In my last LoveFraud article I discussed strategies for vetting your new partner for “personality skeletons” lurking in the “apparent” history.
I’d like to focus, here, more specifically (and in more depth) on individuals with a pattern of discarding the people in their lives.
Sociopaths and other seriously disturbed narcissistic personality types will have this history—that is, a history (past and recent) that’s almost certainly littered with friends, family, and anyone who was once useful, whom they’ve cast off ostensibly for one or another reason.
As best as possible we want to glean this history, if it’s applicable and somehow accessible. In such cases, we want to ensure that blinding defenses such as denial, avoidance, idealization and incuriosity (among others) don’t compromise our observational powers.
More than that, we want to be sharply astute to evidence suggestive of such a history.
And why? If for no other reason than that adults with a track record of cutting loose the people in their lives simply do not outgrow this pattern.
In other words, this is a deeply inscribed aspect of their character, from which none of us carries special privileges to immunity or protection.
Yes, we’ve discussed this and other aspects of pathological narcissism before, but it’s always useful, I feel, to take a fresh view of it.
As we know, sociopaths and similarly character-disordered personalities engage in relationships, and in a great many interactions, almost strictly to the extent that they perceive you to be useful to their interests.
I think we can agree that, just as soon as the exploitive personality perceives that your usefulness to him has run its course, it will follow like clockwork that his use for you will correspondingly expend itself.
These personalities measure you against the criterion of your useful shelf-life which, in a sense, puts you in a not so different category from, say, an appliance, or, for that matter, any possession or object whose utility depreciates over time.
From the height of his satisfaction with your optimal utility to him, the sociopath begins a slow, inexorable and, in some cases, disorientingly precipitous, phase of depreciating you. He may, or may not, begin this process by idealizing you. But even if he does, he won’t be idealing you; rather, he’ll be idealizing your utility to him.
I’d like to stress this point again: Sociopaths, and I include all pathological narcissists, never really idealize you; they idealize your present utility to them.
And, of course, from there, it’s all downhill.
When exploiter’s depreciation of you is complete, then it’s time to discard, and replace, you. This constitutes his “moving on.”
If he could list you as a deduction on his tax return, based on your depreciated value to him, he would.
And so his discarding may take a more literal form, like leaving or ending the relationship; or it may take the less literal, but worse, form of his staying (or hanging around) while abdicating, increasingly, any and all sense of accountability in the relationship.
Now that you give him so little of compelling worth, so little to value and use (except, among other conveniences, perhaps a roof over his head), the exploitive “partner” no longer feels he owes you much of anything.
This perspective conveniently enables his conviction of his right to pursue his gratifications elsewhere. Again, this constitutes a form of his “moving on.”
But let’s not mistake what “moving on” means to the sociopath and like-minded personalities: it means finding new victims to exploit.
He may not consciously process his agenda as such (although he might), but we know that this is his agenda.
Many sociopaths, in their warped self-centeredness, subscribe to the philosophy: I want, therefore I deserve. And so the next step follows with dangerous self-justification—taking what they want.
Again, the sociopath may not consciously think, “I deserve to have fun with the credit cards in that guy’s wallet.” But he will want the credit cards with which to have some fun, and whether consciously or not, because he wants them, he’ll feel entitled to seize and use them.
This also explains the prototypical sociopathic telemarketer: he wants the old peoples’ assets, and because he wants them, he feels entitled to take them. Deploying any and every tool in his exploitive toolbox, he then takes all the assets he can from the naive couple.
Once having taken what he can from them, they cease to have use for him, and so he cuts them loose; he discards them. That is, having fleeced them for what he could, he “moves on” in search of more gratification through prospective new victims, who may have what he wants, that he can take.
Very likely he won’t look back, and if he does, it won’t be with empathy, guilt, shame or regret.
(This article is copyrighted © 2010 by Steve Becker, LCSW. My use of the male gender pronoun is for convenience’s sake, not to suggest that males have a patent on the behaviors discussed.)
I think worrying about what others think about us is a big waste of our time because the truth is they are busy thinking about themselves..the big question is what do we think about ourselves? In other words if we knew how much other people didnt think about us or what we thought, that might hurt even more…did that make any sense??
Henry, “big question is what do we think about ourselves?” YOU are SO RIGHT there bro! We give others the power to determine what we think about ourselves way too many times.
Have your doggies brought you any more possoms?
ox – no possums, just frogs out of the pond that they put in my bed..
one, I hope you see this, I was gone most of the day, I’m still trying to figure it out!!!! I wish I had an answer, we’re all so different, I guess it’s not a “one size fits all” answer.
I just know that with this spathy I had my hopes up so high that everything would work out, I wanted it to, SO MUCH! I ignored the red flags, just gave, gave, gave… until I had nothing left and could not deny what was happening, then I hit the wall. I just couldn’t pretend anymore that he loved me. Then the obsessive thinking started. I must say, it’s getting a little bit better.
Predator, that word really got me thinking one night, I think it was “learned the lesson” who really got me thinking about what a predator is in one of her posts, we were targeted, they looked for a weak spot.
Sorry to ramble on without a real point to make. I’m just sort of talking outloud to cyberspace, trying to figure it all out.
hi shabby! you are right; it’s not a one size fits all. 😉 damn!
acceptance is what cuts obsessive thinking for me. often lately i am looking to acceptance as an important path/ tool in this healing at this point. I have been fighting fighting fighting…it’s getting heavy and tight. acceptance cuts through. like a knife. frees.
i think one of the things about predators is that they tend to look at a herd and figure which ones they can cull. my spath does the same. she phishes – casts a wide net and sees what she reals in. she put out something that i could fall for. it wans’t personal i don’ think – not the basic story. she caught about 5 of us on that site. she tried to/ and sometimes succeeded in playing us off one another. 🙁 whoa, the lies she told! the projections to get people to squabble, to get people to feel guilty about their desires and fears. oy! i don’t know how much was customized for reach of us; she worked my compassion. hardcore. hardcore hardcore. turned it back on me EVERY chance. one of her characters tried REALLY hard (after i knew that the boy wonder hadn’t died) to use religion to guilt me. hahaha…guilt proof in that area. And it was SOOOO absurd, how over the top it was. didn’t fall for a stitch of it – was just mortified at what kind of being i must have been dealing with. i didn’t know yet, what or who i was *really* dealing with, but i as was appalled, and not playing.
her latest lawyer (in a fraud case that another dupe has going against her) has ditched her. fortunately the dupe has the time money and patience to deal with this delay. i can’t imagine what being her lawyer must be like. regardless of whatever the story is that she is spinning, the facts are there. batshit crazy she is. and is never going to change her flight pattern.
hens – frogs in your bed; oh, they do so love you!
(do they tear their heads odd? my cat used to give me decapitated mice in my bed.)
Hi Onesteppers – No beheaded frogs, just dead and covered in sand and buried between the sheets with their favorite toy’s….it’s still better than sleeping with the enemy tho. Life is good.
E72:
Ya know Erin…..that is exactly what the spath did to me…..in the beginning I didn’t believe any of it……he started with his friends…..xx hates comeing over because your a biatch to him…..then his parents don’t like me…..and on and on…..it was ME! I always tried to be conscious of living a good life, being nice to others, and knew when I chose to be a ‘biatch’.
After awhile, when his friends didn’t come over……i started to doubt myself. If he had a friend stop over I would go out of my way to be kind, accomodating and welcoming….OUT OF MY WAY. I’d cook a meal for them, serve them in the ‘man cave’…..retrreive beers for them…..I couldn’t have been nicer…….but I was still a biatch, according to spath.
It was them I realized…..frick your friends…….I can’t do enough…..so why try. Then I realized…..it was HIM splitting us apart. If I sat and entertained them with him….it meant he couldn’t speak poorly of me in front of me….he couldn’t portray me as evil and bad and the horrible wife…..so HE had to keep us apart! Me thinking they didn’t like me, them thinking I was bad to him. WORKED GREAT FOR HIM!
I tried to please…..it didn’t matter…..because the motive was NOT something I was aware of at the time…..and I couldn’t make him happy unless I gave him space to portray me as something I wasn’t. No win situation. My motives were pure….spaths never are!
Splitting!
Another reason why we should never doubt ourselves.
Frogs, possums……dead decapitated mice???????????
hens-your post about worrying about what they think makes sense to me. I don’t know why I worry about it.
Oxy and Erin B-the things ya’ll said to me last night made me feel so much better. You don’t even know how much. One of my girls I was talking to last night emailed me this morning too. She still works with my spath and HATES him. She always did and hates him more for what he did to me. She wanted to tell me along during the relationship that I should get out, but she didn’t think I’d appreciate it since we weren’t very close. I wish she had. My one friend with the psychology major encouraged the whole relationship. The other girls said they would have done EVERYTHING they could to talk me out of it-if only I had confided in them.
It was a huge lesson for me. No man is worth sacrificing my beliefs for and anyone who expects me to do so, doesn’t deserve me in his life. That’s what everyone keeps saying to me who knows him. He doesn’t deserve me. He deserves the thing who took him back-after infinite amounts of cheating. I have more self respect in my pinky finger than she has in her whole body. I am going to treat them like wallpaper if I see them.
This whole conversation started because my friend was watching the Wizard of Oz last night and posted-Ding Dong the witch is dead. The other gal posted-“it’s a shame some other people can’t replicate the witch’s demise”. I said-“I know someone right now who I’d like to replicate the witch”. Everyone knew who I was talking about! I have to admit-If I see them together, I will have a terrible time not busting out laughing-cuz they’re so ridiculous!!!!!
They should have gigantic L’s written on their foreheads in big black permanent marker!!!