When I think sociopath, I think this: as a pattern, he is willing, with awareness (hence, with intellect intact) to hurt people, or leave them feeling violated, in order to pursue hisĀ gratifications and interests which, for him, are always more important than the pain his pursuit of them inflicts on others.
Malice (as I’ve written about elsewhere) may or may not be a motive or factor. It’s true that for some sociopaths the gratifications they seek are predatory-based; for these sociopaths, the process of exploiting others becomes central in their violating behavior.
But this isn’t true for all sociopaths, many of whom are not driven, primarily, by a malicious or sadistic agenda.Ā
For many, if not all, sociopaths, the core motive driving their behavior is to satisfy a present impulse, desire, or felt need. But the problem with sociopathsāand surely one of their distinguishing, defining qualitiesāis the alarming indifference they bring to the collatoral damage they cause others, about which, at least intellectually, they have awareness.
This speaks, of course, to the sociopath’s deficient empathy and tendency to callousness. But again, the deficient empathy by itself isn’t so telling; more telling are the empathic deficits in connection with the pattern, and the sociopath’s intellectual comprehension, of his grossly violating behaviors.Ā
I stress that it is this confluence of the sociopath’s intellectual awareness of the damageĀ his pattern of violating behaviors causes others, coupled with his striking emotional indifference to his damage-causing behaviors, that seems to announce we are dealing with a peculiar personality called āsociopathic.ā
For the sociopath, interpersonal commitments can be maintained so long as they don’t interfere with the pursuit of his targeted present gratifications, or relief. But just as soon as the sociopath perceives a commitment or agreement to interfere with his present agenda, it becomes, for him, effectively null and void. The previous commitment and agreement are now utterly discardable and meaningless.
Whereas the nonsociopath would feel some shame, some uneasiness, to suddenly, unilaterally blow-off, and render nonbinding, a commitment he made to someone else, the sociopath feels relatively untroubled doing so. Why?
One reason is this: Whatever, in the sociopath’s mind, emerges as interfering with his present, immediate interest(s)ābe it previously accepted obligations, commitments, responsibilities, and, yes, relationshipsāthese become experienced, for the sociopath, as presently obstructive, and thereby antogonistic to his current agenda.
Therefore, he now feels the right, in effect, to protect himself against the assault of intrusions and unwelcome constraints to his agenda, whatever their source. He protects himself (and his interests) by, metaphorically, flipping his middle finger at these unwelcome disturbances to the pursuit of his immediate interests.
The sociopath feels entitled to do this! In his mind, things, or you, have gotten in his way. This makes him, in a sense, the victim, and you, or whatever now obstructs his agenda, his victimizer.
Yes, this is an extremely narcissistic position, and yes, the sociopath embodies narcissism in its most virulent form.
Let’s look at an arbitrary example: If you were to ask a sociopath, āHow could you have just, blatantly, without shame, left your āĖdate’ waiting at that restaurant, where you arranged to meet at 8 pm, and never showed up, and never even called to say you weren’t showing up,?ā here are some things he might say, versus what he might have really been thinking:
He might say, āYou are right. That was inexcusable. I should not have done that.ā (Reflecting his intellectual awareness of the social inappropriateness of his behavior.)
But he might be thinking, āI left her there because I had a chance to go out with that cashier I’d been scouting at the CVS for the last couple weeks; and I sure as hell wasn’t gonna let that opportunity pass. I wasn’t gonna let her (my date) stand in the way of my pursuing a better, more exciting opportunity.ā
Or, he might say, āYeah, I should have at least called. That would have been right.ā. (Reflecting his intact intellect)
But he might be thinking, āCalling her would have taken time out of my life at that moment, when I was concentrating on my present priority, which was to impress and seduce this cashier. I did not want to be hindered in my present agenda. I should never have to be hindered in my agenda, and anything, or anyone, that hinders me by introducing inconvenient expectations of me is obstructing me and antagonizing me. So if she was pissed off and hurt that I blew her off, too bad. She became a nuisance.ā
When the sociopath feels the need to rationalizeāand he is so narcissistic that he may not even feel the need to do soāthis is the kind of rationalizing he does. His present needs are always preeminent, and he feels little, if ever any, conflict about this. He is comfortable making, experiencing, his present needs as preeminent regardless of what this means to the needs, and expectations, of others around him.
In a split second he is willing, if necessary for his own, latest chance at gratification, to devalue and ignore his obligations to others.Ā And he does this from the sense that this is his most basic privilege; it makes absolute, comfortable sense to him.Ā Ā
(This article is copyrighted (c) 2010 by Steve Becker, LCSW. My use of male gender pronouns is for convenience’s sake and not to suggest that females aren’t capable of the behaviors and attitudes discussed.)
Ox Drover,
I too thought it was because Gail was lied to in her relationships, and this is what she said. You are right about that!
I no longer think so. Gail believes men and forgives men for anything while Gail looks hatefully at women.
There is something else going on with her.
I can tell you wear the pants on the ranch because of your one-liners. You are one tough cookie.
Jeannie
Dear readers, long time no see ya! š
BTW, sometimes I post as BrownEyes, I guess its my Alias lol
I have posted here on and off and I am very thankful for this site, it has changed my life, literally.
I have been doing some research on N and S’s and have been seriously questioning myself if Evil does exist, I started to believe or at least have my doubts about Evil People; as you all know here, there are human beings who are *not* humans, they lack conscience and therefore inflict so much misery.
So, I found this site about “Ponerology” (the scientific study of evil, by a psychiatrist named Andrew M. Lobaczewski) while doing some research and trying to understand the lack of conscience in people.
Although his theory is adjusted for political purposes (He studied Hitler and other machiavelic people), it explains to the last detail what evil is, how is *evil* defined and what characteristics does an *evil* person have; he insists on saying that evil people do exist- not from a religious approach, but as a personality disorder/Academic point of view, scientific approach, Etc.- and he dedicated his life to research in order to define and identify what exactly lack of conscious is (evil) and where does this characteristic comes, *evilness*.
This is the link:
http://www.cassiopaea.org/cass/political_ponerology_lobaczewski_2.htm
PS: Thank you Donna for writing the book, I have been following its course and thank you Ox for taking the time and effort to post here and help many posters, including me, I have learned a lot from your posts š
Dear Oxy, and all of you, I know exactly what you mean about that spath stare.My older spath D used to give me that look often, it always made me shake. She has very large, dark brown, slightly bulgy eyes,{her Dad has slightly “poppy” eyes too, tho his are blue}When she was cofronting me, or swearing at me, or deying me, Id get that glaring stare.
More recent “posey”, phoney pics of her on Facebook, she has a very red lipstick on.
If you cover the mouth in the pics, the glare is still there.
and a false smile that doesnt reach her eyes.No wrinkles round her eyes, as the smile is phoney!!I havent seen her since 8th Dec.,2008, she brought the kids over for an early Xmas.
When I looked at the photos I took, later, ALL of them are glaring at me, its sinister!Like they caught it off her!
And her mouth, without lipstick, is small and mean, and colourless.
Love, mamagemXX
Spath couln’t muster up a smile for my camera……
Only clients.
I think this is really important. Pollyannanomore posted a link to Charlie Rose’s series on the brain, the episode, ‘The Decision Making Brain’. http://www.charlierose.com/view/interview/11226 the talk about ppathy starts around the 23 minute mark.
Thanks for posting this Polly; it speaks to a paradigm that a lot of posters on lf struggle with: wanting to believe that ppathy is an āemotional disorder'(and therefore treatable given current knowledge and practices) and wanting to believe in the āhard wiring nature’ of ppathy (not treatable given current knowledge and practices). The discussion relates theses two ideas directly to one another (ppathy as emotional disorder which is rooted in brain function/ biology), and does not set them up as belonging to different paradigms.
Joshua Greene, Asst. Prof., Dept. of Psychology at Harvard posits that ppathy is a condition of emotional disorder, with that emotional ROOTED IN THE BIOLOGY OF THE BRAIN.
Joshua Greene is currently involved in a project with another researcher wherein they are taking a portable MRI around to prisons in NM, and mapping the brains of the people incarcerated, including spaths. He talked about how they had to write the questions being asked during the mapping (responding to questions, including moral questions, stimulates brain function, so that it can be recorded).
āBut we also know that psychopaths are much trickier than these patients with the ventromedial prefrontal damage. They work very hard to seem normal, to blend in. And so to catch them in the act we’re going to have to use a few subtle tricks. We may have to, as Bill suggested, look not only at what they do but how quickly they do it. And so that’s one of the things we’re looking at. And Kent is looking at their genes. There is a whole lot going on. But I think that the story may turn out that they’re a kind of more subtle version of the Phineas Gage type (physical brain damage to pre-frontal lobe, which affected his moral reasoning) but for different reasons.’
Dear Jeannie,
Well, I have always known I had to be the Alpha dog where animals were concerned, if you are not, then horses and cattle hurt you, and dogs bite you, but with my family I was treated like the “zeta wolf” and that was the odd part of it (in retrospect) how in one situation I was definitely Alpha, but in another one, TOTALLY at the BOTTOM of the pecking order.
Now, I am learning not to allow others to delegate where I am on the A-Z scale, to push me into a “lower status” and somehow make me believe I deserve it, or that it is the only choice.
I HAVE A CHOICE.
I don’t have to play with you.
If I don’t like your rules, I can go home.
It is called NO CONTACT.
NO CONTACT=NO INJURY=PEACE & JOY
Dear Ox,
I can so relate to the Zeta thing. In fact its been the subject of my observation of family relationships over the last year.
One reason the SPATH made sense is that he called them pretty clearly and I did get a dose of insight from his observations unclouded by emotional ties. It made him credible to speak what I knew and have lived with for a long, long time.
I wish there was hope that anyone could be recovered from the awful emptiness that being one must include. No matter how sophisticated, unless there is a cure for something which isn’t a disease, there is no hope.
And the survival strategy is, I won’t play. Period.
Today, it is an issue that arises with my younger brother who is giving me a lesson in manners ( or so he feels obliged to do) around the subject of mother’s illness.
Funny how it begins with the observation on his part that since I am “fixed” because the SPATH is gone that I am the girl he used to know. And that means he and the other males can begin again the unhealthy crap they did before which to me made a SPATH credible.
Learn to say no. Give up and let go.
No more messin’ with my peace and harmony. Its mine, mine, mine and not up for grabs….eh OX? š
Don’t give up! I believe in you all.
A person’s a person, no matter how small!
And you very small persons will not have to die
If you make yourselves heard! So come on, now, and TRY!”
From Horton hears a Who- Dr Seuss.
actually, the whole series might be very useful to use here at lf. i am listening to the one on fear right now āā i think it contextualizes the flight/ fight response, and how we move from one to the other well. we sometimes get caught up on why we (or others) don’t protect ourselves earlier when we realize we are in deep trouble with spaths and other abusive people.
Yes one, that is a very interesting topic and speaks out loud to why,often these things are allowed to go on an on before the “I won’t play” option is exercised.
How much easier is it to say no before wading in than to opt out after the situation has been on going? There are so many hooks and levers aren’t there? All the ways we get guilted into believing it is us, not they who are incorrect.
And so many with the family history that would never have taught us what was correct or healthy.
Fear. The kind that goes beyond thought to the marrow.
Its Halloween. Tonight we will watch it in movies and call it entertainment, but when it isn’t an act, it isn’t fun. Is it?
I have always been interested in the family dynamics of wolves and have read a great deal about them. A couple or three years ago I saw a documentary of a zeta wolf in a pack. She was the one that everyone was psychopathic too, even when there was plenty of food they would not allow her to eat, she would crawl and beg and whine and try to appease them and still they would let her go hungry when they were overfed, just because she had been somehow picked as the zeta. The outcast, the one to abuse.
Normally wolves have a fairly healthy family and pack dynamics, and they discipline their pups and if one will not obey the rules they will kill it because it puts the pack at risk, but the “zeta” wolf, the one who is abused, starved, beaten into submission and then tortured by every member of the pack…that was pathetic. I realized that in some ways I had been the zeta in my family and that I had to be taught my place and if I did not assume the ROLE I had been assigned is the family script then I would be the zeta, either become the next generation of toxic enabler or become the zeta—my choice.
Now, I realize I have ANOTHER CHOICE, I am not going to be the zeta, and I won’t be the enabler, I will just LEAVE THE PACK. I can hunt for myself, take responsibility for myself, and I may in the end starve anyway if I don’t successfully take care of myself, but it will not be groveling on my belly begging for crumbs from the psychopath’s table.
I would rather die on my feet than live on my knees where the psychopaths are concerned.
Silver, you talk about “fear,”…. the kind that goes beyond thought to the marrow….when you no longer fear to die, you are free to live. Those who continually and constantly fear death don’t have much of a life in my eyes. I don’t “want to” die, and I sure don’t want to suffer, but I don’t want to live in TERROR, either. I tried that and it isn’t an option for me any more.
That film about the zeta wolf sure went home to me, and I didn’t understand exactly why then, but I do now and I can remember clips of that video in my head still yet. The way she was humiliated and treated by the rest of the pack who seemed to get some malicious joy out of tormenting her…which was pack behavior I had never heard reported in wolves before, but had sure seen in school yard bullies and in gang-up on someone mentality but I have felt the way that zeta wolf might when my family, son C, the DIL, the TH-P, P-son and egg donor ganged up on me, and I groveled and whined and begged and all I got for my trouble was more abuse, lies, and THE LOOK of utter contempt from the egg donor and a look of glee from the TH-P.
I still in a way feel ashamed that I allowed them to debase me so much, not only in their eyes but in my own.
Why didn’t I stand up on my hind legs like a human being and say “I won’t allow you to treat me like this!? No one who loved me would treat me like this!” I’m not sure WHY I didn’t stand up and WALK OUT on them. But know now I will NOT allow such treatment again. I did learn that time. I may be the only wolf in my pack, but I will not be the Zeta wolf in any one else’s pack.