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.)
bluebell — NO WAY I think that either about the gay counterparts all being Ps. I was just thinking about how much she sacrificed by staying “with” him all those years (she never married and settled down until after he died) and wondering if she always held out hope that he would come back to her. Listen to/read the lyrics of the song Love of My Life that he wrote… it sounds like he’s asking her to stay with him, wait it out, “when this has all blown over.” Like she had broken up with him (maybe upon finding out some things?) and he was begging her not to leave.
Nothing to do with him being gay — clearly similar relationships happen between heterosexuals — just that what has always looked so romantic to me no makes me wonder what kind of sacrifice she was making and for what reason. I can’t ever know that of course, what they had between them or worked out together no one can ever know. I will say that, she has never spoken of it, to her credit.
About the pets, my Spath has a cat that he supposedly loves and does feed, but the cat has a bathroom problem (he’s really old) that S does not clean up after. He feeds the cat and gets the tears over thinking about him dying but yet he lets his living space get disgusting. Then he had the nerve to tell me sometime I could watch him at my house but we’d have to clean up my sunroom first — he didn’t want the cat getting into anything or bit by spiders — yes the sunroom is storage but it’s a helluva lot cleaner and healthier than where the cat is now! How do they say things like that and not realize how insane they sound? It’s like these things come out of their mouths and they have no problem with the total lack of logic, they don’t even seem to hear it. And if you call them on it, they just ignore you or come off with something even more irrational and you just give up.
And yet here I sit STILL fighting my urge to talk to him. NC NC NC!!
Ah, I gotcha, shellshocked. I knew you weren’t referring to the sexuality part of it, but now I see what you were saying about her sacrifice. And I know what you mean about fighting…I’m no longer in contact with mine, but I do have to say, if he hadn’t cut contact with me, I don’t know if that would be the case. I still miss him like crazy more than half the time.
sagee girl- I hope the dog is ok. My dog story is that my S adopted the dog because he wanted a dog and I fell in love with this particular dog, though at the time he adopted the dog he was adopting it “for a friend.” (yeah, I know…that should’ve been a what the $%^# moment). A few days later the “friend” didn’t want the dog, so he kept him. Anyway, long story short, the dog disappeared, and he claimed he had sent him to live on his parent’s farm because his apartments were going to charge a pet fee. Well, it was only after I’d been discarded that I found out about this mutual friend finding “our” dog where he did, confronting the S, etc. Our friend had taken the dog to his apartment, fed him up and got him healthy again, then the S apologized and promised to change his ways. At the time, my mutual friend still thought of the S as a friend, so he believed the best of him and gave him back the dog. Since then, the mutual friend was also discarded (though their rlship was much less close/intense as mine and the S’s), and no one has seen the dog since. We have no idea what happened to him, but unfortunately, we can guess.
I think it also warrants saying that his previous dog (which I only saw once) “died from a spider bite” within a couple weeks of when I first met the S. Another puppy he had during our relationship was a stray we rescued from the middle of the street, but his “mom kept her while he was out of town and fell in love with her and wouldn’t give her back.” Now, knowing what I do, I have wished so many times I could call his mom and ask if she’d ever even heard of that puppy or of “my” dog.
The “giving the dog away” thing was just a pity play, and boy are they good about that. some of them have pets that they “control” or “own” but it is not LOVE, it is property! They see their kids the same way. PROPERTY. That is all. It belongs to them so they can do with it whatever they want.
Some do mistreat dogs or other animals, but not all are abuser per se.
So like everything else about or connected to a P-spath it is all about them and their rights.
My ex had these two golden retrievers who he gushed about constantly. He talked to them like babies and I used to think it was so cute. I always wanted to meet the dogs but they were always home with her. After the big discard, when she was still planning to divorce him. He had moved in with me and she had “supposedly” gotten an apartment, cuz she couldn’t stand to be in that house. The dogs were left alone a lot and they would take turns going to feed them, etc, and take care of their needs. She called me one day-ranting because he had neglected to check on them cuz he got busy with cases. She went to the house and found the girl dog laying on the kitchen barely breathing with an open medication bottle next to her. Why the wife was ranting to me-I don’t know. I was shocked that he would let his beloved dog end up like that-she could have died. He would have probably blamed it on his wife-SMH: whatever!
shellshocked, I can’t even begin to figure out why I stayed with the spath for a year. Loaned him money, just did some of the craziest things I’ve ever done in my life. I journaled through the whole thing, wrote down entire conversations & all my feelings, I knew what was happening, I just had to hit the brick wall before I would stop, I can go back and read all about it!! Amazing!
A 14 year relationship (with who I consider to be an N) had just fallen apart 4 months before the spath appeared. I had been here on LF reading all the articles and posting for about 3 of those months, but I just didn’t get it, I didn’t WANT to get it, I wanted my little fantasy, I didn’t want to change me, I still wanted them to change. I’ve gone down this road of healing kicking and screaming the whole way. This past year is the first time since I was 20 years old that I haven’t been in some kind of relationshit. I’m toughing it out with my teeth clenched. I can do this, I will do this, things are getting better!
Back to the topic of self hatred. 🙁 The expression “I hate myself” is very telling in an interesting way… that I learned from Eckhart Tolle’s book A New Earth, and from watching his 9 part series on the Oprah website (I know, Oprah, boo hoo).
I hate myself. Who is the “I” and who is the “self” in this?? I can only try to explain what I learned… basically, there are 2 of us inside.. the ‘I’ who is the spiritual being, the core, the one that knows our own worth as a human being… and the ‘self’ THE EGO, that damned little voice in our heads that wont shut the F up!!!!! When that little voice starts to put me down… believe me, I now tell it to STOP. IIIIIIII tell IT to shut up!!!!
He also wrote about a “pain body” that is inside of us, all the pain balled up, and when we get anxious the ball of pain rears up it’s ugly little head and we are filled with the pain.
Anyway, I could ramble on and on trying to explain it, watching the series on the O website helped me a lot, except I think there was a part in it about the universe, and how our ego wants “things” but their just “things” so I was more open to giving away “things” when the spath came along, so that part WAS NOT SO GOOD!
Sorry if this makes no sense. I’m not the best communicator in town.
erin1972, I am sorry your mom was so weird and that you had to go through all that trauma. REALLY have to admire you for being such a strong little girl who wouldn’t go in the room to sleep with that couple and for taking care of your brother & sister.
Hmmmm, my mom used to spank me, my dad left when I was around 12, I was teased and bullied. Sure is a great prescription for low self esteem… but i’m not buying it anymore!!!! I LOVED the list you wrote about all the good things about you!!!! I think Oxy is right, love ourselves one little piece at a time, it’s good advice, I’m working on it!!
Dear Chic,
REalizing not actually so long ago that I KNEN when I was 5-6 that my egg donor would not protect me, but I p;ushed that out of my consciousness—I had this dream several times at age 5-6 ande it has always puzzled me and I have remembered it ever since—it finally makes sense to me now after nearly 60 years the MEANING of the dream. It is PLAIN. I was in danger in a prison. My egg donor was outside the room but would not help me, would not save me. I couldn’t see her but I knew she was there and that she would not come and rescue me because she thought whatever was going to be done to me was right.
And looking back at my early childhood when my grandmother was my caretaker, I remember almost nothing about my egg donor or times with her or ever remember sitting on her lap. I don’t remember compliments of any kind from her, but lots of criticisms—and distrust of me.
All these things add up, but WE BOUGHT INTO THEM, so NOW we must NO LONGER buy into “other people’s opinions are better than ours.”
We were children then, we didn’t know any better, but we are adults now and we can RETHINK our attitudes and ideas. WE can validate ourselves.
Make a list of your good points, make a list of the things you do well. Go over those lists and remind and reinforce them in your mind and when you find yourself saying in your “internal dialog” negative, replace it with something positive!
Drum roll andn music starts!
Ak-cent-u-atge- the pos-i-tiveeee, ee-lim-e-nate the neg-a-tive”
Hiyall – Erin 1972 – I am real interested in everyone’s posts here about being ‘early developers’ and the impact on them. I too developed (freaky) large breasts at an early age. It was a torment to me for my pre-teen, teenage years, 20’s. Life became a bit more bearable in my v.late 20’s to early 30’s when I finally kinda ‘grew into my body’ and became less ‘standout’ from my peers.
Also my mother was brought up Catholic and she was very twisted about sex when I was a young girl/woman. She was obsessed with my sexuality and was highly critical of my body and with ensuring I wasn’t sexually active or feeling comfortable to ‘be sexual’ at all!
I actually ended up running away for 2 months at 14 because my mother assaulted me quite harshly after (wrongly) accusing me of being sexually active with a boy I was ‘just friends with’ at that time.
BTW we’re much better now. She kind of accepted my independance when I was about 22/23 after much shouting and fighting for years (my mother has many N traits, i.e. very invasive/overbearing/overprotective/smothering but I don’t think she’s got a full-blown disorder). That’s another whole story! LOL
I was wondering if early ‘shame’ reactions to sex/sexuality/our bodies make women like me more vulnerable to the kind of somatic N that I got involved with. He was HYPER sexual and made it very easy at first for me to enjoy this aspect of our so-called ‘relationship’?
I’m not into ‘blaming the target’ and don’t blame myself at all anymore for getting involved with exN (especially since finding LF). But I am interested in using the opportunity to grow and learn and feel better about myself.
Re hating your appearance/hating yourself. I think everyone feels this inner hatred from time to time. My technique is to look and calmly observe at someone else that I like and care about – a friend, a work colleague. Some are good-looking, some are less good-looking etc. If the person isn’t physically there I look at a photo or remember them in ‘my minds eye’.
I get into the ‘feeling’ I have round that person, and that I really care about them even if (like me) they’ve a spare tyre (or two! or three!) Then I ask myself to extend the same ‘loving kindness’ towards myself. I say to myself (out loud and looking in the mirror if possible) “everyone is worthy of love girl- even you – lovely daft thing”. Usually from that ‘small nut’ of feeling I can start to find other things about me that remind me that ‘I’m okay’. At some point I say to myself ‘forgedda-bout-it” and then try to get involved in something requiring ‘flow’ and concentration. Having a bath, writing a song, reading a book etc, call a friend who I haven’t spoken to for awhile, posting on LF and chatting with you guys etc”.
Anyway – don’t know if any of this would work for you at all. Somedays it doesn’t work completely or even at all. But somedays it does!!
Blessings
xx Delta 1
Delta – in case no one has mentioned it, there is a good book that might help to draw and untangle the lines from your early years to the N: The Betrayal Bond. It is available through this website or through amazon.
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