Most of the people who will be bad for us are not sociopaths, and so we want our radar to be sharp, not specifically for sociopaths, but for wrong, bad people of every stripe.
True, sociopaths will be terrible people with whom to enter relationships; in the end, though, they will represent a small fraction of a much greater majority of very wrong people for us.
As I suggested in a prior post, there are two keys to protecting ourselves from Mr. or Mrs. WRONG: The first is developing intelligent radar; the second is acting wisely on that radar.
After all, good radar, no less than good CIA intelligence, is useless if it’s ignored or devalued.
Now, are there cases of sociopaths (and the lot of devious personalities) so slick as to be undetectable until after they’ve wreaked their havoc? Of course there are; to suggest otherwise would insult anyone unlucky enough to have crossed paths with such destructive individuals.
Nevertheless, in most cases, the wrong person—sociopath or not—will and does leave clues much sooner than most of us want to admit (until much later).
WRONG, by the way, for whom? The answer, of course, is, YOU!
It is tempting and, at some point, I suggest, unfruitful to get stuck on the suspected psychopathology of a partner (present, or ex). Because when you get right down to it, there are only two diagnoses that really matter: Is this person, for me, RIGHT, and GOOD? Or WRONG, and BAD?
Only we can make this assessment, and it’s our responsibility, of course, to make it as soundly as possible. By soundly I mean being as honest with ourselves as possible, and keeping our best long-term interests uppermost in mind.
What, then, is the first—and, for that matter, second—telltale sign that someone is wrong, and really bad, for you, sociopath or not? (And speaking honestly, should we really need more than a sign or two?)
The answer is, ANY EXPRESSED BEHAVIOR or ATTITUDE that leaves you feeling disarmed or disoriented by its inappropriateness, selfishness and/or insensitivity.
Take great heed of such an experience, because almost always, it is a sign that more are sure to follow. In other words, preparing to bail at this point is a wise consideration.
Specifically, what behaviors and attitudes am I referring to? For starters, how about the first, surprising flash of rage, contempt, arrogance, selfishness, coldness, presumptuousness, dishonesty, indifference, ungratefulness, even denseness; shocking acts of abuse, verbal or physical; and startling failures of empathy, or compassion.
It is really less the behavior or attitude, per se, that screams ALARMING”¦prepare to BAIL!, than the experience of it as, “Where did that come from?”
I stress: It is our job, first, to register these signs; and then immediately to register them as alarmingly ominous.
The question is, Will you be willing to see what you’ve seen? Will you be willing to acknowledge the sobering portent of the display? Or instead, for any of a hundred conveniences, will you find ways to pretend you didn’t see it, and/or minimize the ramifications of what you’ve seen?
It is perfectly fine to ask, What, in a new relationship, should I be watchful for? What are the signs that my new interest may be someone different than advertised? I hope I’ve addressed these questions.
Then again, such questions tend, I think, to promote a view of the world as waiting to unleash upon us ruinous new bogeymen and predators, instead of encouraging us to examine what can be harder, but perhaps more honest, useful, retrospective questions, like, What did I miss? Why did I miss it? And if I registered it, why did I choose to ignore or minimize it?
Insight into, and resolution of, these latter questions can confer the best insurance against future exploitation.
In most (certainly not all) cases, it may be less important to be wary of the next nightmare disguised as Mr. or Mrs. SENSITIVE, than more careful of our always lurking capacity for defenses like denial, rationalization and minimization to blind us to what we don’t want to see, and do.
(This article is copyrighted (c) 2008 by Steve Becker, LCSW.)
Hey Guys – my ex S hated Christmas! And I think it was because of the gift-giving. With the operative word there being GIVING – which is repulsive to an S. He was such a cranky bastard last year, and made a slip about giving a gift he got me “to his mistress, instead.” Of course he back-peddled immediately, and tried to cover it up. I let it go, of course, because I wanted to have a nice Christmas. But I didn’t forget. All the things now I remember noticing at the moment, and thinking, “huh, that’s not right,” and then putting it in the file. I didn’t forget them, but I put them away in a file. Unfortunately I NEVER went back to something once I put it in the file! I didn’t mull it over, didn’t keep it in the forefront of my mind. Yes, SG, you always always always need to pay attention to those “huh, that’s not right,” moments. Imagine the heartache that could have saved us.
Interesting about your ex S, and Xmas, Henry. Mine too. I wonder if they all hate Xmas. You know, when I hear the Grinch song on the radio this year, I realized it really fits my ex S. Especially when the singer runs down a list of all the nasty things in the world that remind him of the Grinch.
I just realized how ridiculous that looks – thinking “huh, that’s not right” in response to his slip about his mistress.
Of COURSE that’s not right!!!!! IS THERE ANY QUESTION AS TO WHETHER OR NOT IT’S RIGHT TO REFER OPENLY TO YOUR MISTRESS????????
That’s a skillet to the head – Duh-BOINK moment.
Damn, I was deep in the trance
And now let me amend that again:
IS THERE ANY QUESTION AS TO WHETHER OR NOT IT’S RIGHT TO HAVE A MISTRESS????
HH it’s not funny – but damn did they screw with our mind’s and twist our reality’s – I was just telling Wini my knuckles that he broke two years ago hurt and swell in the cold – he has only been gone 9 months – now what person in their right mind would think they were in love with someone that physically abused them? We were not in our right mind’s – we were the screwed up mess they created – and we are not weak – we got rid of them – we won – they lost –
It’s amazing…these guys are so manipulative….gradually, over time, our sense of reality gets really warped. Your knuckles, my mistress tolerance – yet we both really loved these guys. Wow. I’m so glad we’re out – I like that We won, they lost.
“Healing Heart says:
This is an interesting dialog about whether or not its okay to value parts of the relationship with the S – to think of them fondly and remember them as positive.
I was sitting with my therapist (who I don’t think has been a victim of a S – she’s a great therapist, but I get the sense she doesn’t quite get it), and she was suggesting that I don’t see the relationship as “all bad” and that I appreciate those first 4 months that were so beautiful. I used to say there were 6 good months, but if I’m honest with myself, there were only 4. Anyway, I feel like it is dangerous for me to think of that time fondly. Maybe I could a year from now – but right now I feel like thinking of him, or the relationship, as anything positive is dangerous. I did love him – but I didn’t love “him,” I loved a fantasy of him. That man that I thought I loved, and was the love of my life, DIDN’T EXIST. There was only a shell of creature reflecting back to me exactly what I wanted. So what am I supposed to be seeing as positive? My love affair with a mirage? Because that’s all it was. I was a crazy, dying or thirst, person in the desert hallucinating that I was swimming in a beautiful pool of fresh spring water. Yes, MY love was real, but there was NO man in the relationship with me. There is nothing there to value – to me that would be like looking back fondly on a daydream as an important experience in your life. Yes, it was beautiful and fulfilling – BUT IT DIDN’T REALLY HAPPEN”
HH,
I agree with you entirely, and I’m still having a hard time with that part.
None of it was real…doesn’t make it any less painful.
I know, pb. Sometimes I wonder if it makes it more painful that is wasn’t real. There’s such a WTF quality to it. It’s like you were in heaven, in what felt like a state of blissful, perfect, love, and then very suddenly the rug is yanked out from underneath you, you totally lose your balance, get all kinds of bumps and bruises because you are so shocked that you are suddenly falling that you don’t brace yourself to land properly…….and then it’s so hard to get back up because not only are you in a state of shock, now you are also aching all over from cuts and bruises. It’s really hard. And HE was the one who yanked the carpet – and your left, in pain on the floor, with the mind-boggling question of “How on earth, could he have done that?”
Happy Holidays to all.
Justabouthealed: Sometimes when I read the blogs, I feel as if my “situation” was not that bad compared to others and then I begin to discount what really happened. Then I start to forget. For me forgetting what happened is not good, because then it could happen again. I somehow will find my self saying, it was nothing, besides your tough you can take it.
Then I read your post that sounds familar to mine. Reading someone else speaking my truth validates what I really did endure.
I think, or should I say (hindsight) I knew, the first day when he basically demanded my full compliance with what he wanted. Second day almost raped me, every second that passed and the more he got agressive I quietly asked myself, should I tell him to stop. I even after not being with him for almost 25 years was afraid. I told myself, this is my fault, I never should have came up to his room, I never should have let it get this far….maybe I should go all the way…not that I wanted to but because I was afraid. I like you talked myself out of my GUT reaction, to get the He!! out of there.
He had gotten clean &sober, he was VERY scucessful at his job. He knew I could die (brain tumors) I thought I might. I had recently lost my 25 year old son. What was I thinking.
He sent me plane tickets so he could thicken the web. Empty dresser drawers, locked cell phone, P.O box, safe, never called me by my name…..only honey or sweetheart. Second day there tied me up with this shoe lace like contraption that he got out of his drawer. He had to have put it together before hand. I was very young, nieve unexperienced when we were together before so I convinced myself that I trusted him (lol) and that “it was sexy” that “everone experiments”. Then when he put his hand around my throat, I still said nothing. Pictures of him and another women on a ATV on a trip, yet he swore he never went anywhere with anyone and he never rode an ATV before. I had already seen the pictures so I asked again…Are you sure you never went to Sedona, You NEVER rode an ATV before..he said no and I accepted his anwser….when I finally confronted him months later he said “I forgot”, “do you remember everthing you have done”? This all happended before he said YOU are going to go back home, pack your things come back here and marrie me. I was a good little girl and did exactly what he said…That’s when the nightmare begain.
I feel sick to my stomache when I think of how stupid I was.
I told myself it was fate…..
What was Fate is that I got out alive…
Radar…I could conviently tell my self that my radar was broken….the truth is it wasen’t the radar that was broken….IT WAS ME……..But not anymore.
Now I might bend…”BUT I WILL NOT BE BROKEN”.
PB – What you say is the truth of what happened. It take’s us a while to comprehend it though. I am sure some day I will look back and ask myself why did I let this bother me so much. I just sum it up as a painful life lesson we must learn from.
It’s weird, the tricks the mind plays on us. I remember the day my ex s. & I went up to visit his sister, & he told her we were getting married. She just looked at us, & said, “Are you sure you want to do that?” For years I thought she had meant that I wasn’t good enough for her brother. Come to find out she had meant she didn’t think he was good enough for me. After we got married, we visited his family less & less. I thought it was because of me, truth was, he knew the fantasy life he had created would eventually get destroyed if someone in his family said something that contradicted what he had told me. I guess he was the one who got screwed-his family wants nothing to do with him, after what he did to me. I am as close to his family now, after I divorced the s., as I am my own. I guess God does indeed work in mysterious ways. I hope we all have a lovely, peaceful s.-less Christmas.
We can all be happy, knowing this one should be stress free.
Merry Christmas, my friends.