Very interesting post. Comments seem to agree – or – disagree. Just in case anyone counts the responses, my spath DID have trouble smelling. Supposedely due to a deviated septum caused by a motorcycle accident.
And, just curious, did anyone else have an spath that claimed to be quite sensative (in an emotional sense). He used to tell me all the time how sensitive he was and I used to laugh. He insisted he was but I never believed he had a sensitive bone in his body.
Anyway, hope everyone is having a good day, mine is starting to get better. Found out on Sunday that a very good mutual friend passed away. Thought about letting the spath know but I live 400 miles away and he is in town so I’m sure he will get the news.
I thought I was handling this a lot better than I actually am. Have started waking up depressed. Can’t seem to get going. Have no interest in doing much except smoking. I’m going to chalk this up to just having a bad day and leave it at that. Whenever this happens I come here. I always find comments that give me hope.
rgc112063
12 years ago
Keep in mind their tendency to inflate to the positive any thing about them that is lacking. i bet if they think they gotta shower three times a day(really?), its because they are paranoid about their own odor and cant actually smell it.
no its not a reasonable litmus test.(imho) duh huh?
rgc
pk
12 years ago
Hi Stormy,
I often wake up depressed and sad and can’t get motivated. I also come here and find comfort and hope. 5 months NC and alot of healing to do. Have learned lots about them because I needed to know why.
In my quest for knowledge I read they can have traits of other syndromes and conditions. One of the many ASD traits is heightened sensory awareness. My spath most definitely couldn’t smell a thing and his senses were not what I would call sharp- maybe the sensitive ones were further along on the ASD continuum??
Ox Drover
12 years ago
Dear Raisedby a sociopath,
When we grow up in a “dysfunctional” home we tend to think that is what is “normal” behavior….and we learn to put up with dysfunctional and abusive behaivor in others, to accept it as “normal.”
I suggest that you read the “Trauma Bond” by Patrick Carnes, this will give you some idea of WHY we put up with abuse even when we are hurting, and then allow them to do it over again.
It is by educating ourselves to what THEY ARE and how they work, and then by educating ourselves about how WE ARE and what WE need to do to correct our vulnerabilities.
There are tons of great articles here about psychopaths (by whatever name you want to call them) that you can start on. READ AND READ some more…learn about them.
There are TONS of great books to be had (look at the Book Reviews here) and keep on reading and reading and reading some more.
Of course blogging here helps, but there is no need for me to try to rewrite what is already written. So take advantage of the great books and articles here and the books available off Amazon dot com for very low prices. Good luck and keep on reading. (((hugs))) and God bless.
Sunflower
12 years ago
I’ve been wondering about that the last days. What becomes of us children of psychopaths? Some becomes spath as well, other’s don’t. Those of us who don’t still inherited some traits or dealing mechanisms from the spath parent, but what are they? The importance of healing and processes shows it has two sides to it. Not only look at the “Survivor” side of it, but also our dark secrets that are well hidden away from our selves. Children learn from their parents. My mother is a great pity player and has always worked for her, and as a young child I did the same, I thought it was a way to make new friends. To the outside world I looked manipulative. At home I was never allowed to have any feelings – I would be punished if I showed anything at all- and as the years passed by, I grew cold and distant – not in contact with my emotions made me look like a person made of stone, but nobody ever saw the crying within the four walls of the bedroom. There was never any time to show emotions either as my mother kept me busy with her ongoing drama. I had to be the strong one so I could carry her until my body couldn’t take it anymore and shut down, but to the outside world I looked like nothing could ever affect me.
Now as I am grown, got my not so lovely experiences with several spath relationships, I can see, in an absurd way, how those individuals connected with me on that particularly plan. I can also see how normal people didn’t want to connect with me as well.
I have a very strange feeling that my last one tried to make me become very much alike him self, when he discovered I was not quite like him (first he somehow assumed that his world was normal to me,as if I could have been his accomplice and he had strategies on how he would train me, rough me up because I was so mentally “weak”), he got furious – and I was in shock of how he didn’t have the same view on love or caring for other people as I did. I tend to ADJUST to people, not to manipulate, it has been a mechanism for me to survive. “Oh are you angry? What can I do to help the anger go away? If I become what you want you will not punish me with your anger”. I will adjust my self to a person so I can escape the punishment, abandonment or whatever it is that’s bothering people and so on.
Spath on the other hand use the same strategy, but only to hook a person and get what they want by manipulation. They are driven out of ego, I was driven of fear. Point is, same strategy, but from a different angle, both side’s not healthy. To begin with, when I first started reading about the subject of psychopath, I misinterpreted this trait in me as mirroring, comparing it to the strategy of spaths and my self blaming really set in. To the outside world it looks the same.
These realizations was not one of the good ones at all.I truly believed I was the crazy one. It worried me sick and it really gave me a punch in the stomach – But having said that, I have never cheated, lied or done anything close to what Spaths do. It helped talking to my therapists about it, they’ve said they’d had not seen any traits in me, only the ptsd. It made me relax and calm down. Thank God. the blame has shifted there as well.
I understood this after listening to John Bradshaw, that I view my world with my inner child’s eyes. Now, as I am aware of it, I’ve stopped to “pity” my self infront of others, taking more responsebility for my state of emotions and thinking. I try to find out, who am I and keep my self to ME no matter what others say or think about me. If someone thinks I’m too directly, then fine, that’s how I AM and proud to! If someone like my neighbour or a friend has a bad day that’s got nothing to do with me, but takes it out on me, well, fine not my problem or anger to deal with. They can take responsibility for their own emotions and put it where it belongs, I am not their personal garbage can. My inner child would former immediately jump and think in such a situation: “Oh my god I’m bad aren’t I? What did I do wrong? It’s all my fault and I feel so bad. I feel bad so its my feeling, I will fix it somehow -before it feels even worse. If you are okay, I’m okay.” Now I know it isn’t, they aren’t my emotions at all to cope with.
I’ve learned from a very young age that my parents feelings and problems we’re mine, so for a long time I though that all emotions are mine who ever it belonged to. Now I see how I willingly took the blame and responsebility in my relationships with my boyfriends. For some time, I saw this pattern as psychopathic trait, since I couldn’t distinguish my self from others. I struggled for a year and a half worrying thinking about it, but now I see I was trained to be the can. Spaths just love giving away their shit to others and I guess my mother trained me well. Still the angels must have watched over me -something in me was intact, cause I knew from a very young age that this wasn’t right, my mother was ill.
I do not differ from what we all agree on, “When we grow up in a “dysfunctional” home we tend to think that is what is “normal” behavior”.and we learn to put up with dysfunctional and abusive behaivor in others, to accept it as “normal.” I’m just saying as a child I learned som destructive skills I am now letting go off.
kim frederick
12 years ago
It’s interesesting to study the spath; ie, his nose doesn’t work, but I propose that we should study our own sense of smell, or lack there of….can I smell a rat? Do I? If I do, what do I do? Do I lie to myself saying that nasty smell doesn’t exist because I didn’t really smell it? NO. I SMELLED A RAT.
Once again we are talking about trusting our instincts. If you get a whif that something aint right…then it aint right. Respect your sence of smell. If it smells like a rat, it’s a rat.
Ox Drover
12 years ago
Sunflower, that is why I say that we start out learning about them, but then we must learn about ourselves in order to heal. It is a growth process. Keep on learning, KNOWLEDGE=POWER so we must take back our power.
shane
12 years ago
Wow, Sunflower! Your post is so empowering and insightful. How great that you have so much awareness. It has me thinking, and I think I will pick up a copy of that book. So happy for you and your personal endeavors. It is no wonder that you are making so much progress, as you had explained in a comment you posted on a different thread. For what it is worth, I appreciate what you have shared, above. It is helpful in many ways.
Much Love~
Shane
shane
12 years ago
… if there is in fact a book? Otherwise, is this a CD that you have? I will look up author…
skylar
12 years ago
Hi Kim,
We all have different smellabilities. Mine, sucked. I didn’t smell a thing. But now it’s different. I smell a rat immediately.
Ex-uberspath really harped on his ability to smell mold. He made it seem like something to be so proud of. A lie? perhaps. They lie about everything and when they tell the truth, it’s only to mislead you about something else.
sunflower,
yes, our families do change how we see things. Because of my family, I lack fear. Fortunately, so far, there has been something else, that warns me about the impending doom of a spath planning my murder. It’s not fear. Not sure what it is. I just always know. And get out just in time. It always shocks them, that I slip out at the last minute. Their plans derailed. It’s interesting isn’t it?
Very interesting post. Comments seem to agree – or – disagree. Just in case anyone counts the responses, my spath DID have trouble smelling. Supposedely due to a deviated septum caused by a motorcycle accident.
And, just curious, did anyone else have an spath that claimed to be quite sensative (in an emotional sense). He used to tell me all the time how sensitive he was and I used to laugh. He insisted he was but I never believed he had a sensitive bone in his body.
Anyway, hope everyone is having a good day, mine is starting to get better. Found out on Sunday that a very good mutual friend passed away. Thought about letting the spath know but I live 400 miles away and he is in town so I’m sure he will get the news.
I thought I was handling this a lot better than I actually am. Have started waking up depressed. Can’t seem to get going. Have no interest in doing much except smoking. I’m going to chalk this up to just having a bad day and leave it at that. Whenever this happens I come here. I always find comments that give me hope.
Keep in mind their tendency to inflate to the positive any thing about them that is lacking. i bet if they think they gotta shower three times a day(really?), its because they are paranoid about their own odor and cant actually smell it.
no its not a reasonable litmus test.(imho) duh huh?
rgc
Hi Stormy,
I often wake up depressed and sad and can’t get motivated. I also come here and find comfort and hope. 5 months NC and alot of healing to do. Have learned lots about them because I needed to know why.
In my quest for knowledge I read they can have traits of other syndromes and conditions. One of the many ASD traits is heightened sensory awareness. My spath most definitely couldn’t smell a thing and his senses were not what I would call sharp- maybe the sensitive ones were further along on the ASD continuum??
Dear Raisedby a sociopath,
When we grow up in a “dysfunctional” home we tend to think that is what is “normal” behavior….and we learn to put up with dysfunctional and abusive behaivor in others, to accept it as “normal.”
I suggest that you read the “Trauma Bond” by Patrick Carnes, this will give you some idea of WHY we put up with abuse even when we are hurting, and then allow them to do it over again.
It is by educating ourselves to what THEY ARE and how they work, and then by educating ourselves about how WE ARE and what WE need to do to correct our vulnerabilities.
There are tons of great articles here about psychopaths (by whatever name you want to call them) that you can start on. READ AND READ some more…learn about them.
There are TONS of great books to be had (look at the Book Reviews here) and keep on reading and reading and reading some more.
Of course blogging here helps, but there is no need for me to try to rewrite what is already written. So take advantage of the great books and articles here and the books available off Amazon dot com for very low prices. Good luck and keep on reading. (((hugs))) and God bless.
I’ve been wondering about that the last days. What becomes of us children of psychopaths? Some becomes spath as well, other’s don’t. Those of us who don’t still inherited some traits or dealing mechanisms from the spath parent, but what are they? The importance of healing and processes shows it has two sides to it. Not only look at the “Survivor” side of it, but also our dark secrets that are well hidden away from our selves. Children learn from their parents. My mother is a great pity player and has always worked for her, and as a young child I did the same, I thought it was a way to make new friends. To the outside world I looked manipulative. At home I was never allowed to have any feelings – I would be punished if I showed anything at all- and as the years passed by, I grew cold and distant – not in contact with my emotions made me look like a person made of stone, but nobody ever saw the crying within the four walls of the bedroom. There was never any time to show emotions either as my mother kept me busy with her ongoing drama. I had to be the strong one so I could carry her until my body couldn’t take it anymore and shut down, but to the outside world I looked like nothing could ever affect me.
Now as I am grown, got my not so lovely experiences with several spath relationships, I can see, in an absurd way, how those individuals connected with me on that particularly plan. I can also see how normal people didn’t want to connect with me as well.
I have a very strange feeling that my last one tried to make me become very much alike him self, when he discovered I was not quite like him (first he somehow assumed that his world was normal to me,as if I could have been his accomplice and he had strategies on how he would train me, rough me up because I was so mentally “weak”), he got furious – and I was in shock of how he didn’t have the same view on love or caring for other people as I did. I tend to ADJUST to people, not to manipulate, it has been a mechanism for me to survive. “Oh are you angry? What can I do to help the anger go away? If I become what you want you will not punish me with your anger”. I will adjust my self to a person so I can escape the punishment, abandonment or whatever it is that’s bothering people and so on.
Spath on the other hand use the same strategy, but only to hook a person and get what they want by manipulation. They are driven out of ego, I was driven of fear. Point is, same strategy, but from a different angle, both side’s not healthy. To begin with, when I first started reading about the subject of psychopath, I misinterpreted this trait in me as mirroring, comparing it to the strategy of spaths and my self blaming really set in. To the outside world it looks the same.
These realizations was not one of the good ones at all.I truly believed I was the crazy one. It worried me sick and it really gave me a punch in the stomach – But having said that, I have never cheated, lied or done anything close to what Spaths do. It helped talking to my therapists about it, they’ve said they’d had not seen any traits in me, only the ptsd. It made me relax and calm down. Thank God. the blame has shifted there as well.
I understood this after listening to John Bradshaw, that I view my world with my inner child’s eyes. Now, as I am aware of it, I’ve stopped to “pity” my self infront of others, taking more responsebility for my state of emotions and thinking. I try to find out, who am I and keep my self to ME no matter what others say or think about me. If someone thinks I’m too directly, then fine, that’s how I AM and proud to! If someone like my neighbour or a friend has a bad day that’s got nothing to do with me, but takes it out on me, well, fine not my problem or anger to deal with. They can take responsibility for their own emotions and put it where it belongs, I am not their personal garbage can. My inner child would former immediately jump and think in such a situation: “Oh my god I’m bad aren’t I? What did I do wrong? It’s all my fault and I feel so bad. I feel bad so its my feeling, I will fix it somehow -before it feels even worse. If you are okay, I’m okay.” Now I know it isn’t, they aren’t my emotions at all to cope with.
I’ve learned from a very young age that my parents feelings and problems we’re mine, so for a long time I though that all emotions are mine who ever it belonged to. Now I see how I willingly took the blame and responsebility in my relationships with my boyfriends. For some time, I saw this pattern as psychopathic trait, since I couldn’t distinguish my self from others. I struggled for a year and a half worrying thinking about it, but now I see I was trained to be the can. Spaths just love giving away their shit to others and I guess my mother trained me well. Still the angels must have watched over me -something in me was intact, cause I knew from a very young age that this wasn’t right, my mother was ill.
I do not differ from what we all agree on, “When we grow up in a “dysfunctional” home we tend to think that is what is “normal” behavior”.and we learn to put up with dysfunctional and abusive behaivor in others, to accept it as “normal.” I’m just saying as a child I learned som destructive skills I am now letting go off.
It’s interesesting to study the spath; ie, his nose doesn’t work, but I propose that we should study our own sense of smell, or lack there of….can I smell a rat? Do I? If I do, what do I do? Do I lie to myself saying that nasty smell doesn’t exist because I didn’t really smell it? NO. I SMELLED A RAT.
Once again we are talking about trusting our instincts. If you get a whif that something aint right…then it aint right. Respect your sence of smell. If it smells like a rat, it’s a rat.
Sunflower, that is why I say that we start out learning about them, but then we must learn about ourselves in order to heal. It is a growth process. Keep on learning, KNOWLEDGE=POWER so we must take back our power.
Wow, Sunflower! Your post is so empowering and insightful. How great that you have so much awareness. It has me thinking, and I think I will pick up a copy of that book. So happy for you and your personal endeavors. It is no wonder that you are making so much progress, as you had explained in a comment you posted on a different thread. For what it is worth, I appreciate what you have shared, above. It is helpful in many ways.
Much Love~
Shane
… if there is in fact a book? Otherwise, is this a CD that you have? I will look up author…
Hi Kim,
We all have different smellabilities. Mine, sucked. I didn’t smell a thing. But now it’s different. I smell a rat immediately.
Ex-uberspath really harped on his ability to smell mold. He made it seem like something to be so proud of. A lie? perhaps. They lie about everything and when they tell the truth, it’s only to mislead you about something else.
sunflower,
yes, our families do change how we see things. Because of my family, I lack fear. Fortunately, so far, there has been something else, that warns me about the impending doom of a spath planning my murder. It’s not fear. Not sure what it is. I just always know. And get out just in time. It always shocks them, that I slip out at the last minute. Their plans derailed. It’s interesting isn’t it?