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.)
Damn Henry, I’ve already beaten up Erin1972 tonight for being so down on herself am I gonna have to get the darned skillet out again and BOINK on you!
I’m sitttin out here in the boonies listening to the red necks across the road pop off fire works—laughing about6 the night they did the bottle rockets and one flew in the open window of a truck in the yard and set off a big paper sack full of fire works and burned the truck to the ground! ROTFLMAO Oh, the memories!
As far as potential partners, who would want either of us—I’m a fat old red neck woman with a face like an apple doll and a butt like a TUB but you know! I think BOTH OF US are pretty darned special! You’ve got your weenie dogs and I’ve got the terrier to cuddle up with, and neither one of us have a Psychopath in our lives!
I can think of lots of people who are not nearly as BLESSED as we are, so you stop whining about not having a partner it’s too darned hot for me to get the darned skillet out again! You’ve got two sons, NEITHER OF WHOM HAS KILLED ANYONE, and neither of whom is in jail, and you’ve got grand kids who think you’re special, you have a reasonable amount of health and a spot out in the country that there are people who would KILL TO HAVE a chance to trade spaces with you!
You know that either of us could LOWER OUR STANDARDS and have “someone” before July the 5th, but we are BETTER than that, and we ain’t gonna settle for no TRASH. So there!
Henry darlin, quit beating yourself up, you are AWESOME and we all love you just as you are! You may not be able to see us, but we are still your FRIENDS! I wish you would write a kids book with funny illustrations about your 3 wieners, Im sure it would be a hit! All these great fun stories of them catchingpossums, and trying to drag them backwards into the cat flap, about the decapitated frogs in the bed, kids would so LOVE all that!{Adults would too! Id buy a copy, hell. Id buy a dozen!{{{HUGGS!!!}}} Gem.XXXX
hens, ditto, ditto, and, ditto.
except for the gay man part 😉
Yes your right Oxy, I am very blessed.
I too am blessed, I would just like to
be blessed a little bit more!!!!
I feel like boinking myself…
I don’t know what to say.
Shabby Let me boink ya….ROTFLMAO..You know exactly what I am talkin about..all this blessed is still lonely if’n ya aint got nobody to talk too..
Gem Thank you darlin , thank all of you nice ladys..and Oxy your right if I would lower my standards I could have a house full of drama.
Ain’t it nice NOT to have a house full of drama! PEACE! I think about how PEACEFUL IT IS HERE! The only one I have to boss me around is the dog and I have to open the door for him in and out or he barks and whines!
And yes, we DO get greedy sometimes and want MORE than we have, but I do think we need to STOP and COUNT OUR BLESSINGS from time to time.
You know there are people who don’t have clean water to drink, or a fridge full of food to stand in front of and say “Nuttin to eat” or a soft bed and a pillow and an AC or a fan to blow on us when it is hot and something warm to wear when it is cold, or who are not SAFE to lay their head down at night on a street some where. And yes, GEM, you are right sweetie, we DO have people who love us and that we love. It may not be a football stadium full, but you know when someone claims to have 1000 “friends” they have NO friends—a REAL FRIEND is a rare enough thing and we ARE fortunate to have people here that care enough to tell us to SUCK IT UP and count your blessings! Even if we can’t SEE them through the computer, they ARE THERE ! Good night and happy 4th of July guys!
Hello,
New to LF just wanted to say how much you all have helped me. I have very recently ended a relationship with a man I would describe as having SPath traits. My original diag months ago was borderline personality; he is definitely antisocial and narcissistic.
I’m posting on this thread about Spaths being “discarders” — funny, I did the “discarding” by dumping him yet somehow I’ve come out of the whole thing feeling like the one who is discarded. Seems like once he finally got it out of his system and realized that I wasn’t going to fall for his crap any more, he just walked off, leaving me to feel abandoned and picking up the pieces… how DO they do that??? There’s just no winning it seems, I know he needs to be out of my life yet the detox is hell — my therapist compared it to coming off heroin. Well I can’t make that comparison personally but I certainly get the gist.
Also, to the point of “caring what the SPath thinks”, my SPath played that on me the whole time, accusing me of cheating, blah blah — in fact one reason I’d often return his calls was because I didn’t want him thinking I was a cheater like all the “rest” of them. Jeez who cares what he thinks? I even found myself caring what his loser friends thought (who he spent hours badmouthing me to every time we’d fight or break up, which was pretty much weekly). Anyway, just wanted to say I think we all could use that boinking with the frying pan either during or after our tenures with the SPaths… I know I’m even still thinking of what he thinks or how bad I look to his “friends” (I broke up with him only a few days after he found out a close family member was very ill). That sounds callous but trust me by that time I was at the end of my rope emotionally after the rollercoaster I’d been on with him (including several car accidents the last of which saw my car totaled and another car damaged, my fault). So when time came to “be there” for him and all he could do was yell at me and berate me in anger rather than discuss his feelings, I was not able to do it. I guess I reached my “if not now, when?” place as far as breaking up.
Anyway I’m very grateful to have found this site and all these wonderful people who have been through what I’ve been through and so much worse… I have to say the posts on this site honestly are all that got me through today not calling him. Why it’s still such a temptation I don’t get it — I dumped him and rightly so — so now I’m just still pissed that he hurt me so much and I feel he just walks away… but yet, I don’t want him to do anything BUT walk away. Such a mind game they play on us, therapist likened it to hypnotism and I’ve read same in my research, and that’s what it feels like. Like a knee-jerk, snap his fingers kind of reaction where I cluck like a chicken, only he doesn’t even have to do anything anymore, it’s just my thoughts that won’t let me stop thinking of what I went through, and mostly, won’t let ME off the hook for letting him take advantage of me. That’s the worst of it for me, I guess, the self-blame for not knowing better at 44 years old, although I see how I was about as vulnerable as I could be at the time. Still I keep uselessly thinking, “I KNEW better, I saw what he was and still I kept on with him!”
Anyway, again thanks to you all, and peace to everyone healing from SPath-wrath in whatever for it took/takes.
Hens-Don’t be down and sad-you’re awesome and we love you. I really don’t want Oxy to bash and BOINK you with the big skillet. She already got me good tonight and now my head hurts. I am SO glad that I don’t have that man in my life anymore. It’s lonely sometimes because my biological clock is ticking-I’m going on 38. I am just so GLAD that he discarded me-although extraordinarily painful, at least I’m not being manipulated by him anymore. Now I have to learn to love myself-which I never have. I had better hurry up or Oxy will be beating the crap out of me every single day. Please don’t be sad!!!!! Be glad when you sit by yourself that your psycho is no longer there messing with you!
BTW-ya’ll are lucky you have your animals-the weiners, and Oxy’s terrier. Loneliness is worse without them. My landlord won’t let me have one. I missed out on a gorgeous kitten and I want a dog so bad. Needless to say-I am getting a new apartment in January, one who allows animals! Dr. Oz says we need pets to stay young. I can’t wait to have them.