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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.
((((((((peace out all.))))))))))) it’s late and i have to work in the am.
we’ve all survived another FD on LF.
Hens, whereever you are: HAPPY FATHER’S DAY and I hope you had a good day with your son.
Erin Brock: I feel compelled to wish YOU a Happy Father’s Day, also. YOU exemplify a lot of the qualities that make a good dad, as well as a good mom. (hope that doesn’t sound like i am saying one sex has certain qualities and the other doesn’t, because that’s not what I mean.)
Thanks, One, I’m off to bed it was 100 degrees and HIGH humidity today, I spent most of the day inside with the AC and fans…poor son D was outside with a bunch of screaming boy scouts, it is still 90+ degrees and is after 11 p.m. so bless his heart! Glad he at least has a fan in his tent!
How SAD!
When I had my encounter with my spath daddy yesterday, it brought up all kinds of shiat that I’d dealt with. I started to go back in time with my two friends who are a constant in my life….my spath daddy mama was the WICKED WITCH of the east! Seriously, I’ve never seen a woman SO EVIL in my life and hellbent on drama than she was. If there wasn’t drama she’d create it. she killed, literally, my aunt from stress. My father and his brother still live, my father being as spathy or worse than she. My uncle not so much, but still the effects. My lineage, as I started to realize goes waaaaaaaaaaaay back. My mother’s egg donor was a spath too, completely. Perhaps my parents were drawn to one another out of familiarity.
My mother was narc for sure, not a full blown spath I don’t think.
My brother and sister are both spaths. As I laid out my childhood today to my friends on the proverbial silver platter I realized how truly bad it really was….how my gene pool is so sick………and how strong I am, that a true miracle occurred that I’m not SPATH or NARC ……..ok, PTSD, depression, anxiety………..but no PD’s.
How did that happen? Who the hell knows.
Near, your brother’s story is a miraculous one. I don’t know how old he was when he died, but even though he was dying he was able to SEE what his father was, what the dealio was……maybe, in reality, it really IS a miracle to come out of it without a PD, not unscathed, but with more wisdom…maybe there is a genuine plan.
Ox, perhaps now I’m relating more to your story. Not in the specifics because they aren’t all the same, but in the dynamics of spaths that seem to have an underlying similarity…..with all the evil it is, the intent to harm…the lies, deceptions……….
My familly is FULL of this. How do you tell a potential date that you have a family full of spaths? I’m still reasonably attractive, even with my issues from all of this shit, and I want to love someone and be loved, but perhaps at the same time, I appreciate more being single………
It seems exhausting to try to “explain” this to someone I would potentially date and I wouldn’t want to lie either……
Makes being single a lot more attractive to me! LOL!
I think for right now, I’m suppose to see the very simplest things in life. Not to look at the bigger picture. I become exhausted thinking about it.
right now, I see my handsome son across the room and we are having a peaceful evening. His smile and laughter as he plays his video games with his friends on X box and loves on the dogs……
It’s a beautiful evening here too. The window open, a gentle cool, breeze blowing, the sun going down over the trees….
Somehow…….I have a sneaking suspicion that this is something that spaths cannot enjoy. It’s like they have to have constant noise……..while we try to fight and work hard for this kind of peace.
I’m rambling. It’s been a hard day. I’m glad it’s over and that my wiener is now favoring my presence over my son 🙂
Hens, I hope you had a great day! I haven’t seen you post, but I’ve been thinking about you today on your day!
LL
LL
(((((((((((((((( ONE, OX )))))))))))))))))))))))
A peaceful rest to you both.
MY GOD OX, is son single??? LOL!
Nite ladies!
LL
BTW, Ox, did you get your new machine?
How’s it working out?
Your weather there would KILL me!
LL
LL:
So glad you didn’t turn out that way too. Do you have an idea of why you turned out okay when others in your family became spaths? Do you think it was genetics? Your personality? Just wondering…
lesson learned: I don’t think I’d be the same person without my mother’s influence. I’m thankful every single day for her.
I’ve never been too spiritual, but I always thought the dying had some clear thoughts. They really do have some clarity to show what the mean in their final moments. They also look so peaceful and calm while telling their thoughts. I wish I could reach that state while living! ^_^
I posted on the site that my dad was an online predator of sorts. He signs up for match sites and lies his way through. I bet his emails would be full of so many lies. No body language to help me either, just whatever he types. Scary. :/
I’m sure everything I know now will help me in college and work. I’ll know which people to consider possible friends and which to avoid. I’m sorry you didn’t know at an early age. 🙁
Was that “near future” pun intended! 😛 I don’t know if I can go completely NC! I need to distance myself emotionally I think, and slowly stop caring about anything involving him, no matter how small or large. I say this, but it’s hard. I always fall back. 🙁
I can’t even imagine kids now! Stop that! 😛 Wow, you actually want me to CHERISH my old memories of him?! I thought I would have to erase them completely and became numb toward them. This is a fresh approach and could actually help me! Thank you! I never considered it. ^_^
Oh, and I’ll always remember my brother and his words, no worries. ^_^
ONE STEP: Maybe we should throw them in the same pond and let them fight for the oh so wonderful “boss” position. 😛
Hmm, my dad has a fairly large pond, unlike yours. He always finds somebody. He lives on a street with hookers and drug dealers out front! He loves to be in the middle of it. Although, his age is getting to him and he sleeps more now after parties. Not to mention he can’t get women now, which is why he uses the online sites to help.
Hey, don’t you love “cook outs” as well? Yummy! Charming it is! He is such a loser. He must even look life a loser at almost 50 and hanging out with kids my age trying to be cool and hip. Yahoo! 😛
Aw, the more I hear about your mom the worse it seems. So she is pretty much doomed? That’s horrible. I’m SHOCKED she was able to be a moral compass, though! My mom couldn’t keep my dad in line then or now.
Yeah! Maybe I’ll end up getting more things right. What’s that saying about obstacles making us stronger than we were? I think it’s right. Maybe I can start phasing him out little by little. No phone, no going out, something. I need to think about this. I already took a step by not allowing online chats.
Hey, I guess you could say I took One Step! *gets slapped for horrible joke* Hehe, I’m feeling a lot better now.
MUSTACHIO: Thank you! I think everyone here is pretty amazing for the reasons you listed. Not to mention they reach out and help others like me. I really feel good now. I also share these thoughts with my mom and your posts. ^_^
Near:
Your dad sounds a lot like my ex. Well, duh, I guess! He’s gotten a bit older and less able to captivate new women like he used to. His loser friends have kinda fallen apart in various ways. So now he has turned his attention to our 13-year-old daughter. He has been manipulating her, and they’ve joined forces against me. Blurgh it feels awful!
I’m so glad you didn’t turn out spath. Is your mom is away from him and out of the situation?
LL, Your post has made me cry. I can’t imagine the pain that your experiences have brought you. I am so sorry that yesterday brought with it, what it had. I don’t know now, if it will be very appropriate to post, what I have inside of me, but I will take a chance based on you having stated what you have about those who have loving dads. Thank you…
I have been feeling a sensation, on and off, since my aftermath began, very similar to the feeling of being homesick for my family, for which I am very close to. I now live 3 hours drive from my parents, an hour and a half from one of my sisters, and 7 hours from other sister (although quick flight to her as we both live in cities with international airports, but that’s beside the point). We all met at my sister’s house today, for Father’s Day. It was so special. I have always enjoyed and appreciated being with my family, even when we all lived close to one another. It has always been a joyful occassion to be with them. Although I have spent time with my family on a few occassions since beginning of aftermath, today was differenet. I wished so intensely that I did not have to go back home. If I didn’t have so much work on my plate this week, I would have stayed, and then headed to my parent’s house, tomorrow. I feel so needy of them, right now, Like a child. I am not completely sure why. I have cried some, sinse I arrived home a short while ago. My Psychopath experience has caused me to appreciate my family, even more than I already had. I need them more than ever, as well as wish to spend all the the time I can with them, before life passes us alll by. I want to be nurtured my them, again, and be around the love and support they give to me. I think that I may be starting to feel alone, and today may have caused me to become aware of this. Is this part of grieving? I don’t know. All I know is that I miss being close to my family, and I wish very much to find a way that I can move my life nearer to them, as soon as possible.
Thank you for listening. My heart goes out to you, LL. I love you and care about you, deeply. I wish to share my father with you.
Love,
Eden
LL:
I am finally able to post. I was so sorry to hear that happened to you with your spath dad. How horribly frustrating that would be to break the NC by no fault of your own. I could just feel the frustration reading your post and know that I would have felt the exact same way. Not that it is important at this point, but I personally am still curious about something. Some other people have asked why you didn’t leave when you saw his van. My question is why did you even go in? How old is your daughter? Is she old enough that she could have gone in on her own and maybe you could have left temporarily and came back when you thought the coast was clear? I don’t know…I am just putting myself in that situation and if I truly did not want to see him, I would have done anything to get out of there. Please don’t take this the wrong way. I am just thinking aloud I guess.