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.)
So so true. Mine mainly cried when I brought up how unhappy I was and all the bad things he had done to me and how they’d hurt me so badly. He also of course cried when I threatened to break up with him – tears of remorse? I don’t think so – more like tool of manipulation in the hands of an expert.
I foolishly believed his tears and proclamations of remorse on many occasions – as no doubt we all have. I would give him another try thinking we had turned an important corner and he had finally ‘got it’ that he was hurting me with his deceptions and deceit and lies. And then a week or a month later I would be knocked for six with another instance of his hatred of me. I would feel physical pain and be doubled over asking’Why? How can you do this to me after you promised you never would again?’
Eventually you see through the tears. At the end when we were split and almost separated, he put on a show of tears one night and an oscar worthy face and begged ‘Please don’t do this.’
I shook my head and remained resolute and said to him ‘Just don’t – go out somewhere and leave me.’
It was like flipping a switch – the teary face and anguish were gone in a second and the next minute he was in full anticipation of a great night out with friends as though the sadness had never happened. ‘OK!” he said as he bounced out the door with a bottle in his hand.
That switch sent a chill down my spine and I truly knew in that moment I was dealing with an actor – I didn’t know about personality disorders much back then, but I knew his outburst wasn’t sincere and for once I wasn’t fooled by it … and he knew it too. I haven’t looked back since that day – he moved out shortly after that and I cut contact completely. My life has improved in so many ways I can’t even recount them all!
Hens-thanks you SO much for the kind words. You are a sweet guy. I am not feeling great about it today. I saw the ex’s little protege at work today. She always idolized him. I think that one of them told the people at my current job all about the relationship and what went down. I feel humiliated because I am tired of this following me around everywhere. Yes, I was fooled into falling for a married guy and yes it was wrong but I loved him and he betrayed me in the worst way. I am kind of the red-headed step child at work and I worry if that is why. I have never worked somewhere where I felt disliked. I’m angry that his reputation is still intact.
2b
Sooner or later it falls to each of us to act on our intentions. What we say that we do is what counts in life. It is not a measurement only for the other side and it is the way we end up across the line.
So, it is important to know what and where that line is.
I feel for you and I hope that when the day comes that I have to face the same thing that you will be here for me. It seems inevitable that it happens.
MY spath cried and he made the most miserable performances. He in fact wept all the way through Christmas and I remember wishing he’d put a cork in it because there was no comforting him- just performance and reprisals.
What a way to spend my holiday. His drama.
It was a clue to Bullpucky, but being empathetic, I tried to be there for him. Obviously, it was what it was.
What I think or have to say won’t redeem him. There is no point in it. None. He will see it as an open door through which to petition for control.
Just like the return to venue is going to be.
One brick at a time, I’m building a wall. A boundary.
So when the wolf huffs and puffs, the house will stand.
2b,
We’re right here.
Erin72 Yes we got hurt bad. My X was living with a guy when I got involved with him. He had me convinced the other guy was a monster etc. etc. In my case the other guy kicked his ass out and (M) fell into my lap. The rest is history, another chapter of my life is over, I will never feel that way again. Yes I felt like the biggest fool in the world. I got what I deserved for not paying attention to redflags and crossing boundaries I should of had. Erin72 what we do next is important. We all screw up. I just hope soon you will see he is not worth so much of your thoughts. I look at my X as a lesson in life, a lesson that I can not live a life of illusions, reality is a lonely place at first, but soon the truth sets you free to love yourself.
hens-hi. Most of the time I had been doing ok with not thinking of him so much. It’s hard because of work. Once I can establish my career change it will be much easier. He works for LSU and I work for Tulane. I used to be at the same hospital as him. They are just blocks from each other and the hospitals share doctors so they are all tight and enmeshed with each other. Yesterday I ran his little protege, a female MD. While (A) and I were together, she came on to me and she was married. She wanted to have her first experience with a woman and I turned her down. I think that she helped him spread a lot of lies to ruin my rep. It’s too much drama and I hate it.
I am trying to go back into law enforcement and once there, I won’t have to worry about all the drama connected with him. Our officers don’t have time for BS because they are short staffed and the city is SO dangerous. I fit in SO much better in that environment. I am trying to lose weight and get in shape and downsize so I can take a paycut to be a police officer-my dream. I am doing what I can to not think about all of the drama but it’s hard cuz it’s so in my face all the time. I am focusing on getting my self esteem back because he tore it all down.
{{{Erin1972}}} Something that may boost your self esteem is that you aren’t the first, nor will you be the last of the spath’s victims. You were smart enough to end it, get out, and take control of your own life! And, you’re beginning to make decisions for ERIN and not the spath!!! What a grand and beautiful thing that is!!!! Let the spath and his newest victim spread all of the nonsense that they want – YOU know the truth, and that’s all that matters.
There comes a time somewhere on our healing paths when defending ourselves, our decisions, our choices, and our actions just becomes an exercise in futility. So, last year, I finally decided to stop trying to explain things and just smile and go about my business. Sometimes, I slip back into the “but, you don’t understand what the spath DID” mode, but it’s getting less frequent, and far less of a “need” for me.
Brightest blessings, Erin1972! A happy, productive life is the BEST revenge! 😀
thanks buttons-he discarded me very cruelly and I found that I am NOT his first victim. That’s what I’m trying to do is achieve the happy productive life. I haven’t seen him since the day he discarded me. It made me SO angry when his wife took him back-actually he bought her back with his money. I wanted him to suffer. Our city is small and I worry about running into him with her. I don’t want that to happen until I am in the best shape of my life and in that police uniform. He can see what he gave up and it’s his freakin loss!!
Erin,
You are bright, capable and beautiful. Focus on your goals, your life and if you meet him and his wife in the grocery store, you know how it goes- you can either ignore them or be perfectly polite in public and then go home and bust dishes.
But either way, nothing, nothing can derail your healing. If he sees that he lost, so what? He’s gone. kaput. Busted. There is nothing he can think do or say that is worth a split second of YOUR time. Or his wife. You are having no part of their psycho drama.
More better that someone else who isn’t a SPATh sees what they have to gain: a beautiful and emotionally matured woman who knows what she wants out of life.
You GO girl!
Silvermoon, excellent response……….
Silver-thanks so much for that comment. I really appreciate it.