Are sociopaths who cry “sensitive sociopaths,” or just extra clever sociopaths? What’s going on when sociopaths cry? Is their crying ever sincere, or always insincere? Is it ever deep, or always superficial? Always calculated, or sometimes spontaneous?
In short, what’s the deal with sociopaths and the crying game?
There are some sociopaths—more classical, Cleckley-like sociopaths—who can “cry on demand,” by which I mean cry, as if spontaneously, from a consciously manipulative agenda. Many of these sociopaths can summon displays of emotional vulnerability, like tearful anguish and contrition, with the skill of the gifted character actor.
In some cases, to extend the metaphor, some sociopaths—in the moment—may be so in character as to “virtually believe” in the authenticity of their presentations. These sociopaths may conjure tears, for instance, and then see the tears they’ve conjured as evidence, as ratification, of the sincerity of their response.
I use the term “virtually believe” to denote the sociopath’s capacity, in these cases, to almost delude himself into believing that he’s as sensitive and vulnerable as his presentation would suggest, when in fact—that is, when in reality—he’s, of course, shallow and fraudulent.
Conversely, there are also sociopaths who, producing seemingly spontaneous displays of vulnerable emotion, remain aware of the inauthenticity of their theatrics. That is, these sociopaths recognize that they are acting even as they may be successfully convincing others that they’re not.
What partly covers, or protects, sociopaths who engage the “crying game” is the inherent challenge of separating spontaneity and authenticity. That is, we tend to assume that what’s spontaneous is also authentic—indeed, that spontaneity itself virtually proves authenticity.
But this is a fallacy, which is to say that what’s spontaneous isn’t necessarily authentic. The sociopath’s ability, for instance, to conjure tears spontaneously—that is, at any given, self-serving moment —certainly doesn’t certify his emotional display as authentic.
But is this to say that sociopaths’ tears and crying are always, by definition, inauthentic? I wouldn’t say so, at least not definitively. But I would suggest that where, arguably, the sociopath’s tears are not a product of sheer manipulativeness and inauthenticity, the emotion(s) driving his tears will, by definition, be shallow and invariably selfish.
So, for instance, the sociopath choking up in the courtroom upon hearing the verdict “guilty” that will lock him away for life, may be conveying real emotion—he may really feel bad, upset; however, to the extent that he’s really suffering, we can know that he’s suffering not from what he took or stole from his victim(s), but from what he feels has been taken or stolen from him (for instance, his freedom).
He will suffer, in a word, as victim, not victimizer.
And should he appear to “grieve” his situation—versus protest it with his narcissistic rage—again let me stress: he will be grieving as victim, not victimizer. And his grief, like everything else about him, will be shallow, and dissipate quickly; and then he’ll reinhabit his usual state of emotional nullity.
But again, even in cases where his disarming loss of emotional composure—his tearfulness, for example—isn’t purely manipulative and play-acting, we can surmise that, often, this will reflect less the sociopath’s genuine, deeply felt emotion, like sadness, than a buildup of tension and stress associated with developments unfavorable to his interests (for instance, a jury’s return of “guilty”)—all of which may culminate in an emotional discharge of tension, which occasionally may take the disarming form of a passing squall of tears.
(Thanks to Lovefraud member Newlife, inspirer and friend, for prompting my initial consideration of this subject, which I intend to expand in a near-term post. As always, my use of male gender pronouns is for convenience’s sake, and not to suggest that females are incapable of the behaviors and attitudes discussed. This article is copyrighted © 2010 by Steve Becker, LCSW.)
My childhood friend Linda was sexually abused as a child by her father. She can fake tears.
She recently told me that she applied for Social Security. She had to see a doctor to prove her disability. She pretended to be crazy.
The doctor pumped Linda with memory questions cause Linda is pleading mental illness. Linda smartly pulled a pocket full of gum balls out of her pocket and said in a crazy voice she has party favors!
She told me that she asked to use the bathroom during the doctor’s appt. She purposely walked into a room that WAS NOT the Ladies’ room. She interrupted a meeting and burst into fake tears telling this room full of people the doctor is trying to kill her.
When leaving the facility and walking into the parking lot, Linda admitted to her sister she was faking the whole thing. Then Linda noticed a man was following them.
She noticed this man earlier. Linda didn’t give this man more thought until later that night. Then it occurred to her that he might be an investigator.
I believe that Linda didn’t have to fake mental illness. I just think she may end up enjoying the SSD benefits in a loony bin, instead of at home.
Mine could cry at will. Movies, death of a pet, a few choked back, manly tears. I believe he did feel something there, it involved him after all. I remember the coming home from work, he had the lights low, sentimental Celtic music on, and he just grabbed me and hugged me as he choked back tears. Of course I asked him what was wrong. He told me I was so independent that he was afraid that one day I would just realize I didn’t need him and walk away. Of course, I told him what he wanted to hear, and he made darn sure I didn’t keep my independence. But I’ve had guys cry on me before, and somehow when he did, it always made me a bit uneasy. I’m very empathic, and I think I sensed the emotion wasn’t really there. Then of naturally I told myself of course it was, don’t be silly, see how NICE this man is. The kicker for me was when his mother, who was a wonderful woman and adored him, died. I was hysterical, he never shed a tear. I found out later she had died the day before he told me, all the while planning to leave me now he would inherit, telling me we were going to go visit her that day when he knew she was dead. He sat there so calmly and cooly lying to me. Still gives me the creeps to think about it, even more than his trying to kill me. I had been so worried about how devastated he would be when his mother died. He never turned a hair. He was done with me, so he didn’t need to pretend I guess. I’m sure he carried on when the right people were watching. The only emotion he ever showed me from that point on was anger. At that point I didn’t know he was a sociopath, but once I read the list, that topped it for me. Not his trying to kill me, but his total non reaction to the death of a woman so wonderful a whole town mourned her.
I knew he was a good actor, one of the things we bonded on was our love of acting. Both of us put on award winning performances….off the stage. I do believe he can feel, but only for himself. He always cried at the one song, and he had that playing when he staged his scene with me. Sure he was afraid I’d leave him…I was his meal ticket!
Wow!!! You guys all have some great insight! Welcome to all of you “newbies” glad you landed here—sorry that you “fit in” and “qualify” for membership in our club! I wish there weren’t so many people “eligible” for membership! Stick around though, this is a great place to learn, and have support while you heal! God bless.
Four years ago May 13th I finally got the guts to break up with my S boyfriend (now husband) because he played so many head games, took me for granted, treated me like crap, and broke every promise he ever made.
It was the first time I felt like I could actually live without him and didn’t find myself laying with my head on the floor crying my eyes out. I had a great time that day. I felt free.
That night his 17 year old daughter was killed in a car accident. I was out and he came to my house looking for me(drunk) and caused a big scene. My son called me and told me what had happened, and of course I felt I had to run to him to support him. After all, what kind of person would I be if I didn’t.
That was the beginning of the end. He was bawling his eyes out (still drunk) and told me that he didn’t want to lose me. He lost his precious daughter and just couldn’t bear to lose me as well. He begged me to marry him.
He apologized for taking me for granted and treating me like crap and swore he’d spend the rest of his life doing whatever it took to make me happy, and make up for everything he had done to hurt me.
I believed him. He even talked me into getting a tattoo of his daughter’s name along with everyone else. I thought this was such a life changing event that it HAD to change him for the better. Well it didn’t. While I was out shopping for clothes for him to wear to the funeral, he was out screwing another woman.
I found out and he laid on the tears again saying he was so messed up over losing his daughter and didn’t know what he was doing. Then he blamed it on me saying I wasn’t there enough for him. I was with him 24 hours a day other than the one day he went to work and I was out shopping for him.
I forgave him and we got married a month and a half later on July 31st. He started cheating on me in less than a month and hasn’t quit. There’s been many women. He’s never admitted it, but rather began telling me I was insane, I was imagining things and I needed help.
I lost my mind for over 3 and a half years. I lost 20 pounds in less than 30 days, didn’t sleep… ever, started going through his clothing checking every detail, checked his cell phone records, and hired people to follow him.
I spent all my money doing this. It cost me everything I had, including my health and sanity. I became “Super Wife” doing everything I could possibly imagine to try and make him see what he has in me, but I only became a loser to him.
He mistook my love and kindness for weakness. Maybe it was (is), but he used it against me all the way. So now he’s to the point where he tells me he wants to punch my face in until it caves in and jabs me in the head calling me a moron.
He laughs when I cry because I’m hurting. It gives him power and he loves it. I’ve gotten better. I’m feeling stronger and now reaching out to a DV organization for help. Going to counseling next week too.
One of the worst parts about this is that I overheard him talking to his older daughter not too long ago about how his dead daughter didn’t even like me. He knew this and still talked me into getting a tattoo of her name on my body.
It was just another way he was able to control me and have a good laugh over it. “Look what I can make her do!”. And talk about meal ticket, he thought for sure I was his. That is until I lost (stupidly spent) all my money.
It makes me sick to think about all I’ve given up, all I’ve done, all I’ve lost (time, money, hope, self-esteem, peace, and joy), and what I’ve been reduced to over the past 4 years becauase of this pathetic piece of garbage.
I’m so grateful for this web site and to all of you who post your messages. It’s truly given me hope and I don’t feel so alone anymore. The EFT tapping has helped a great deal as well.
I pray for health and healing for all of us.
Bailey:
We do heal….it just takes time!
May 13 is a ‘milestone’ for me……and reading your post just reminded me.
I have been divorced for ONE YEAR now!!!! On May 13th, 2009…..I was granted a divorce after 19years and ONE day of marriage. (wedding anniversary was May 12).
A divorce was the anniversary present I gave my ex!
The timing was ironic…..or not. hmmmmm.
It was really classic to hear him tell someone he was married for 19 years and 1 day. (since he never remembered our anniv. when married)…..Now he’ll never forget!
HA!
We do give up……but we get back when we get out…..we can recover, we can be happy, we can move on……because THAT part is up to us!!!!
Welcome to LF, it is a wonderful place for support, education, validation and love.
Remain strong.
XXOO
EB
Hello to all of you. I have never contributed anything to this website, though I have often wanted to say something in gratitude for the support you have all been giving us, without even knowing it. Donna knows something of the torture my BF and I have suffered for nearly two years now, but nothing I have been through could ever compare with the hell my BF has endured his entire life.
‘The Crying Dutchman’ is a long-standing nickname we use for my BF’s monstrous father, and this latest blog finally compelled me to comment.
Almost two years ago, the monster invented a crime , and calmly accused his only son of a felony, and in September he was convicted, which hwe are appealing.
The Crying Dutchman never misses a chance to shed those tears, anywhere, anytime it will serve his warped mission to ruin his son. He cried for the sheriff, the police, in statements, in hearings, in defense counsel interviews, in trial, in his testimony, at the sentencing, to name only a few. He’s always ready to give a command performance, and incredibly he’s still hamming it up, and still getting away with it.
He has had the criminal justice system helping him every step of the way. They probably really feel they’re helping a poor little old man escape his violent, mentally ill son, who threatened to hurt him. They decided to help him get his son convicted of a felony, and they did it with only The Crying Dutchman’s word as evidence.
It is of course, the other way around, and it is my boyfriend who is the true victim. His entire life has been a never ending emotional, physical, and psychological nightmare.
Incredibly, no one in the criminal justice system was able to see the truth, and it is partly that which keeps us fighting on.
We haven’t given up trying to clear his name. It’s been terrible, but it would have been much worse without all of you.
Thank you all.
SpainJane:
Thank you for posting and your kind words. I encourage you to keep on reading and exploring the behaviors and how to approach the legal system with big guns.
It’s an uphill battle fighting the fight you both are, and my heart goes out to you……but you have NO CHOICE but to continue the battle to clear BF’s name and reverse the situation.
I’ve been told over and over……in regards to my own son and his spath father……”But it’s HIS son”…..when I explain the torture spath has put this kid through……and people have a hard time grasping these evil things he has done to his own flesh and blood.
But….when spath has told ‘tales’ (lies) of his son punching him etc….people are disgusted by sons ‘behaviors’, never giving it a doubt……For some reason, society doesn’t grasp the abuse the other way around….from a parent to child.
I could easily see my kids in your BF’s position one day…..and this terrifies me. I can only remain vigilant and counter control every and any move I am aware he makes in this direction.
Strength be with you…..patience and tenacity and perseverance is the key to ‘righting’ this wrong.
In the meantime…..know you have the support of LF!
Good luck!
XXOO
EB
Assistance please. Going to the police next week for an appointment to discuss the various ways they can proceed against the sociopath in my life.
I have never spoken to the police before and am a bit, well a lot nervous! This is going to sound crass, but what I really want to know is can I get them to believe me and pursue this matter? I have proof, it’s just not screamingly obvious and requires some effort to verify. They have used language such as ‘yes this is a crime’ ‘this must be pursued’ etc so I’m hopeful.
I would think they’d be experienced with sociopaths, but I’m still worried that if I approach this wrong I’ll lose a valuable opportunity.
Every time I speak about the matter I get passionate and dramatic. (telling me not to do that is pointless, it can’t be stopped 🙂
H-
If you have proof that a crime has been committed and you have been told to file a report, then go do it.
If you are nervous, say so.
Try to keep the drama to a low enough level that someone who is not personally involved can follow what you are describing.
They HAVE to take your report and that, at the very least is an important thing for you to have a copy of so make sure to get one.
If the crime is a felony, it is up to the State to take further action. If the matter is civil, it will be up to you.
If you are not sure which, consulting an attorney might be advisable.
Good luck.
Harold, one of the things that helped me relate to law enforcement was to get all of the high emotion out of my system beforehand. I would rant, rage, and cry so that my reactions and responses wouldn’t be so off-the-hook.
Another thing is that law enforcement (in MY experience) will allow a person to ramble, only interjecting or interrupting on occasion, without asking specific questions. When I went about the stalker, I wrote everything down in clear, concise, unemotional timelines. This happened on this day. This is what the ppath said on this day. This is what the ppath showed me on his computer. I told the trooper to ask specific questions because there was just too much information for me to relate all at one time.
Another suggestion is to take someone with you. You are providing information and not attempting to defend yourself. Sometimes, (as in my own experience) the person taking the interview can be a real jackass – having a witness who keeps their mouth shut during the interview could prevent this from happening. If you can’t take someone with you, make sure that you have 2 officers in attendance, a note pad and pen to take notes, yourself, and a written timeline, copies of evidence (to keep for your own files), etc.
Finally, do not – DO NOT – describe the person as “a sociopath.” Unless this person has been properly diagnosed by a qualified party, there are ramifications for declaring someone to be a sociopath. “FITS THE PROFILE” is 100% appropriate, but it can really backfire if we say, “That guy is a sociopath.” The first trooper that I gave my complaint to visibly scoffed when I said that the stalker was a sociopath and quickly (and, mercilessly) dismissed my complaint as coming from a hysterical woman.
Brightest blessings to you!