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Gary Cundiff is a marriage and family therapist based in San Diego, California
Through deception and mirroring, the sociopath exerts control
By Gary Cundiff, MFT
Gary Cundiff profile in the Lovefraud Professional Resources Guide
Having fallen victim to the very thing I had dedicated my life to protecting others from is my reason for writing. To warn others and feasibly aid some. The inevitable harm from interacting with a sociopath is definitive. For some, years have been spent recovering.
I am a mental health professional with years of experience and education, and yet I still was deceived. This encounter came close to ending my career, my life, my friendships and my marriage. However, God has been faithful in his grace, love and protection. The duration of the encounter was less than a year, from first attack to conclusion. Yet even very limited exposure to the pathological can cause serious damage. I hope to relate what I have learned regarding the sociopath’s and Satan’s schemes and to expose their mode of operation.
Why do some and not others fall prey to these predatory beings? My study of psychology led to a belief that sociopathy and other character disorders were developed primarily from childhood abuse and maltreatment. I do not intend to prove or disprove this theory. My intent is to describe my experience with evil, and how it functioned and found access to my life, the damage it did, and the effort it takes to repair.
Five phases
The sociopathic relationship involves five phases: Deception, dread, dependency, degradation, and discard. These steps might not encompass all the complex dynamics in the pathological encounter, but they serve as a basis for the victim.
The sociopath selects a target based on the victim’s best and most admirable qualities, with an explicit intent to exploit. Understanding that it was my best attributes that left me vulnerable helped enormously in the healing process.
If someone should judge you, you will know it. If someone tempts, criticizes or verbally attacks you, you will know it. But if someone deceives you, you will not know it, because the very nature of deception is to conceal. Many myths and stigmas are attached to being victimized, such as weakness, naïvete, mental dullness, or rebellion. These axioms are not, however, consistent with the census.
Targeting the best qualities
My personal experience in client/therapist relationships with hundreds of victims of the pathological encounters, over a course of 25 years, has shown me that the very qualities that made them vulnerable are the very qualities commonly held with the highest regard. The common characteristics of the victims I have known include: trust, compassion, forgiveness and generosity—the very attributes that Satan hates—making them natural targets for the sociopathic predator. People fall victim to the deceiver not because of weakness, but as a result of their strengths. Compassion is not a weakness; it is strength. The desire to love and to be loved is a natural human drive.
Whatever the precursors of victimization, the damage inflicted is the fault and responsibility of the one doing the deceiving and plundering.
Everyone becomes vulnerable at some moment in life, possibly as a result of sustained losses, or some crisis. There are many scenarios that may lead to vulnerability. Sociopaths do not discriminate regarding their prey: young, old, race, gender, rich or poor, with one possible exception—the hard-hearted, who are much less likely to show compassion or trust. There is no universal profile of a typical victim. There is only one distinction: the more sensitive and conscientious the victim is, the higher the probability of success. The abuser is always at fault; no one chooses to be harmed.
Exerting control
Sociopaths know if they can get you to accept a single lie, they then can exert some measure of control over you. No one lies better than the sociopaths. There was nothing about Satan’s approach that caused Eve to be suspicious or be seriously alarmed. His approach seemed innocuous, “Let’s have a conversation. I am spiritual too. I am like you.” Satan seldom comes as a dark angel. He doesn’t show up as a coiled snake. Temptation is never ugly, painful or bloody. He may very well come and say, “Let’s have a religious discussion, let’s talk theology. I know God too.”
Everything about the sociopath invites us in, says join me—the voice tone, smile, hypnotic stare—making them the most dangerous predator of all. All the posturing is done to create a false belief of interest and concern. The more pathological, the more rapid and intense the bonding.
Building the disguise
The disguise begins with studying you: your values, interests, beliefs, vision, goals, concerns, and any other information they can glean. From the trivial to the most significant, all is stored away for future use—testing and noting what pushes your buttons, what moves or excites you. Sociopaths are ardent students of human behavior, having spent much of their lives investigating the difference between themselves and the rest of the population.
Using each piece of information, they create the disguise—a mask carefully constructed to look like their prospective target. Flawlessly, they weave a canvas picture of their mark, a tapestry precisely reflecting the brightest, most honorable aspects of your personality, sewing in the most desirable and wanted details, literally stealing your persona, mirroring this image back, without the defects of character, flaws and shortcomings.
The pathological relationship is a one-dimensional interaction. You fall in love with yourself as presented by this reflecting object. The attraction is irresistible. People are attracted to those who are similar to themselves. By transforming themselves into a reflection of their prospective prey, the sociopath becomes the most alluring figure imaginable, and the propensity to trust that person becomes compelling, promising to meet whatever need or want may exist: friend, advisor, mentor, brother, mother, father. This personification is deception at its most radical level. It is interesting to remember that Eve was deceived before she ever sinned.
Empty shells
Sociopathy is one of the most extreme of the pathological disorders. They are empty shells, possessing nothing of value, no guiding principles, no shame, and no righteous principles. Therefore, this emulation of others for sustained periods of time is effortless: no conflict with their own beliefs or interests. They haven’t any, apart from their ruthless, selfish desire for domination.
This one-dimensional mirroring blurs and confuses the boundaries. You lose touch with where you end and where they should begin, creating an enmeshment that quickly suppresses any sign of personal autonomy. However, it is nothing more than an illusion. You experience a sense of oneness like none other. At the emotional center of this connection is intensity never felt before, making the appeal and apprehension addictive. My sociopath bragged of the capacity to leave people feeling extremely loved, describing her energy as a warm blanket of water flowing around them embracing and holding, while locating deep wounds and hurts for future reference, having a clear awareness of what she was doing.
Behind the mirage
The sociopath uses deliberate and premeditated deception. Since Satan himself appears as an angel of light, is it any less imaginable that his emissaries who serve him would be capable of resembling their master? Imitation is the purest form of flattery and the sociopath is an expert. The effects are intoxicating, like finding an oasis in a dry land—the nurturing and understanding you have longed for. You wish to believe, you succumb, and you give in. What could be more seductive than having all of your best attributes reflected back and praised?
But what exists behind this illusion is a savage, a brute beast, the incubus. They hide behind the mirage, assessing and evaluating your every weakness and strength. The sociopath who possesses the blackest heart may appear to be a person of eminent goodness, but one never bothered by shame, full of greed and deceit.
Jeremiah 6:15 refers to God’s punishment of such people. “They dress the wounds of people as though it were not serious. Peace, peace they say when there is no peace. Are they ashamed of their loathsome conduct? No, they have no shame at all: they do not even know how to blush. So they will fall among the fallen. They will be brought down when I punish them, says the Lord.” This passage is self-explanatory.
one step: Yeah, I want peace too. It’s always so peaceful until he shows up, whether in person or another form. Just another family member talking about him is stressful.
I feel the same way when I hear my dad talk now. I notice his lies and bull. I notice his manipulation. I notice his pity plays. Are you close to your mom, at least? I am! So I have her to help me through.
Yeah, this site is full of wisdom. Sounds like everyone here has been at this for years with no contact. We should have never let him back into our lives.
Wow, okay that arm comment was weird. Nice mental image to give to a sad person! Sicko! 😛
My dad wanted my email, but I didn’t give it to him or accept his. Maybe that’s something?
Oh that second line just means every time I last a little while with the no contact policy I ruin it all by falling for something of his and then I have to start back all over again.
You made me feel a little better and confident. Thanks, man! This place is like free therapy, in a way. I still don’t know what my next will be, though.
lesson learned: Oops, missed your comment! 😛
You were fine to me. I haven’t had my feelings hurt on here, not even once.
Aw, my brother did give me a gift. You’re right. His last words were to take care of me. It’s what he wanted. You made me cry with this comment. I’m wiping tears from my eyes as I type.
I know about Ox Drover. I bet she would be pretty sad to learn I messed up my no contact policy. 🙁
You’re story is just like mine! I was my dad’s favorite, until after my accident and the divorce at around age six. Then he forgot about me and left. Gone. I used to cry for him when he went to work and stay up late to see him when he got home around 12. 🙁
I was lucky my mom didn’t care so much, and I love her MUCH MORE THAN HIM now. She always treated me kindly. I can’t believe I looked up to him so much.
Thank you for that post. It really made me feel a lot better, even if I cried. It wasn’t a sad cry.
Near – well, you get the sticker, ’cause you made me laugh aloud today (with that sicko comment. snort!)
i am close to my mom, but she lives with him, and it’s hard to get out to see her. no wheels these days. she has Alzheimer’s AND is still deluded about what he really is. the last two times i saw her, i told her that i wouldn’t speak to him. made her cry, but i cannot pretend anymore, regardless of how painful it is, even if it hurts her. and THAT is huge for me.
she has always been his ‘supply’, and always pushed her kids to be his supply, also. my sib bowed out over 20 years ago, refuses to talk to him, or to her mom while he is alive. I was my mom’s supply for a long long time, and putting my needs before hers is a big deal.
and yah, not giving him your email IS something; good for you.
one step: Yeah! A sticker! *holds sticker in the air proudly* Ha ha, laughing does help.
I’m so glad you are close to her! ^_^ Too bad she lives with him. It must be rough. I’m sorry to hear about her Alzheimer’s! That’s way worse than my situation and she still believes him. At least my mom is aware now. I can’t imagine what you go through. I’d probably give in after seeing my mom cry. 🙁
Maybe I’ve been his supply. Actually, he surrounds him self with people that supply him. We always said he likes to be a big fish in a small, dirty pond. Even now he hangs out with kids my age and drinks with them and has “cook outs” every weekend. He wants me to come join them some time. He also wants me to go to a bar with him. I said no.
Yay, guarding my email was the right thing. I’m glad I got SOMETHING right. 😛
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Why thankie Chica! Coming from you, that is such a HUUUUGE compliment. I’m honored!
I still have a long way to go though. Ask sky **Sigh**
Near, I understand. It’s so GOOD that you have your Mom to love and support you. Even though you have a spathy daddy, even if you have ONE parent to support and love you and show you what it is to love and care and to discern spaths, well….my goodness!
I DO believe that’s the message your brother was delivering. It’s amazing the clarity that the dying can have. It’s something I learned to pay attention to when I worked in hospice. I really feel that they have a spiritual knowledge while nearing death that we don’t have. Some not all. But your brother did, so it was his love for you and your mother that was reaching out and delivering the message. What a beautiful parting gift for she and for you!
Hang onto those things when you have to deal with your dad.
AND GOOD FOR YOU FOR NOT EXCHANGING EMAILS. Spath Dad’s can sometimes be the WORST for manipulation! It’s horrible Near, and just so much different than with a romantic partner. You are being BLESSED without realizing it. All of this knowledge will give you the ability for discernment when you are ready to find a romantic love interest! This is SO great for you! I’m happy for you in that way, because it’s something I never had. I wish I knew what you are now learning. But……….eh……………
Anyway……..
Keep your chin up. Go completely NC if you can. know that with the passage of time and the love of your Mom that you can do this and you won’t even break a sweat here in the near future. I promise.
I understand how you felt about your Dad, that story about watching from the window when you were younger, but ya know what? You can have those memories and be okay with that, cherish them actually, because they were that little boy who loved his dad! Keep those treasures and someday when you have son’s and/or daughters of your own, pull them up out of your memory box and give all of that to your own children. Remember your brother and his promise to you in that he loved you enough to give you a “tell” about your future. Believe it. It was a promise of love.
And that you will have. I promise.
LL
Oh bloody hell Near, ‘big fish in a small pond’ is EXACTLY what i say about my dad. errgh.
these days his pond is getting waaay smaller. no one wants to hang out with him anymore. he uses people, and they are starting to get it. I have seen the younger ones (in my age range) leave him over the last five years. I don’t know if the other two old dudes who used to hang with him still do. I haven’t been around for awhile.
Your dad sounds skeevey. ‘cook outs’ and bars. charming.
I am glad your mom understands that she is better off without him. I am sure my mom wouldn’t recognize my dad for what he is, even if she had the ability to; she was groomed to be supply by her upbringing and temperament, and she will go down believing what she does. She was his moral compass, and the more her old self deteriorated the less she was able to continue to be that. If she knew that he never paid me back the money he stole from me, she would not have let him get away with it. she would have badgered him into paying. but this isn’t the case now.
Near, when we do things that set us back, they are often things that propel us forward. You may learn more from your experience of breaking your nc than you know. keep going, I am sure you’ll get a whole lot more ‘right.’
To Near, LL, One/Joy and any others who have spath parents: My heart goes out to you for being in a situation that you had no choice in at all. You guys are amazing simply for the fact that you have recognized the issue and are taking positive steps to deal with it. I’m so glad you’re on this blog to give and receive advice and support with others here.
LL and Near,
LL said: ‘I understand how you felt about your Dad, that story about watching from the window when you were younger, but ya know what? You can have those memories and be okay with that, cherish them actually, because they were that little boy who loved his dad!’
And this is about OUR capacity to love. it’s about the beauty in US. I think we are born with this. We love somewhat indiscriminately when we are children; and as we grow up we learn discriminating wisdom – we must love those who are capable of loving us.
I loved my father in spite of what he was. Because *I* was loving. But loving him now (love = verb) is not wise. Being in his life is not wise. I am not at a point where I want to love him from afar – i don’t forgive him yet. I am newly angry, and busy demonizing him to inoculate myself, to create new boundaries.
the big thing for me to get is; JUST BECAUSE I HAVE WITHDRAWN MY LOVE FROM MY FATHER, DOESN’T MEAN I AM NOT LOVING. Being loving was my safety. Not being loving is scarey to me. Oy.
some day i would like to see him as a sick pathetic old man, and nothing more. maybe when he stops doing shit that hurts me. so i suspect that would be, um, never.
Dear Near,
My biological sperm donor was a big time psychopath, and my egg donor is dysfunctional to the max, though probably not a psychopath, but I am NC with her as well as with my P son and essentially NC with my oldest biological son C. The only contact I have with him is very superficial and about the business of keeping his brother in prison. He lied to me one too many times.
When people are NOT HONEST, not responsible, and not kind, I do NOT need them in my life no matter if they gave birth to me or I gave birth to them.
Sure, it hurts when you love someone and they are an ass or a psychopath, but NC is the only way to keep them from reinjuring you. SO NC…..and there is no obligation to allow someone to continue to hurt you. No matter WHO they are.
‘and there is no obligation to allow someone to continue to hurt you.’ GOOD ONE!