patiently, it waits for the moment when we will close our eyes in bliss, blinding ourselves to the sight of the fans, the scent of stale blood, the stab and the draining before the next lure. …
The second reason that we are likely to open the window to the vampire is that, even in the twilit world of unconsciousness, the vampire cloaks its bleak truth in a dazzling array of disguises, most of which are animals and the most famous of which is the bat. Of course, even the most virulent psychic vampire must appear to us in the physical shape of a human, not a bat. But there is a way in which even a psychic vampire can be a shape shifter. Its physical form may remain human, but its energy can flicker instantly from wolf to mist to cat to spider to bat and poof! to invisibility.
With all these energetic shapes, it is hard for even the most conscious victim to perceive the vampire that lurks behind the many masks. The vampire’s mask of invisibility is particularly intriguing since it suggests that we are, in some way, complicit in the vampire’s success. As the Dracula scholar Leonard Wolf observes, “we cannot see vampires because … we choose not to see those aspects of ourselves that are most like those of the vampire.” Thus, our reluctance to see our own potential vampiric qualities can blind us to the vampiric energies in others. Think, for example, of the stereotypic “trophy wife” who may (unconsciously) hope to parlay her husband’s wealth to her own benefit, only to find herself depleted and discarded when her beauty starts to fade. Our reluctance to see our own vampiric potential is understandable but dangerous, since it increases the likelihood that we will be victimized by a psychic vampire.
While collaborative invisibility serves the vampire’s ends, the most deceptive disguise in the vampire’s repertoire is undoubtedly its charismatic mixture of sexuality and power:
Although the vampire takes from his victim to feed his hunger, it is as if he is satisfying a hunger in his audience ”“ a hunger for sexuality and sensuality, a desire to live forever, a yearning to be both empowered and powerless and thus completely without any responsibility for one’s own actions (Dresser, 1989, 168)
In our moments of weakness, self-doubt, and desperation, which of us could resist the invitation of such a godly creature? And as if godliness were not alluring enough, we find that this superhuman entity is lonely: lonely for a special companion ”“ somebody just like us. We are wooed by the vampire’s enchanting disguise of loneliness that yearns for transcendent union.
The vampire’s mastery of disguise is related to the third reason that we allow it to enter our lives. All too frequently, we admit the psychic vampire out of simple courtesy and compassion. We assume the psychic vampire to be one of us ”“ a person with an empathic soul that resonates with other souls and wishes them well. So we answer the vampire’s little questions and indulge its little needs. We may experience a flicker of uneasy suspicion when its questions feel a bit too probing or its needs feel insatiable, but we are usually too busy politely accommodating the vampire to investigate our suspicious.
This part of the vampire’s tale reminds me of a woman I used to know, someone who always began our conversations with a detailed inquiry about my current state of affairs. At the beginning of our acquaintance, I thought her questions indicated a sincere interest in my life.. Eventually, however, her inquiries came to seem impersonal and mechanistic. It was as if she were conducting an in-depth interview with an important stranger. Moreover, my answers seemed to be like loot to her, a treasure to be used later for purposes that were unclear (to me, anyway) at the moment of questioning. The obscurity of the interview’s purpose was, in fact, why I continued to comply with the woman’s questions, even after I became uncomfortable with them ”“ I was too puzzled and polite to withhold the answers.
Finally, I realized that this woman’s careful interviews were always followed by a litany of her own woes and usually by a favor she was requesting of me. After responding to her many “concerned” questions about my well-being and needs, how could I refuse to listen and comply with hers? In truth, the whole duet was a double whammy. Not only did the woman receive my sympathy and favors, but she also received information (another tactic of exploitation, because the more you know about someone, the more power you have over them). I, on the other hand, received only the empty calories of my illusion that we were friends.
The fourth reason we invite the vampire to enter is that its earliest attacks typically occur in early childhood, when we are too physically and psychically dependent on the vampires to refuse their advances.
Another piece of common vampire lore states that “the draining of another’s energy is particularly likely to happen in a marriage, family, or other close emotional relationship ”“ traditionally the vampire’s favorite feeding ground” (Farson 1976, 37). In other words, the first vampire archetypes we meet are likely to be active in our parents’ psyches. Later in our lives, we will probably encounter these energies again in the people who most resemble our parents on the psychic level. (And this may be why the visual images and cues for the spiritual qualities of our Internal Beloved are so skewed). For most of us, these new bearers of the vampire archetype will be our friend, our colleagues, and our mates.
Before you fall back in revulsion and denial, remember that the psychic vampire is an archetype, which means that it is one of many forms of energy that are active in a given individual’s psyche. Persons who are vampiric will usually have many non-vampiric energetic fields as well. Consider the ancient notion of vampirism as a kind of infection. There are many ways in which an infection can invade the body. Some infections are localized in one part of the body, while others are systemic and affect the entire body equally. Some are severe and require drastic measures to combat them. Some require a form of treatment that will not permanently damage the body, while others require treatment so severe that the body will be destroyed by whatever it takes to kill the infection.
The abrupt speed with which a vampire archetype may be activated and deactivated can surprise us to the point of disbelief.
Of course, the person in whom the vampire archetype is active is unlikely to be aware since vampires cannot see themselves in a mirror. The psychic vampire may think nothing of her vampiric behavior, or may even label it as “love.” Indeed, one of the most frightening aspects of psychic vampirism is that it often travels, even in the mind of the vampire, under the name of love. A vampire’s “love” is usually based on a conditional approval that masks its ethic of exploitation. This kind of “love,” which is the only kind a psychic vampire can offer, masks a profound psychic greed which makes the vampire incapable of offering to our love-seeking heart anything more than a sucking hole of greediness disguised as the solicitude of love. “Ah! Here is a tasty morsel! And since it looks to me for love, it will be happy to be exploited if I promise it “love in return!”
“It” is the operative word in the last sentence, for when the vampire archetype is active, we are no longer human in that person’s eyes. ” What’s more, it may seem as if the vampiric person’s soul has also ceased to exist, in order for the vampire to be capable of exploiting the victim’s life force. It is as if the soul of the exploiter were dead.
The myth tells us that when the vampire is destroyed, if his victim has not yet died, vampiric infection can be reversed. This part of the myth suggests that when the illusion dies, the loving part of the victim’s psyche is reactivated, and is usually depicted as weeping over the gory aftermath of the vampire’s predation.
But, there has to be more than just weeping. There must be positive action. When our loving souls see the carnage that has been perpetrated on us ”“ on our Inner Beloved ”“ we may weep for escape from our excruciating pain and shame. But weeping and grieving must lead to gaining knowledge, otherwise our wish for escape will only open the door again to another vampire.
“The longing for oblivion ” must surely be the door through which the vampire is invited into the potential victim’s life; to take it, annihilate it, and transform it into something supernatural, into a strange sort of existence that runs parallel to human life, and yet is irredeemably separate from it, since it feeds on it as its main purpose. In a sense, therefore, the wish for eternal life endowed with superhuman power becomes the greatest sin of the ego. And vampirism then, the punishment of such sin. (Maschetti 1992, 58)
Alice Miller argues in her book “For Your Own Good,” that the quest to understand the roots of heinous acts is in no way an effort to excuse them. It is the only approach ”“ along with exposure – to the nightmare of an interaction with a psychopath that may result in the prevention of similar acts by others.
Great analogy Laura–and pretty well hits the nail on the head with the psychopaths. They are emotional (instead of blood) vampires sucking us dry, and we do “invite them in” (in most cases) But I intend to wear an emotional piece of garlic around my neck from now on in the form of boundaries, and carry the Cross in my own stronger spirituality and keep in reserve a gun with a silver bullet “just in case”—LOL Thanks for this thoughtful post.
Odette,
I read your story on your blog. My ex P also went to prison for fraud.
He had moved in with me for a short period of time. Within the first 2 weeks, I get a call from jail after I got home from work. He had stolen his daughters car and also stole some checks from his old girlfriend while she was on vacation, had his daughter write the checks out to him as a gift from his girlfriend so he could cash them, also taking 2-3 credit cards that she had in a file cabinet. I was shocked and angry.
Although he made it sound like it was all just a misunderstanding, I had went into his belongings, (I know I shouldn’t have) a box that was filled to the top with court papers, documents and statements and found out the real truth. When I confronted him, he said how sorry he was, that he was upset and hurt by his previous girlfriend, had fallen on hard times and had made restitution to her verbally and financially. I believed. And I stood by him. Stupid, stupid me.
Come to find out much later, that while he was with me, using me, he had been seeing and sleeping with quite a few other women. One of his ex-girlfriends, then his hairdresser, and another new young woman he had met and had been seeing for a full year, got her pregnant before I even caught on. I never checked up on him, I never wanted to be “that kind of woman” who needed to check up on her man. I should have, I was just too afraid of what I would find. Listening to my inner self telling me something was way wrong, would have saved me years of hurt and regret.
Dear James,
Thanks for the encouragement. It seems some of your family happenings parallel my experiences. And it does hurt! I relate to the violating of your space and I too heard the words “done with you”….My one sister told her son’s that if they ever become “loosers” she will be done with them too! And I know she has been challenged by her one son….not that he is a looser….just that he is a teenager without some clear boundaries….and doing the drinking thing he has gotten himself in trouble!
I do miss my family…but I think it would be impossible to have them in my life again because they lack serious boundaries for me! I have been crossed as a mother. I’ve had money and other things stolen, been left out to dry, I’ve been told off about my depression by my sister who is a nurse, she also spread rediculuous rumors about my health to the family…I could have had her’s and her Doctor friends licence in jeopardy with that one….but I just took her damage on the chin. Thank God I was seeing a few Doctors at the time! I have had my own brother-in-law doing contracting work on my house and ripping me off! I just took it… it is unbelieveable how people take advantage of your good nature and how it can all be turned on you in an instant! My own mother said that my sisters are jeolous people. They have been fighting with each other since they are children. The oldest sister thinks she is better than everyone else….her husband is the contractor! I am just so sick of it all….I’ve had it! I feel sorry for my nieces and nephews! My mother stays extremely quite about it all…and she is a one on one mother. I think that was part of the problem. When she disciplined she found one of us kids responsible and so many times it was me! When in fact it wasn’t me at all….I was just the angry one for being the target! Oh I could go on and on with so many “crazy” stories. My nurse sister was classic at starting fights between a couple of us and then going to get my mother to split it all up! I still hold so much resentment for that!
I guess I’m at a place where you are….I can’t be in the disfunction anymore! It’s like “will you all just grow up and be honorable people and be accountable for the things you do and say”…I can’t take it anymore! My brother Pat….shares my name as we were both named after my father (patrick and patricia). I’m the older sibling so it wasn’t my fault my parents had 3 girls and then 2 boys….and I was the closet to my dad than any of my siblings. But a few years ago my brother and I were doing the “forum” class….it’s great stuff…and he revealed to me that he always resented me for having our fathers name!
I immediately saw all the fighting and mean horribleness that he layed on me over all the years….in the class you are supposed to apologise for that behavior….and he didn’t! He left me holding this! I wish I never knew that….because now I see why he was mean to me…..I thought it was just being kids…but now he brought it to our adult life! My little brother just ignores me! I’d love to know what that is about..or maybe not! But I don’t feel anything bad about him!
So that, coupled with all the P’s pain….what do you do! I think the natural thing to do is “stay away”! It’s ashame isn’t it? There are behavioral issues there, boundaries overstepped….hurtful things done and said….treating each other like doormats….to wipe your dirty feet on…let me just unload here. People need to learn to treat each other like “gold”. Not like doormats!
I just will not be a doormat anymore!
So I will always miss my family but I will not miss the bad behavior!
I love coming here! I havent been here for two days and wow what conversations have gone on. Im going to read every single one. I have 6 radiotherapy sessions left, almost done.