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.)
one_step: I definitely plan on picking it up again. I am now reading the following: The Disease To Please-Curing the People Pleasing Syndrome by Harriet Braiker Ph.D. I have also started: Solemate-Master the Art of Aloneness and Transform Your Life by Lauren Mackler. I also bought, but have not started If You Had Controlling Parents by Dan Neuharth Ph.D. I now think it is best to only try one book at a time. I am focusing on the Disease to Please right now.
It took a long time for me to deal with HIM and HIS part in all this-it took a little over a year to stop feeling pain. I still have some residual anger and would like to see karma bite him in the ass or him fall on his face. I was SUPER upset that his wife took him back again-very, very disappointed in her. I think that would have been the thing that took him down.
Now I’m all about working on me-the severe self hatred that I’ve had since I was 10 years old will take hard work to overcome. I know that it is the reason that I was able to fall for him and ignore red flags. I did the same with 3 other relationships prior to him with S/N people. It is sad that I felt like I didn’t deserve anything better than those evil people who treated me so horrible.
I had to kick my mother out of my life-the only way to get rid of the stress. She brought on the debilitating people-pleasing in me because she believes that there is good in everyone and no one is evil. I was so NAIVE due to that. She was so overbearing with it, that there were parts of me that were very childlike in a grown woman’s body. I don’t think that there are ANY other 37 y/o females out there as naive as I was. She completely invalidated all of my feelings-even the ones where I could pick up on dangerous people who made me afraid. She took up for them because they were religious.
This is going to be a hell of a lot of work for me. I cried a lot yesterday. I remember things from childhood that I pushed way down inside myself and when they bubble out, they feel fresh.
My S/P slept like that too. Fell asleep instantly and snored LOUDLY all night long. I never did sleep more than 45 minutes at a time with him…
PARANOID??? THAT’S WHY MINE DISCARDED ME!!! He called me about 6 times before I finally answered it, and after I said, “Hello,” he shouted, “Don’t ever call me again and don’t ever try to talk to me again. I’ve already gone to the police.” CLICK. Huh???
And just what was my crime? I told him that I wasn’t sure that it was his co-worker who was still calling me. (Stalking. The calls were always Blocked. This went on for a year.) He said she single-handedly destroyed 2 of his relationships. And then I told him that I WENT ON HIS EX’S FACEBOOK PAGE.
Yup. Pretty lame, eh? He accused me of “checking out his ex”. When I informed him the police proved that it was HIS EX who had been calling me all along- NOTHING.
I feel like I’m dealing with a 6 year-old. He’s 33.
Sageegirl-Mine was 53 and I am 37. He would fall dead asleep after sex wrapped up in my arms and would always manage to wake up to be home before his wife got suspicious. There was only a couple time where we slept too long because he had been up all night before doing surgeries. He then woke up threw on his clothes and went into this huge anxiety attack and panic about being late to get home. He practically ran out the door. She is SO stupid. I wanted her to go through with the divorce SO much after she found out. He had 4 DOCUMENTED AFFAIRS on her. I was the last but I’m sure he’s already found another one. He told one of the gals at work that he was going to spend the rest of his life trying to make it up to his wife. YEAH RIGHT!!! I really applaud Tiger Wood’s wife for going through with her divorce. I pray that Sandra Bullock does the same!
style 1 — about the sleep thing, mine would fall asleep and when he’d wake up he’d have this totally lost look on his face, like he was spaced out, unaware of his surroundings and trying to figure them out, really strange. Like he fell asleep and forgot who he was or where he was and was trying to make sense of things. And this would be sometimes after pretty short periods of sleep, not like he was in a super deep sleep for many hours, and no drugs or alcohol involved. It was eerie really — and often when he’d look like that some form of anger or acting out would come into play, like he’d leave my house suddenly or be really distant.
erin1972 good list of books, I’m going to check them out, especially the one about the art of being alone. I read one I liked (after I realized I had intense self-hatred) called Compassion and Self-Hate: An Alternative to Despair by Theodore Rubin. I saw myself in every description of self-hate he lists, including hating myself for hating myself! When the book gets to how to heal from it and being compassionate with yourself it gets a little difficult though for me… I’m going to have to go back to it now that I’ve actually gotten my Spath out of my life, the biggest symbol ever of my self-hate, I think.
SageeGirl, I just have to say, I identify. Boy, was mine paranoid. I mean, really paranoid about everything. If two people showed up at the same time at his place, or called within a few minutes of each other, he was convinced they were up to something, and “checking up on his whereabouts.” Well I guess that’s natural he thought everyone was out to screw him, since he knew he screwed people over all the time. He really is a rotten person, again I keep wondering WHY? I was with him, even though I know why. Part of it I know is he played the childhood issues and all the pity stuff and I couldn’t ignore it because I identified so much with it from my own childhood. I wonder how much he mirrored… because later he backed off on quite a few things saying they didn’t happen, that it was “other stuff.” Wow, talk about crazy-making, I’m getting crazy just thinking about it.
To everybody’s childhood stories — I have to say I am not one who developed early (I did start my period at 11 or so but no boobs early, well not really much ever). Anyway, I guess underdeveloped played into my childhood insecurities in much the same way though. As to the rest of it, absent mother pretty much due to what I now realize was depression coupled with actual physical problems (diag extreme high blood pressure in 30s — she had me early 30s and on dialysis by 50), and I make a guess that she might have suffered from post-partum depression but they had no clue about that then — “baby blues” they called them. My dad was a practicing alcoholic until I was 12, and honestly I feel that something happened with him sexually but I can’t pinpoint it or be sure. My brother 8 years older so sort of distant in that way, though we were close when I was a teenager and we are still. Definitely something inappropriate happened with my grandfather (paternal), which I think was a huge setup for both my marriage and its subsequent failure, and my vulnerability to my Spath. It’s pretty clear to me and my therapist and even to Spath that he was my “reliving” of my grandfather sexually and emotionally. My husband was a “reliving” too but in the way that he provided financially but not emotionally for me, same as my family did. My grandfather was really probably the only one who provided all the attention but it didn’t stay positive, unfortunately. Well as we all know that’s all a prescription for dysfunctional relationships as adults. Well we are all a step ahead of the game because we recognize it and are doing our best to heal and work through it.
I’m very glad I found this site, it’s been as helpful to me over these last 3 days as my therapist is when I see her, and I can’t call her all the time (I’m not a caller) so I’m glad I had all of you to turn to — along with journaling it helped me avoid contact (which I’m still struggling with again today UGH).
I’ll have to check out the Compassion and Self hatred book too. My spath was part of mine too-thinking all I deserved was a man who was only willing to be with me part time. No woman who liked herself would tolerate that for 5 minutes. I also joined another blog today about daughters of narcissistic mothers. It should be a huge help to me as well.
E72:
Sandra B’s divorce was FINAL last week!
She didn’t waste a moment.
🙂
Hey y’all. ErinBrock, Erin1972 Shellshocked, Hen, Oxy and everyone else on this post about the ‘discard’.
The discard for me was my worst moment. My hell, my nemesis- Also it was my wake-up and my clarion call to a better life.
I think that no-one on this post/threat deserves another minute of self-doubt that comes from the ‘discard’. The N, S or P (and plurals) in our lives did this to make us fail to believe in ourselves.
Isn’t all the obvious strength of our fellow LF bloggers proof that our abusers were ”totally missing the point’ and that our love of humanity is the thing that will get us through whatever pain we’re dealing with right now.
Blessings
Delta1
Happy Birthday 2BHappy!!!
It’s officially today, right???
I think so.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wFh-rX_Sfhs
ErinB-thanks so much for that info lady. You made my day. I am off work today and not feeling so bad about running into Mrs. Spath at work. I will treat her like wallpaper-she’s insignificant to me. If I do run into him in the hall with her, I’m going to pretend I don’t know him. If I see him and she later finds out that we’re in the same building, and he knew and didn’t tell her, maybe then he’ll fall on his face. I just don’t think he deserves to be anywhere in my presence.
Now I just have to work on Oxy’s homework assignment!
Happee Birthday too 2BHappy – where’s the party and I will come eat some cake and icecream…?