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.)
Steve, I have to say that whenever you write, you hit it right on. I have often wondered what it is that makes you able to understand our experiences so deeply and to – better yet – understand the psyche of the Ps we had been hurt by. When all was “said and done” I went to an EMDR professional and she told me that he was in control of our relationship. “How so?!- I exclaimed, I am the controlling one!” (knowing that this is one of the things I have to remind myself to let go of) and she smiled vaguely and answered:”You thought you were. He had you at all times”.
Steve, the way you called it nullity is exceptional. I had often wondered what to call the void stare, when he thought nobody was watching. It was lack of any humanity, just being, not a warm meditative state, but a cold lizard like nullity only to shed moments after someone walked into the room. One day friends of ours asked us to play in a movie. it was a cheap production, they needed extras, and I had him come along. Everyone asked if he’d ever been an actor before. They even gave him a small role, so good he was at acting. To my knowledge then, he never acted. To my knowledge now, he always does.
Thank you, Steve for yet another insightful article. The tears I had seen him shed were gone moments later and months later, same very “life changing” events caused no emotion in him when recollected. Please, keep writing.
mine could go from tears to threats in a blink of the eye..I will never forget what he said in one sentence ‘you better love me or i will rock your fuckin world’ his composure changed just that quick…
yes, the shirt scene is indelibly etched in my mind.
and how they did not know that they could be anything but rough with one another sexually…that really choked me up. the movie was transgressive to the genre, but not to the time honoured plot line of the queer couple not living happily ever after by 1) one of them dying or being killed, or 2) one of them running from the relationship.
here, we have both.
one step you need to watch it again – they had very tender love making scene’s – you just remeber the sence when they were drunk…and this was in the 60’s and in montana back in the days when they killed queers – please Watch it again…
My mother made me watch The Notebook right after I had a breakup with someone. She loved the movie but did not care that I did not want to watch it. I was miserable the whole time. The Bridges of Madison County also made me cry and anything with major love scenes. The love making kills me cuz it brings back so many memories. Ours was so fantastic. If I think about it too much, it makes me cry.
Newlife, such a pleasure to interact with you! I almost feel guilty for the satisfaction. Thank you.
GettingIt, what a generous message to me. Thank you so much for the feedback! I’m so incredibly grateful that the writing I’m doing resonates with you. Otherwise all my writing would be useless. And your own observations are so keenly expressed. Thanks!
hens – you are right – i remember only this sex scene. (i do remember tenderness that wasn’t sexual.) i was watching it in a theatre with a queer friend….but it was date night and all the juvie str8t boys were out with their dates…think their blah blah was a little traumatizing.
next time, i watch it at home.
Geez.. guys.. thanks for the movie suggestions..I have seen most all of them and cried in at many.. but that was ages ago…
I am going to see Letters to Juliet tomorrow.. a love story…
Oh.. I do think I cried a bit at MARLEY AND ME… but I was with a child and she was crying.. so I, of course, nurtured and comforted her and stopped my tears…
Maybe someday I will cry again… and feel that release…
Erin THE NOTEBOOK would rip your heart out after a break up.. that is when I saw it also.. and I saw it several times… it helped me release my pain at that time..
The pain I carry now.. is like it is stuck…
onestep – that was the first time i asked him out – to that movie – i was jack twist and he was ennis delmar – in my mind anyway…i didnt let him ruin that movie for me tho – i knew he was bad even then – he sat with a seat between us and acted like he didnt know me – i am was ignorant back then..