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.)
I saw JESSE JAMES on the tv tonite, he is doing an interview..And he start’s crying and I am feeling so sorry for him, I want to call Sandra and tell her to give him another chance..what is it with me and men who cry?
Dear Henry, you are a push over my dear!!!! You have a heart! What kind of weirdo are you!!!!! LOL Maybe just a wonderful person who doesn’t like to see other suffers? What a novel concept! Maybe if I cried would you sign over the deed to your place to me? BOOOO HOOOOO I’m so sad and only having Henry give me everything I am too lazy and good for nothing to work for will make me feell better! GET A LIFE HENRY! Don’t make me get the skillet out again! LOL ROTFLMAO ((((hugs))))
ox if you were a guy it would be a done deal~!
Dear Henry, I know you love me though! Cause I’m your TWISTED SISTER! LOL Yea, I’m the same darned way, lay a good pity ploy on me and I am willing to give someone the last ounce of my blood! I’m learning though, and actually yesterday a friend of mine who is loosing her house, I wanted to “help her out”—as if I could have afforded to! LOL But I kept telling myself silently, “Oxy, that’s not your responsibility” and I kept saying it over and over and over inside my head until the impulse finally left my mind.
I’m also finally getting to where I don’t feel guilty for having enough to eat! Or a house without a mortgage. Or enough clothing to cover my fat arse (Me, not Fat Ass, he doesn’t need any clothes!)
I’m not sure those of us that are “givers” or “pushovers” will ever truly get over the desire to help others to the point where we don’t take care of ourselves, BUT I do think we can use our BRAINS to protect ourselves from that impulse to give and give and give until we are destitute—emotionally and financially! We just have to LEARN to put ourselves FIRST even if we have the impulse to do otherwise.
ox a strange thing happened a week ago when we were having tornados here, i was out mowing by the road, sirens were on but i wanted to finish mowing. this car pulls up beside my mower and this guy i dont know rolls down his window, i ask whats up? he says’ i just need to talk to a stranger, my two year old daughter died a few days ago, can i just come in and talk?, sometimes talkin to strangers is better than someone you know’ well the hair stood up on the back of my neck and got goosebumps and felt very uncomfortable…I lied and said my sons were on their way over to get im my storm shelter (i dont have a storm shelter) and just put my johne deere in high and came to the house,,after he drove off i went and locked gates – weird – but my gut said something aint right get out of here…just thot i would share that
H-
That is really weird. Sounds like very practical response.
Never knew tornadoes have that effect, used to think it was only full moons…
Note to self: put the weather channel on an RSS feed………
hens, I know the post wasn’t to me, but yes, that is really really strange!!!!! You followed your instincts and your reaction was perfect!
What about this hail storm that was in Oklahoma?
About 1 minute into the video it really starts pouring down…
http://news.yahoo.com/video/us-15749625/hail-storm-hits-oklahoma-19917666
shabby – last monday we had 37 tornadoes in the state, yesterday we had 16,,they came as cose as 3 miles from me and did major destruction. five people died.. we had hail drifts five feet deep – i didnt get any damage. but my electric was off for two days . it is like a war zone around here
Dear Henry,
They just arrested a guy in Little Rock who raped and killed a couple of women, he had done an attempted rape like that before but wasn’t prosecuted, but this time he walked up, knocked, all casuall like and then pushed his way in the house.
I usta not know where the key to my front door was, for 15 of the years we lived out here, but I now know where the key is and set the alarm when we are gone, and lock the gate, and when I go to the door, I am packing unless I KNOW who it is very well. We’ve got so much oil field trash out here in the boonies now and they are generally a pretty rough crowd of rowdies, so I watch out for them. I* know we’ve got some pretty rowdy local guys but they know who I am and I iknow their families and I really don’t have a lot of fear of them,–I don’t do drugs with them, play cards with them, fence stolen merchandise, or mess with their women, or get drunk with them, so. we’re pretty friendly.
But when people I don’t know come up in my yard to talk I stand on the porch withh my hands behind me unless I sense some danger andn then I briing my hands around and suggest they move on down the road.
Whenever I hear about tornado’s in Oklahoma…
I think of you!!! (and worry about you).
I had no idea there were so many in 1 day.
I’ve never been in violent weather like that (just earthquakes)
I am thankful you are ok. I read that last week you had
no power for 3 days. Pretty scary stuff, I wouldn’t even know
what to do.