By Joyce Alexander, RNP (retired)
Most of you know I have spent a good portion of my life training animals of various kinds dogs for obedience and to work livestock, horses, donkeys and cattle (oxen).
When we train animals, we “condition” them to do X and they receive Y reward. Ivan Pavlov, a Russian physiologist, conditioned dogs to expect to be fed by ringing a bell every time they got fed. Eventually when a bell was rung, even though there was no food in sight, the animals expected to be fed, and their bodies reacted by making them “slobber” at the mouth, just as they would if food were present.
B.F. Skinner, and American psychologist, observed that animals who had intermittent rewards, rather than continual rewards, would continue a behavior longer than animals who got rewarded every time they did an act. For example, a rat that pushed a lever and got a grain of food every time, would quickly stop pushing it if the food didn’t com. But a rat that sometimes got a food pellet when he pushed the lever would continue to pound on the lever for a very long time, or even never stop pushing it, even though he did not get a food pellet.
In humans, this “intermittent” rewards works in a slot machine, or in gambling games, because every once in a while you get rewarded. Therefore, you keep hoping that next time will be THE TIME.
Psychopaths and intermittent rewards
You may ask what this training technique has to do with psychopaths. Well, just as Las Vegas was built on intermittent rewards for gamblers, relationships with psychopaths are built on the intermittent rewards they give us.
At the first part of the relationship, the psychopath “love bombs” us by giving us the good things we enjoy compliments, doing things for us, great sex. WOW! We think we have found nirvana. Just as a dog I am beginning to train gets a treat every time he “sits,” then only sometimes when he “sits,” the psychopath only gives us the “loving” some of the time. Also, just as I eventually no longer give the dog a food treat any time he “sits,” and the most he will get is a “good dog” verbal compliment, or a scolding if he doesn’t sit fast enough, the psychopath quits giving us treats and gives us “scoldings.”
We have been conditioned by the psychopath to be and do what they want, because we still desire that initial “love bombing,” and we dread the “scolding” they will give us if we don’t “jump” when they say “frog.” We keep on hoping against hope that we will be able to please them again. We do whatever we can to keep the scoldings to a minimum and get them to reward us with “love” again.
Running for bread
It doesn’t make any kind of difference if the animal we are training is a dog, a parrot, a donkey, an steer, a horse ”¦ the conditioning works the same. Intermittent rewards cause the desired behavior to continue. If we give continual rewards every time they perform the behavior, it wouldn’t take long for the behavior to be extinguished when we stopped rewarding it.
My mammoth jack donkeys, Fat Ass and Hairy Ass, haven’t had a piece of bread (their preferred treat) in a year or more. But any time I go to the hangar and open the freezer, they come running up to the fence on the never dying hope that I will get bread out of the freezer and give them a piece. They are totally “conditioned” to that treat, and they know that the opening and closing of the freezer is what always preceded them getting a slice of bread.
The psychopath we have had relationships with know what “rings our chimes,” what makes us happy and what makes us sad, or what makes us angry. It is like a panel of buttons on the front of our chest. They know just the exact words to say, or the thing to do, that will press our “buttons” and get the reaction they want from us.
No Contact is the answer
No Contact keeps those buttons covered. That is why it works.
Psychopaths know that in the past, if they pressed “button A,” you would do B. So they will keep on trying because IT ALWAYS WORKED IN THE PAST. They just know if they keep doing it, it will EVENTUALLY work again. So they will press it harder and faster and longer. Just like some old lady sitting at a slot machine, plugging in quarters, she just “knows” that the very next quarter will get her a reward. Just like my donkeys running up to the fence when I open the freezer, they still hope to get a slice of bread, a reward.
Expect when you go No Contact that the psychopath will up the ante and will work harder and longer to get a reaction. If it takes 30 times for them to eventually get a reaction, THEY LEARN THAT it takes 30 TIMES TO GET A REACTION. If next time it takes 40 times, they learn that they must work a bit harder to get a reaction, so they keep on and on and never stop.
So hang in there. Once you make up your mind to go NO CONTACT, then STAY no contact, because if you give them ANY reward of ANY kind, even a well deserved “cussing,” it is still a reward. It is ATTENTION, and even negative attention is attention. Not being noticed at all is the worst punishment they can have.
If you are required by law to have contact with them, like if you share children, do it only by e-mail, so that you have a record of it. Discuss ONLY the children. Do not respond to any nasty comments they make. Refuse to discuss the other person with your children, and Gray Rock them entirely. NO emotional responses at all. If possible, get someone else to pick up and drop off the kids, so you do not have to see him/her. Or do it in a public place, a police department parking lot if necessary.
We can stop them only by not responding. So when your ex is trying to push your buttons, just think about Joyce’s donkeys Fat Ass and Hairy Ass running up to the fence for a slice of bread. Visualize your psychopath with long ears, standing there trying to get a reaction from you, and then DON’T GIVE IT. Take control and refuse to allow the psychopath to make you respond to his/her button pushing!
God bless.
If I had a jack ass that was extremely arrogant, I’d name him Pompous ass, and he’d never get a crust of bread from me. 🙂
Kim, I’ve had so much fun with naming the asses. Before we named fat and Hairy I had a contest with my living history group to pick names. We ended up settling on Fat and Hairy…but some of the other suggestions were great too and I know a guy with one named Lard Ass…we have Wide Ass and Jack Ass who are mini donkeys both very young but fun to mess with and teach things to.
We took Jack to a school for a frontier day with 5th graders and he was the hit of the day but at the end of the day he had had ENOUGH of kids and was ready to go home.
When we take the minis we don’t take a big stock trailer but we have been teaching them to ride (tied) in the back of a truck and since they are so small and the small truck is low we were teaching them (with help) to jump up into the back of the truck, and when we were done for the day at the school, Jack went out and for the first time ever JUMPED INTO THE TRUCK, like “get me out of here I want to go home!” LOL
I’m making them some goggles to keep the wind out of their eyes and I put a white scarf tied to their necks like old time pilots. People really get a kick out of it when we are driving down the road and a friend from Louisiana told me recently he had a friend who had said “Hey, you won’t believe what I saw in Arkansas” and it was US!!!
Oxy, that’s hilarious. How about, Boody Red Baron ass?
But remember we certainly don’t want an Isadora Duncan ass. LOL
Kim, I used to take care of a woman in a nursing home when I was a student who had danced with Isadora Duncan…she was a real hoot and even though she couldn’t walk she could wave her legs in the air from her bed. She had taught dance for many years and had no family…nursing home was a pit and she was on the floor with all the drooling demented ones because she couldn’t walk and she was disgusted by it all (the place reaked!) and so she pretended too be STONE DEAF but she was not I found out…when she wanted to she heard just fine. LOL I took my dulcimer up to the NH once to play for the patients and though it is a very quiet instrument, she patted her foot to the music she “couldn’t hear” LOL
That’s so funny. ROTFLOL.
IT’s back to see my son. It must need something. I don’t know what to do. I know to gray rock. Well, in this case I’m sure that selective gray rock is what I should do. I just can’t get my thoughts clear enough, focused enough to plan. If he catches my concern for my son he will make it worse. If… well, it doesn’t matter what I do. It is going to be drama/trauma. It is never going to go away. He has had so many buttons to torture me with. I really don’t know what to do. I don’t want to go lethargic, that helps nothing but the psychopath. God help us all.
Truthspeak: Thank You very much for that observation and all your help in the past. I have been on an emotional rollercoaster with my family, (A brother who is an accomplice to SIL, Our mother who is an enabler, SIL who is a 10 plus on the spath scale 1-10, my niece is the only true normal one there!) sometimes I forget my strengths! I will try to remember that more often!
Joyce: Thanks for your compliment and all your help! I have the strength & courage because of many selfless/ devoted people like yourself and others on this site.
I know there are a lot of people facing tough challenges on this site. I believe in good prevailing over evil, my prayers are with you!
Caringaunt, recovery IS a roller coaster! Good days when I’m feeling a sense of progress. Bad days when I sink into despair and helplessness. Thankfully, the latter types of days are becoming fewer and further between.
I think (and, believe) that the perception of helplessness and powerlessness is a bone that can get stuck in ANYONE’S craw because we can clearly see damage being dealt to innocent children, and we are compelled to “Do Something” to prevent it from happening.
Accepting our own limitations isn’t pleasant. That’s it. And, this challenge sometimes becomes overwhelming for me. I don’t have to “like” the fact that I can’t change how other people behave, but I have to learn how to “accept” that fact if I’m to continue in recovery.
You’re doing GREAT, Caringaunt. You are. And, you aren’t obliged to buy into the family Dramathon. You can still “be there” without being knee-deep in the stinking bullshit, right? 😀
Brightest blessings to you!
Katy – HI
The holes we already dug are a pain. And the Holidays can be filled with them. We all think they should be times that brings out the best in everyone but it seems that there are many that love the drama.
Glad your better now. 🙂
Those that want too will get it. In their time.
“The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend.”
— Henri Bergson
Also goes for the ears. They will hear only what the mind is prepared to comprehend. Can be frustrating.
As far as the spath “getting it” doesn’t matter. Even if they did get it. They will still do what they do. It’s who they are. As sad as that is.
The technique at the link is for getting rid of those holes and those deepest core abuse that we relive.
We are not our thoughts
We are not our emotions
We are not our beliefs.
We are more then the sum total of these.
For we are the creator of our thoughts, our emotions and our beliefs.
Everything works not from outside in. But it all starts from the inside and moves out.
Just like there is only “Now.” There is no past and no future. The past is just our memory and our memory is flawed. The future hasn’t happened.
Our thoughts, emotions, beliefs are our map of how we think the world works. It’s what we use to interact with the outside world.
The map we have is not the territory.
There was a King that commissioned a map of the Kingdom. The King told them he wanted it very accurate. Where he could look at the map and know where everything was and to know length and size. The Scribes went to work. Many Kings came and went. Then one day the newly crown King was standing on the highest tower surveying his Kingdom and thinking about his new responsibilities. When he noticed a large building with many people coming and going. He called for one of his advisers and asked, “What are they doing at that building?” the Adviser looked and said it was the Royal Map Building. Which had been commissioned by his Great-great-great-great-great Grand Father. The young King said, “I’ve never seen this map. It could help me to understand my Kingdom better. So they sent for the head map maker.
When the head map maker arrived the King asked to see the map. The HMM look at the King and said, “We are not finished. But I can show you what we have.” The King looked at the Head Map Maker puzzled and asked why isn’t it finished, you’ve been working on it for over 100 years. The HMM said, ” they have been doing it the way King Albert commanded.” The young King said,”Well go get it and we can spread it on the table.” The HMM said, “the table will not be big enough.” The King replied, “Fine you can roll it out on the floor.” The HMM said,”Sire the room is not big enough.” The King question, “Not big enough? Then how about the Parade ground?” The HMM starting to be uncomfortable said, “That too Sire, is not big enough.” The King frustrated said, “Lets backup here. How big is this map?” The HMM started telling the King how through the years they where always having to make adjustments because of the changes in the rivers and trees being cut and.. The King said, “Stop right there. How big is this thing? What is the scale of this map?” The HMM says, “1 to 1.”
Whatever we put on this map of ours is what we will get out of it. If we believe we are “less then” we will act on it and make it true. If there are pits then we will fall in them. If one is NC then the spath is just a memory but the damage to the map must be repaired for us to be able to move on. The feelings we have, be they good or bad are on the map. When the outside world pairs up to our map we will re-feel these feelings. What we are feeling is the original feeling. Something created in our childhood or the while with the spath. When they are triggered we are reliving the feeling. So stripping the emotion from it stops this. Change the meaning of the event and we change it’s effect on us.
Well enough of my ramblings. This one took on a life of its own!
Enjoy the weekend everybody.
Driven by Beliefs
Pulled by Meaning
Reality IS Plastic
spoon
Good story Spoon! I love parables and fables that have a meaning. That’s one I will remember.